Like A Flood
_Disclaimer: This story is for fantasy purposes only. This is in no way a realistic depiction of sexuality and the behavior herein is not condoned._ * * * The stench of defeat hung over the court. King Othe shook his head. "That won't do," he...
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"Morning, Sheila!" "Morning," the flustered marmot said without looking. She was moving through the office purposefully, eyes fixed forwards. "You alright?" "N-yeah," she corrected at the last moment. "Just fine." She didn't linger. She had to get...
The Trouble with Idioms
"Stupid... stupid father..." The voice would have been sweet--feminine, barely adult--if it wasn't carrying so much irritation. The sound arrived in the stables well before the speaker did. It gave Rell plenty of time to gather himself. He'd been...