Belle C. Fairbanks
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Stories (3/0)
Letter to the Author
Samantha sat alone, as usual, charcoal in hand. Her hands and forearms were covered in black smudges, with one more above her right eye. Her black notebook was small, but somehow she managed to capture beautiful details in every image she made.
By Belle C. Fairbanks3 years ago in Families
Knightborne
The princess was practicing her swordplay again. Her guard was doing a pretty poor job of teaching her how to fight. She was small and slender, with little strength behind her attacks, making his frontal attacks more detrimental to her than helpful.
By Belle C. Fairbanks3 years ago in Futurism
It Wasn't Worth It
“Package for you,” Ben’s mother wheezed. She was a wide woman, with hips twice the width of her shoulders and half the width of her waistline. She never averted her gaze from the television, with an ashtray to the right of her and an oxygen tank to her left.
By Belle C. Fairbanks3 years ago in Criminal