( Fiction entry. A fairy tale with a twist. No triggers, just a hint of goofiness. )

Lilah flipped the envelope over. No post mark. No sign of where it came from.

Meet me at the Dirty Dubliner at 5:30 if you want to know the truth.

The truth? The truth about what?

Lilah looked up at the sign. Everyone knew of the Dirty Dubliner; it wasn’t a place for nice ladies like herself. Nonetheless, she slipped the letter into her ( Read more... )

Kimber knelt over the pile of sticks in front of her, pounding the flint against the metal of her dagger. Blisters had formed on her fingers long ago from the time she spent trying to make the fire. The tip of her thumb scraped the edge of the sharp blade, sending warm blood spilling out. She put her finger in her mouth to stop the bleeding, ( Read more... )

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“I already have my own servants, I certainly won’t be needing any more.” The man practically spat the hateful words into her face ( Read more... )