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[story] allegretto
author: (sunianna)
e-mail: zoeunlikely [ at ] gmail dot com
( Titania sits atop the infamous Mount Song, chin propped up by her fist as she gazes down at the great fire-bird crumble to ash before her. ) -
[story] our defence system has laryngitis
author: d.m.jewelle (dmjewelle)
e-mail: jv.choong [ at ] gmail dot com
( If there was one thing Finnegan honestly hated, it was the team-building activities. ) -
[story] the conductor
author: cracklikeabone (cracklikeabone)
e-mail: eyelinerkisses [ at ] hotmail dot com
( As he does every night, he rises from his resting place, his senses filled with the sickly sweet scent of dead flowers, their pervading odor warring with the petrichor all around them. )