Original Fiction
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Split, by Maayan Sulami
Split By: Maayan Sulami 4 isn’t answering her phone again. She always forgets it at home or doesn’t charge it, and then I have no way of contacting her; it drives me crazy. It’s fine when she goes to the grocery store, but when she picks Romi from kindergarten, it freaks me out. I text the group to see if…
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‘Annalium Scriptor’, Epitaph Seven: The Gods Are Against Me
Epitaph Seven: The Gods Are Against Me By Zach Wheat “I have to stop, Stradanis,” Joth gasped. “Call your dog. He’s crazy.” Joth slowed his horse and dismounted, stretching his saddle sore muscles. Stradanis yelled out to his dog and clapped his hands, but Tawn, smug with satisfaction, didn’t look back as he continued to streak across the…
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‘Annalium Scriptor’, Epitaph Six: Bramblethorne By Zach Wheat
Epitaph Six: Bramblethorne By Zach Wheat Stradanis pulled the reins of his horse and stopped at a sign ahead of the town. Tawn sniffed cautiously in the air, darting his head through the desert breeze trying to remain upwind of the town. “What does the sign say?” Joth asked. Joth was sore from the merciless pains of the…
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‘Annalium Scriptor’, Epitaph Five: Sanctification by Zach Wheat
Epitaph Five: Sanctification Joth woke and felt a sickness, unfamiliar and wrong. The air was dry on his black skin, while fresh from the previous night’s bath, it left him itching all over. He felt for his Bloodsword in the scabbard and it gave him a fierce, but pleasant shock that made him forget the pounding in his…
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‘Annalium Scriptor’, Epitaph Four: Mending Lullaby by Zach Wheat
Annalium Scriptor’ by Zach Wheat Epitaph Four: Mending Lullaby When the trio returned to The Miner’s Delight, fresh from their baths, they found it notably less animated. Mara provided them with clean clothes, simple and functional, leaving them attired like Ghostblade’s miners. It was not unnoticed. Neither was a lone figure, in a wide brimmed hat and long…
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‘Annalium Scriptor’, Epitaph Three: Fifty Cog by Zach Wheat
‘Annalium Scriptor’ by Zach Wheat Epitaph Three: Fifty Cog “I told you he was broken,” Joth said, as Stradanis stepped out of the Sherriff’s office and closed the door. “I like the music though. What was that?” “What was what?” Stradanis asked. “You made smoke and you made him calm and fall asleep,” said Joth. “With…
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