“A person starts hearing their pet’s thoughts and discovers a dark secret…“ That was the writing prompt I got a few weeks ago at a writers’ group. I didn’t like this story when I first wrote it, but quite like…
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He Would Always See Her Beauty
An old love story, retold. I could never get the beginning of this story right. Did I finally get it? (The Proud Princess is still percolating… but I think another part is coming soon!) She woke in the rain, in…
The Assassin: You are Stronger than Cruelty [Cover Reveal]
You are cruel, she wrote. You are stronger than cruelty, he replied. * In the present, a woman languishes in a dungeon cell whose windows look out upon a cursed king’s dead lovers. In the past, a little girl kneels…
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The Proud Princess & His Tormented Music
As twilight welled out of the day, his music welled out of the night. It played through her hair, her breath, and wound windingly around her heart… luring her near, inviting her in… Continuing the fairy tale which I started…
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The Proud Princess and A Forbidden Love
His skeleton hands scraped disturbingly pleasantly across her cheek, and scraped through her hair, and his rough-tongued words scraped near her ear: “I will always find you.” Continuing the fairy tale which I started in Czech, which veers like a…
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The Proud Princess & Her Distorted Heart
“Fascinating as this is,” Darian physically stepped in between them, the skeleton half of his face in a grinning rictus while the half with skin was grimacing, “we’ve gotten off topic. Damarishka, were you hurt in the fall, or when…
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The Proud Princess & the Very Bad Winding Back of Time
“How can you grouse at me now, Cat?”“There is always time for grousing, my lady!” The dragon wheeled backward again. “Cease and desist!”“I don’t know magic!”“Very obviously you do.” Forward the dragon flew as Damarishka fell and Whisker groused onward.…
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Wicked Winter Took Him (So Help Me, I Narrated It)
This luckless story got narrated by yours truly. What parts of the narration do you like? Don’t be mean! I am a fragile person. If you want to read it, the text is below! (The story is an old one,…
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Decades Ago, Two Girls were Too Smart…
Decades ago, two girls were too smart to pay attention in class, and instead of heeding their teachers, they would exchange journals in which they wrote stories together… One girl would write characters who were brash and brassy and bold.…
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The Proud Princess & the Cruel Mimicry of Love
By what cruel mimicry of ‘love’ should I—a man reduced to a thing which cannot touch you with softness, cannot kiss you with—what right have I to a woman like you? You of passion and flesh, of potential and ardent,…
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Sonya Lano
When I was twenty-two, I ran away to Prague, where I now sing to my black cat (who collects dustballs in her whiskers), eat chocolate for breakfast, and have lemon tarts every Thursday.
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