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Creative scribblings carved from my imagination. Here there be original shorts, fan fiction, novellas, and other art forms not yet identified by science.
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Trifles Light as AirPart 48: Her Gratified Heart (Nov. 26, 2022) | Comments Catterntide had always been an especially joyous tradition to celebrate. There was still a great deal of fun in remembering their past celebrations and sharing it with her family. |
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Long Forgotten GloryNov. 23, 2022 | Comments February 10 Prompt: Any, any, crown of lilies, written for the Grimms’ fairy tale "Briar Rose." |
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Trifles Light as AirPart 47: Improving in Intimacy (Nov. 19, 2022) | Comments Eleanor was gratified to discover several ladies with whom she could pass a pleasant hour and even a few who seemed to sincerely welcome her company. |
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AnomalyPart 2: Decaying Orbits (Nov. 16, 2022) | Comments February 9 Prompt: any, any, on other planets, written for Pride and Prejudice (and direct sequel to "Anamoly"). |
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Trifles Light as AirPart 46: A Dreamer or a Lover (Nov. 12, 2022) | Comments The pleasantries should have been funny. Instead, a familiar wistfulness descended as had been kept at bay during the last fortnight of his sister's company. |
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A Very Steady FriendshipPart 2: Confession (Nov. 09, 2022) | Comments February 8 Prompt: any, any, best enemy, written for Pride and Prejudice. |
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Past is PrologueNov. 07, 2022 | Comments Two girls walk the woods near Northanger Abbey, separated by time, united in the same space. Which is alive, and which is not? |
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Trifles Light as AirPart 45: Confidante (Nov. 05, 2022) | Comments Waking to see frost on the windowpane, of all things, undid her, and Sarah was roused by the sound of strangled sobs as her sister stared forlornly out the glass. |