Gromprakin floated into the conference room sporting the warmest of smiles. In his many millennia working as a planetary auctioneer, he knew that he could easily have PrakinGrom’s latest acquisition sold by the end of the meeting. It was a war and pestilence torn planet, but it was a very lovely shade of azure, which would make this fixer upper ( Read more... )

Rob Chuck had just returned from lunch when the secretary greeted him.

“Your one o’clock appointment is here, Sir. I showed the reporter and photographer into your office so that the photographer could set up his lighting equipment.”

Rob nodded, opened the door to his office, and put on his best smile. ( Read more... )

The steady sound of the blade slicing through potatoes accompanied the pattern of raindrops beating against the window one late afternoon in April. Stella was lost in thought. Nervous about a solo piano performance she was to give that evening at a recital, she found comfort in her cooking.
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High in the lofts of the tower to the east of a village named Gloriam, I attempted to cast a conjuration spell as my mentor, Mage Falstaff, watched. The objective was to summon a scarlet feather- the likes one would find on the plumage of an imperial phoenix from the southlands a millennia ago. It required just the right movements from my wand, ( Read more... )