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…
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…
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…
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,…
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.…
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,…
“You loved ravens. You fed them from our bedroom window every eve, with the sunset around you like a blazing stage as you leaned out in your gauzy night things, your hair unbound, shimmering in the breeze…” His gaze misted…
“I’m sorry, princess!” the boy shouted, seizing her hand. And then the ground opened up beneath her. It was simply gone. Screaming, she toppled with him into a void. Continuing the fairy tale which I wrote in Czech and am…
In the image, manacles glittered around her bare feet. A golden choker like a slave band encircled her pale throat. And she sat on the stone floor beside Darian’s chair while he lounged like a warlord on the upholstery, his…
Continuing the fairy tale I wrote in Czech and am translating into English for fun. You might be able to just jump in here with part 5, but if you want to start from the beginning, all the previous parts…
I’m actually not in a good mood, just FAKING IT TILL I MAKE IT, y’all! So! Allow me to share stuff that makes me smile (or at least not barf): When I’m in a good mood, I love to mock…

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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.