fantasy
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“Marin?” Jarl popped in, scaring the hell out of me and making the creature in the tub hiss. “Oh, it can make noise, neat. Are you having coffee or am I drinking your share?” “I’m sort of stuck in your bathtub with a mermaid, Jarl. And it has hold of my shoulder. It could…
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Coming to was like that morning after I was welcomed on board ship by Captain and the crew. Homegrown hooch with anchovies. Unstable, my stomach wanted to live outside of my body and my brain was wrapped around an anchor. The storm threw buckets at the windows of Jarl’s apartment. He had rolled towels and…
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“Jarl, I need a room!” I demanded as the door pulled open beneath my fist. “Marin, what is with banging on my door in the middle of-” my brother’s eyes settled on what was draped on my back.
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It wasn’t for a lack of trying. I pushed. I fought. I wrote letters. I showed up. I begged. I did what I could. Yet, my desire for a fine arts degree fell apart. I worked for the pharmacist during the days when I wasn’t working over dad’s farm to save up for the impossible.…
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Black fins flashed in deep water. A low voice echoed in the cave, a lecture to an audience of one. “There are moments in time when humans can slip the Antumnos Veil. When they see things they aren’t supposed to see. Those moments are when we find those that were lost to us. Babes that…
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A sliding unease rattled Fane from his dreams. He held his love close to him, tucked under warm blankets. Ishan was breathing softly. Fane listened for a tell-tale sign in the darkness. Silence. There had been no logical reason for his waking. He could not recall a nightmare. His heart rate was not up. There was…
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“Your armoury is crap, Corbin.” Fane regarded the minuscule stockpile in a make-do locker room near the medical ward. Corbin leaned against a doorframe, watching the redhead meticulously clean guns, which apparently weren’t enough to keep the man happy. “Not like I own the military.”
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Ishan stepped into a closet sized bedroom stuffed with a bunk bed, a dresser, and a crate of worn toys. The sun cast orange rays on the brown shag carpet. Greasy wood paneling held onto the nauseating scent of tobacco. Laughter alerted him to the door behind him. He eased the warm brass handle to…
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Fane collapsed onto the bed in his and Ishan’s room. They had returned to the warehouse when Bern had released him. He had thrown himself through a shower, brushed his teeth, and pulled one of the more creative mechanics off the shop floor to lop off his locks. He ran a hand through his short…
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Lights played across the fogged-up back windows of the car. It smelled of cheap spirits and cigarette smoke. He was curled up under a thin blanket. He had kicked off his shoes, and his toes were cold from the holes in his crusty socks. Melody had finally relented and let him use her as a…
Chapel Orahamm 