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On the Day of the Hunt (V)
One Two Three Four ++++++++++++ Being Chosen by the Queen, and all that followed was exhausting. Maids help me out of the stupid dress and underthings, then I sink into the pillows. I sob for my mother, remembering her sat rod-like in the gallery with despair on her face... Sleep took me before the tears even dried.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
77 Digital Message in an Analog World
"For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been.'" — John Greenleaf Whittier, 1854 They had me and they knew it. Time to pay the piper. Time to pay Paul; Peter's robbery now irrelevant. My lesson: spend their money and don't pay them back--lose a finger. Or more.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
The Pastel Prairie . Top Story - March 2024.
He came back to himself at the top of the rise. This hill, he knew, was the horizon he had seen his horse disappearing over. At first glance at what lay beyond, he drooped. The view was the same in front as behind, except the horizon was a whole lot farther away again. He had no idea how long it had taken him to get to this one; the journey had seemed plodding and endless.
By Mark E. Cutter3 years ago in Fiction
