FANTASY

Deirdre

Her hair was red, or ginger to be precise, the tinge toward blonde rather than auburn, the bright breeziness of a summer’s day rather than sweltering heat of the night. And she was beautiful. “How it going? You must be…
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The Orc

“Look children,” the professor jabbed his fingers through the bars at Kabu, half hidden beneath the moth eaten blanket, “an orc.” The children gathered around the cell, their hands clasping the bars. Kabu glanced behind the children at the prison…
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The Graveyard Bugs

Lucia pouted and stomped her bare pink foot. “Don’t wanna. It’s still summer. Don’t wanna wear stockings.” “Baby,” her mother, Francesca, brought her own freckled nose close to Lucia’s, “you have to. It’s winter. It’s snowing. Look.” The tall rectangles…
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