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The Street You Grew Up On
Imagine a street, but not the one you grew up on.
Grim
Once upon a time a woodcutter, a woman, and their children were hungry. And oh what a terrible thing it is to be ravenous. The little children chewed on…
Rabbit Trap
A flash fiction piece about hunting.
Chapter 14 - Flowers of Antimony
There was another option.
Chapter 13 - Flowers of Antimony
But it wasn’t enough.
Chapter 12 - Flowers of Antimony
Again, Leon placed a piece of his humanity at the feet of the alchemical gods.
Chapter 11 - Flowers of Antimony
“It sounds like a sacrifice to me. That’s a little extreme, Rosie. Even for us.”
Chapter 10 - Flowers of Antimony
“It was too much two days ago. I’m in it now. Gimme. If you’re going to Hell, I’m coming with.”
Chapter 9 - Flowers of Antimony
“Well the whole thing, start to finish, takes 40 days. And the first thing we need is a horse womb.”
Chapter 8 - Flowers of Antimony
“Sure. Let’s do something impossible.”
Chapter 7 - Flowers of Antimony
It was three in the morning. Midnight had come and gone without the gold coin changing in any discernible way. Only one milestone remained.
Chapter 6 - Flowers of Antimony
A tiny little voice in her head started babbling like a lunatic about promises and cowards and abandonment.
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