There’s this guy in my apartment building – a young guy – who’s missing one of his front teeth. Maybe from a fight. Maybe from a bad diet, who knows. I’ve met him a couple times on the stairs. Today…
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The Proud Princess and the Ring
Evening fell and the largest ballroom in the palace was primed for the celebration. A quartet of musicians stood in a nook and created magnificent melodies. People in glittering jewels and gleaming satin danced on polished parquet floors. Diamonds, crystals,…
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The Proud Princess and the Masked Mage
I found a fairy tale I wrote in Czech, so for fun I’m going to translate parts of it every week. It’s very simple (don’t expect literary titillation here), but so far it’s fun! So here you go… Once upon…
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Books That Hurt
We’ve probably all read books that hurt to read. They make us cry when they confront hard losses. They make us uncomfortable when they confront hard issues. They make us weep, make us squirm. Those books also hurt to write.…
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Toxin
You betrayed me, Cezelia. * Yes, Drayven… I did. But you betrayed me first. * How? What did I do that you stand there now and watch me forced to bow at their mercy? I know you’re watching… * I…
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Perfectly Scarred: A Story Told in Text & Images
It begins with two worlds. One couple. Their roles reversed. This isn’t the story of the assassin, but of the innocent in the world she dreamed of, where he is the one who is wrecked. She was unloved and lived…
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Inked Dreams on My Heart
There’s a city under Haven. Steel skeletons of buildings soar there in jagged spikes: the ruins of a magnificent underground metropolis, lit up by millions of tiny blue lights like bioluminescent plankton. The same blue bioluminescence spirals up in small…
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First Kiss in Sunlight
Let me tell you part of my story: He’s walking beside me through a fiberglass forest of snowy grass, where ripples of sunlight crisscross the forest floor in gem-like pools and white boughs sway overhead like sleepy children. Semitransparent leaves above…
Someone Else, Please Control Me
I was on the verge of a panic attack. I hadn’t been able to find the door of the club The Rabbit Hole where I was supposed to meet my friends. I froze and stared off into space while standing…
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Wicked Winter Took Him
Her breath comes in fragments of forest air as she stumbles through drifts of snow. She has to get to him. With every inhalation, the cold rips through her throat and into her lungs like a thousand frozen burrs shredding…
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