The cool spring breeze eddied the smoke from the chimney pots among which Grell perched, watching the street below hir, the stars shining down on the city, mirrored by the lights in the windows and on the street corners below. Still another night assigned to Whitechapel: how boring, sie thought. Taking away hir death-scythe and replacing it with a ( Read more... )

Wendla's noticed the missing persons notices posted, and that's made her nervous. Nevertheless, she's determined to maintain her cheerfulness--it seems to her to be what's gotten her through so much already ( Read more... )

From the dark confines of the vortex of nothingness where his consciousness lurks, Morgoth has been observing. Waiting. Counting ( Read more... )

Felix's life has had a lot of ups and downs. (Mostly downs.) He doesn't trust peace, or happiness, but he's trying to, really trying, and bit by bit he might even be learning ( Read more... )

The usual darkness was slowly filled with light, gradually increasing in intensity until it almost hurt. Dahlia Hawthorne groaned in irritation.

( Potential mini-spoilers? )

You're free now Anthy... Free to be whatever you want to be, not just a witch, or a bride.

A teenage girl laid on the porch of the mansion, her bright pink hair covering the dark wood. "Anthy, Anthy..." Her sky blue eyes opened, the sun was beaming down her pale face. Just where am I?

She sat up, she felt no cuts or stab wounds at all, which ( Read more... )

He couldn't completely give himself a clean bill of health: the burns still need to be dressed twice a day, but they're healing better than he expected, given their severity. The stab wound has finally healed over, though he's likely to have a scar on his back for the rest of his life, however long that ends up being. He credits this to Belize's ( Read more... )

"Ooohhh."

With a heavy sigh, Favrielle lets herself fall in a comfortable chair, enjoying every bit of cushion against her stiff body. She spent half a day working without a break -- it always happens when she's intent on finishing something -- and all that she'd like to have now is a cup of strong scented hot chocolate and a long nap.

"Anything ( Read more... )

In the life of a witch there is no afterword. She was dead, dead and g...wait.

Elphaba pants heavily. There's no stone beneath her feet, but wooden, shaky ledges and she can feel thick drops of water digging into her skin. One would think Dorothy's bucket emptied by now. But is she dead? It wouldn't surprise her if divinity chose to mock her ( Read more... )

 'Alright.'

A shiver goes through the length of her body. 'But I don't want to wake up just yeeet--'. She doesn't like her own whiny voice; perhaps they should have adjusted her vocal cords just a touch differently? Huh. She definitely must talk to her father.

Another shiver, and her head convulses on the rubber pillow. Thud. Wait. That should be a ( Read more... )