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Naiad - One

“I proclaim you for a liar! A misguided fool and a liar, Del’Adera!” The woman was chained to a post, but it did nothing to hold her tongue, nor did it seem to do much to restrain her motions. She was an animated woman, her features dancing with life, defeat the farthest thing from them no matter what her situation said of the state that she should have been in. Her hands jerked at the chains that held her, the sound of the metal hitting together and smacking against the wood almost lost in the sound of the crowd, though Del’Adera herself stood barely ten feet away. “

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Prince's SurvivalAmaralia watched the flag fluttering in the wind, giving a sigh and shaking her head sadly as she approached it. With great care she reached up and slid the dangling emblem from the rod supporting it, her hands giving the slightest tremble as she carefully folded the cloth and tucked it away in the pocket of her apron.
The last flag. It was the very last one, and that knowledge clenched around her heart, squeezing it and causing a lump to settle in her stomach. As a servant of the palace, her task under the new regime had been to ensure all of the flags, proudly displaying the red, gold and Prince's Survival
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Soul CollectorHe swore this would be the last time.
He swore the same every time he poured the oily red mixture across the floor, creating a circle to work within. When he'd been younger, the words came to his mind even more often-when he was going about his daily routine, for instance, letting his mind rest on his monthly ritual. He'd been squeamish then, and horribly naïve.
Now, he merely swore it out of habit, and perhaps a bit out of nostalgia for times of easier survival. That was all that brought regret to his mind, and even the regret quickly fled as he realised, amused, that the thought made him sound like Soul Collector
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Lady of Ice"Why's snow white?" eight year old Tamara asked, looking hopefully up at her grandmother, bright blue eyes begging for a story.
"Because it reflects back all of the colours of the rainbow, duh," her older brother, ten year old Steven, answered, cutting across their grandmother even as she opened her mouth to speak.  "You watched the same show I did," he added.
Tamara made a face.  "That's so boring," she complained.  "You're boring, Steven."  Then turned her attention back to her grandmother when Steven stuck out his tongue.
Their grandmother smil Lady of Ice
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Fate's HolidayThe holiday rush. Two months of absolute ear-torturing hell for anyone unfortunate enough to be working in the retail sector, especially if they weren't high enough on the totem pole to have any control over what music was piped into the stores. Birgitta hadn't thought, after last year, that she would ever have to go through this again. Being a Fate, albeit one still in training and not one who would have any real power anytime soon, should still have gotten her out of working retail.
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Soul Collector

Thu Jan 14, 2010, 7:46 PM

Mood: Apprehensive
Listening to: Silvae - At the Lake

The title of this journal is the title of the first piece I've ever submitted for consideration to a publisher (which, of course, you can read here). It's a tiny little company just getting off its feet, and they're trying to publish quarterly flash fiction anthologies, so I submitted something.

I'll let you know in a month or so when I get my rejection letter, assuming they send them out. I figure it's experience being rejected anyway. Need to build up a nice strong resistance to the 'Why doesn't anyone like me!?' feelings.

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