Stories
Past Stain
“The stain is spreading to your past.”
She blinked, staring down at the words, which stared right back at her. “What am I supposed to do with this?” she asked, waving the scrap of paper about.
The coach frowned. “Just try to let it inspire you,” she said before hovering on to one of the other writers.
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The Katabasis of Queen Esther
A knock came on her door.
Vashti raised her eyes from her book and glanced at the golden door, then cast them down again to look at the hound that lay at her feet.
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Hail the Hunter
I told you I was born in the Western mountains, but this is only part of the story. I was raised in a Moon temple, you see. I know you’ve heard of them. Yes, I grew up in a small temple, one of many in that part of the world, and spend my childhood looking forward to the day when I was declared grown, and ready to serve. Of the time before I was given to the temple, I remember very little.
Hazel Gold 