I was on a movie lot, script clutched in my hands, wringing the paper for all it was worth. I had memorized every line, studied every nuance, even read the novel the movie was based on to prepare. I wanted to be perfect - no, better than perfect. I wanted to be the only option, the pristine gemstone, the completion.
“Next!” The word rang out and I was filled with hope, excitement, and...
2020-03-27 19:01:00 +0000 UTC View Post“I used to want to live in a dollhouse when I was small.” I then grin and laugh. “Well, smaller to you.” I look down at my hands. “I had my mother’s old dollhouse that her grandfather had built for her. I wanted to live in it so badly, especially after Benji was born,” I scoff. “Three loud, screaming, earth shattering boys around all at once.” I frown. “I never got a moments peace and now I would give anything to hear them yelling through the house again.”
Horvath ...
2020-03-26 21:00:01 +0000 UTC View Post
I’ve been coming to the True Love’s Kiss almost every day now. I can’t seem to leave the place alone, as if I am drawn to the building. I feel at home here, with an ease and comfort I can’t find anywhere else.
I wander around each day, finding a spot to sit down. I people-watch for the most part, observing all the shapes and sizes of the folks that come through. I like to sketch, ...
2020-03-26 19:01:01 +0000 UTC View Post“Is that-” my eyes dart back and forth. “Is that all?”
Frankfurt’s eyes bug at me. “You know what a thunderegg looks like, right? Dig until you see one.”
I scowl and shake my head. “That’s not enough instructions, Frankie!”
Benji lets out an exasperated scoff. “I can help her.”
“Nah, nah,” Frankfurt shakes his hand. “Princess is going to do this on her own. She’s going to lead an opal mining town, she’s going to know what it’s like....
2020-03-25 21:01:00 +0000 UTC View Post
The speakeasy below the house is much bigger than I thought - it’s like a mini-mansion underneath a cozy little house. There’s enough space for everyone, including a bar, several bedrooms, and a handful of luxurious bathrooms. There is also a huge kitchen, where I help at mealtimes.
“I’m still shocked by this place,” I say to Delly one evening after supper. Everyone is lounging around...
2020-03-25 14:00:00 +0000 UTC View PostI swallow back the nervous lump in my throat. “To be honest, no. I mostly listen in on Saturday nights for the midnight plays.” I glance to Nellie in my anxiety, hoping to see some sort of reaction on her face. “Which I really enjoy by the way. Most of the time I just listen to what I have on my phone.” I’ve fucked it up, I can say that for certain.
“Well, for your information,” she murmurs. “We have the usual news program, morning, noon, and evening. There’s the weath...
2020-03-24 21:01:00 +0000 UTC View Post
I’ve been meeting with a few of the sex workers from True Love’s Kiss, sneaking what information I can from Delly’s briefcase. So far, it’s a lot of back-and-forth, but it’s more than enough for the True Love’s Kiss to work off of. Vincente, Ostivo, and Veronica have been my main contacts, and while I feel guilty for deceiving Delly, the three of them are a great comfort.
Vero...
2020-03-24 19:01:01 +0000 UTC View Post“Come in.” I turn to see the young man from last night walk in. “Oh, it’s you,” I say brightly.
“I just wanted to make sure you were well taken care of.” He bows before me. “I hope you’re comfortable.”
“Very much so, thank you.” I stand to greet him and my robe falls open. I like the way his brown eyes linger and I giggle to myself. “How much longer until the show starts.”
“Very soon.” He nods his head, his eyes flicking up qu...
2020-03-23 21:01:00 +0000 UTC View Post
I was passed around a lot as a kid. I never settled in one home for too long, and in those I did I was kept more as help than family. I never really had a family, just a new roof over my head. This was to be expected; I was a miscreation, a sheep Satyr to be precise. Not many people wanted me around. Usually, women were concerned I would seduce their husbands, so they hid me away before eventually se...
2020-03-23 19:01:01 +0000 UTC View PostAfter posting my last post (what is that sentence). I have decided that I will put off mailouts until May. But have no fear, I will be working on something special for when they return. Until then I will be posting an extra story, rough draft, and special preview every Saturday in April as a thanks from me to you, as well as a small extra ray of sunshine on these cloudy days.
Thank you, stay safe, wash your hands, and take care of yourself. You’re all important.
Edi...
2020-03-22 22:39:43 +0000 UTC View PostWith everything going on right now, I’m wondering if I should even do the mailouts in April. Since this effects ya’ll the most, let me hear from you. Would it be safe and responsible? Or should I wait and make up for it in May? Tell me what you think.
2020-03-22 16:06:04 +0000 UTC View PostWith everything going on in the world times are not only hard, they’re down right scary. That is why I wanna reach out to my commissioners who have stories coming in April and May, (even June) if you know this is you and need to either cancel or delay your commissions, let me know and we discuss accordingly. Whatever you need, I am willing to work with you so this is not another stress on your plate. I am not hurt if you wish to cancel at all, I always understand there are things out of our...
2020-03-21 01:56:09 +0000 UTC View Post“I want to share myself with you, all of you. It’s ok.” I close my eyes, holding my breath as I feel his mouth on my neck. I then feel the prick, but not the pain I was expecting. There is a low rumble in his throat and his hands tighten around me. I feel heat as he drinks my blood, it bubbles to the surface, burning near his lips. I grasp his chest, moaning as his lips pulls away. Licking the wound, he takes in a deep breath.
“Delicious,” he moans. “You shouldn’t have don...
2020-03-20 21:01:01 +0000 UTC View Post
I suppose I should have done the smart thing, and sent Merah Muda packing as soon as I discovered her plot, but I decided to play dumb and keep her around. Her wit lures me even more than her crocodile tears the night of the ball. Years of ostracization by her own family have given her a hunger, one that her father’s baking heritage can’t satisfy. She is brilliant, startling so, and she made my h...
2020-03-20 19:00:03 +0000 UTC View Post“What exactly do you take photos of?” I tilt my head to the side.
The grin that spreads across his face seems dangerous and gorgeous all at the same time. “Depends,” his voice purrs. “All relies on what the customer wants.”
I furrow my brow. “Why, the way you talk, it sounds as if you’re hinting at something salacious.”
“He is,” Desimir scoffs, still playing with my hair, having taken it out of the braids and is now curling it around his fingers. <...
2020-03-19 21:01:00 +0000 UTC View Post
My father passed away before I was born, so the crown was heavy upon me even before my birth. My mother hoped for a girl - someone who would be like her, gentle and sweet, but wholly unlike my father. My father was a good king, but he was not the best man. He was often cold towards my mother, sometimes even forgetting she existed. She was only another piece to the puzzle that was his monarchy.
...
2020-03-19 19:00:02 +0000 UTC View PostThe hushed anxiety I had expected earlier seems to settle on the crowd. There is a wave of murmurs going around the room. Father is so important to these people, he’s a whole world to them, I can understand why they are so afraid for his well being.
“Hold on everyone,” Vincente then announces to the crowd. “I think this is a cause for celebration, don’t you?” He looks around the room with a smile on his face. “If we can win this battle, imagine what else we can accom...
2020-03-18 21:01:00 +0000 UTC View Post
I try to steady my breathing. Siti is standing next to me, wearing Beast like a jacket, much the same way I do with Spite. The only difference is that Beast also provides Siti with a left arm, to replace her amputated one. She stands there, arms crossed, her big eyes staring at the elevator door. There is a whispering between the two of them, hissing softly through the air, but I can’t understand t...
2020-03-18 19:00:02 +0000 UTC View PostI had once met Arkane through one of my old dates. Back then, he was simply known as Falcone Arkane and he was head of one of the organized crime syndicates in the city. I could have had anything with Arkane, but I grew weary of him and his business. When I tried to leave, he got angry with me. I don’t remember much, because after he hit me, I blacked out. All I remember was that someone dragged me out of there and got me to the hospital. After that, Delly started taking care of me.
D...
2020-03-17 21:01:00 +0000 UTC View Post
“Max?” Someone gently nudges my cheek. “Max? You awake? Hey.” A tongue touches my face, gliding along my ear and down my jaw. “Max, please,” the voice whimpers. “Please wake up.”
I push against the face. “I’m awake, I’m awake.” I rub my eyes before I slowly open them. Faint light filters through the curtains as I peer around my room. “What’s so urgent?” I sit up sl...
2020-03-17 19:00:02 +0000 UTC View PostVincente poses, leaning one arm on the sink while the other rests on their hip. “Outside this dress, I am very masculine.” His body is a dusty yellow, covered in intricate diamond shaped scales. The snakes on his head sway to and fro, watching me with their quick little eyes. He’s tall and lean with elegant limbs, long fingers, and delicate hands. His jaw is squared with rougher scales. But it’s around his eyes that is most alluring, jagged spikes come out, almost mimicking thick, lus...
2020-03-16 21:01:00 +0000 UTC View Post
Ages ago, my family lived in Tea Country. We were not rich like most of the people there, but my parents made a decent living. My mother was hired to perform elaborate tea services in the homes of the wealthy. Despite the need for such things in Tea Country, my mother’s income was low. My father was a handyman who performed various odd jobs and services for the rich folk. He repaired more than his ...
2020-03-16 19:00:02 +0000 UTC View PostMy shoulders surge forward as I huff, relaxing my body from posing before her. I slouch down in the same chair again, staring at the chessboard. All the pieces are disarrayed from my aggravated slap earlier. I start standing them up where they lay, some on the board, others on the table. I look them over, wobbling the white queen back and forth under my finger.
“You’ve really got me under your thumb, haven’t you?” I hold the queen in my hand and look it over. “Perhaps spell is...
2020-03-13 21:00:02 +0000 UTC View Post
My family was one of great power and affluence in the old days, when magic was the rule, and arcane powers were law. My family was at the height of its power, and our kingdom and people were mighty.
But our alliances were tested when the wars came with the elves. My family had made our names with the elves - we had intermarried with them and let our blood mingle with theirs. Yet when war struck...
2020-03-13 19:01:01 +0000 UTC View PostThe rabbit fluffs up and hugs the carrot. “As you wish, Prince Belle.” He runs off again and Merah Muda looks at me in surprise.
“You carry carrots in your pocket?” She gasps.
“And dried tuna,” I say with a smile. “For the cats, of course.”
She narrows her eyes on me. “Whatever for?”
“To reward the staff, of course!” I scoff. “Why else?” I then look up as the white rabbit comes running back holding a basket above his head.
“I h...
2020-03-12 21:00:01 +0000 UTC View Post
After Tyrone and I were married, we started plotting how to buy our own house. His basement dwelling under the shop was fine and all when it was an affair, but for a married couple it just didn’t suffice. We started pinching pennies where we could, trying to save up. I even began venturing into turning my writing into something.
I started gathering my collections of writings, scripts, and wha...
2020-03-12 19:01:01 +0000 UTC View Post“Timid, seriously, come back.” Harlan’s tone is dark and serious.
Timid slowly slips off the desk and Harlan moves them to stand in front of me. Timid then takes hold of my hand.
“I take it you want to know where to find Rabid.” Harlan steps closer to the desk. “I’m afraid none of us know his location, not since the last time he attacked. From what I understand, he’s looking for you too.”
“Good,” she giggles. “I want him to find me. Let him! Because w...
2020-03-11 21:01:00 +0000 UTC View Post“Max?” There’s a gentle nudge to my cheek. “Max? You awake? Hey.” His tongue touches my face, gliding from my ear and down my jaw. “Max, please,” his voice whimpers, “please wake up.”
I push against his face. “I’m awake, I’m awake.” I rub my eyes before I slowly open them. Faint light cuts through the curtains as I peer around my room. “What’s so urgent?” I sit up slow, yawning loud as I continue to wake.
“You ok?” Spite whispers as he slithers ...
2020-03-11 20:01:00 +0000 UTC View Post
I’m quite lucky, if I say so myself. Most people wouldn’t get where I am today, and since I am a tiefling I feel this is doubly true. I try not to take my fortune for granted or let the sands slip through my fingers, but sometimes comfort does make one feel complacent. I may not seem humble at first glance, but sometimes it’s hard to appear that way when I have earned most of what I have.
“No,” I grumble. “But we’re here, aren’t we?”
Eli looks up to Spite. “And how about you? Ready to show off the goods?”
Spite rises up from a hoodie and lays his head in my hair. “You’ve been trying to get into my pants since I walked into your life.”
Eli smirks at him and arches a brow. “You don’t have pants.”
Spite hisses then turns back into a hood.
Eli takes the small victory. “Urata and I are almost done setting up.” He points ...
2020-03-10 21:01:00 +0000 UTC View Post