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Ch.2 The Spell
The Tsar soon found out that life would never be the same again. THE SPELL Opening her eyes to the song of a blue-bird, Rebecca could feel the warm sunshine on her face. It was a glorious day, with a perfect blue sky, the roses in the Palace gardens basking in the summer morning. Hearing her father’s voice underneath the window, Rebecca danced up and opened the French windows just in time to see her father and three brothers riding off towards the village. Strange as it seemed, life had quietened down. Although her new stepmother had completely changed the Palace, with new colour schemes, new furniture and even new historical pictures, this young woman was clever enough to get her own way without causing any upset.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 months ago in Fiction
The Russian Princess Doll
THE PERFECT LIFE Looking over the rich green gardens, the Tsar of Russia couldn’t help but feel proud of his only daughter. Having three older sons, Rebecca was most welcome being the only daughter and the last child. With long, curly, raven-black hair, a very trim figure and pale complexion, Rebecca was the beauty of the Russian Court. Her mother, the Tsarina, loved her dearly and lavished attention on her only daughter. Being so much younger than her brothers, this beautiful seventeen year old felt completely safe, and her brothers almost fighting each other to protect her.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 months ago in Fiction
What the Stone Remembers
It was the only sense left to her that did no harm. She could smell the rosemary before her fingers found it, could feel the give of ripe fig against her palm, could hear the bees working the thyme that grew wild along the cave's mouth. What she could not do — had not done in longer than she cared to count — was look at any living thing and let it stay living.
By Jeffrey Allison2 months ago in Fiction
Be a man. Honorable Mention in Last Call Challenge.
He sat staring at the train, then his phone, then the train. He had booked a seat on the train and had been ready to board. Then his phone beeped and he stopped, expecting to read a message telling him to go. Instead the message said "be a real man, come home".
By ASHLEY SMITH2 months ago in Fiction
Now Boarding . Top Story - August 2026.
Despite Kelsey’s best efforts in the art of self restraint, all she thought about while standing in the boarding line was how divinely handsome he was. There was something about his chin as he looked out over the tarmac that said “I can cook a meal, pay the bills, and still nerd out over a video game, but in a way that’s cute and not smelly.”
By Matthew J. Fromm2 months ago in Fiction
