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The Masks of Misfortune (Part 2 of 4)

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A few days later, Tom and Daisy returned to the shop to pick up the masks.  They were surprised to find Mr. Fessip all worked up in a frenzy.  He explained how someone had tried to rob the store the other evening.  The front window had been smashed.  Things had been thrown around the store, and much had been broken but nothing taken; it was as though whoever it was had been frantically looking for something specific. Continue reading “The Masks of Misfortune (Part 2 of 4)”

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The Masks of Misfortune (Part 1 of 4)

You are cordially invited to attend

The Grayson’s Masquerade Ball

31 October 1853

 

“Have you received your invitation yet?”  Daisy waved the white card in Harry’s face and leaned against the table in front of him.  He shrugged dismissively.

“I don’t know; I can’t be bothered to read the mail these days.  If it’s important, someone will tell me.”

“You must have gotten it; Emma adores you.”  Daisy tilted her head, smiling.  Harry only shrugged again. Continue reading “The Masks of Misfortune (Part 1 of 4)”

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The Story of Lythulia (Part 2 of 2)

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Several days went by and not a moment was lost in starting on Poppy’s lessons on decorum and ruling and all other such things a princess might need to know. Poppy was a fast learner, and all of her teachers praised her for her natural skills and sense of etiquette and finery. “What a princess she will make!” stated each of them as she left their classrooms. But Poppy was not happy. Continue reading “The Story of Lythulia (Part 2 of 2)”

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The Story of Lythulia (Part 1 of 2)

Once upon a time there was a kingdom. This kingdom stretched out far and wide, from the tulip meadows of Tressor all the way to the purple oceans of Peppernick. This was the kingdom of Lythulia, and it was as grand a kingdom as you could imagine, and pretty too. The people of Lythulia were simple folk and led simple lives, but even simple folk deserve happiness, and unfortunately for the Lythulians, happiness could not come so easily to them.  Continue reading “The Story of Lythulia (Part 1 of 2)”

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Lynx

A piece I wrote a while back. The idea was condensed into a much shorter story than I had originally planned.

 

Imagine looking in a mirror and seeing a reflection that didn’t belong to you. Or try peering through a keyhole, only to find an eyeball staring vacantly back at you. How would you react? I think that must have been the way Lynx viewed the world every day – through a glass haze and a little hole. She went through her life scared of what she saw looking back at her. Continue reading “Lynx”

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In Wonderland (Part 3 of 3)

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Before her stood a little boy, with the greenest eyes she had ever seen (they were so green that even her dark sunglasses could not dull them). He was wearing a pair of overalls and a scruffy white t-shirt underneath. He was barefooted and a spot of dirt smudged his forehead. He shuffled from foot to foot uneasily.

“Hello. It’s nice to see you again,” he said.

“Again? I’ve never seen you before.” The girl squinted at the boy. His green eyes widened. Continue reading “In Wonderland (Part 3 of 3)”