The man held up the glowing sphere, all smug superiority. “See? You are the missing princess. You must be returned to your family and position. You have no choice.” May wanted to smack him with Mama’s frying pan. Instead, she crossed her arms and retorted. “I have plenty of choices. I can scream, and fight, …
I had a visitor tonight, stepping through the door, wet through from the drizzle outside. It wasn’t heavy, barely rain at all, but it had been going for hours. My visitor seemed bowed down by that rain. Is if the water soaking into their clothes, and running rivulets down their ashen skin, was leaden weight …
“How did he manage to get a reputation as a leading diplomat? He’s the most undiplomatic person I’ve ever met.” Lord Marcus looked across the table at Lady Charlotte, who was stirring her tea with a little more vigour than necessary. He’d ‘bumped into’ Charlotte and Anya, a little too conveniently in Anya’s opinion, as …
The dim, golden warmth of the bath house was almost painful after their trek. Sarah shooed them towards the mid-heat tubs. “Strip and in.” Evan was tending the fire. He made a point of turning his back to them and focusing on feeding wood to the flames. Eleanor was grateful for the courtesy but still …
It was the dip that did it, it always was. The dip in the road just beyond the Mitchells’ place, the one all the locals knew to watch out for, the one that all but disappeared when the setting sun fell just so and the road before and after stretched out in a smooth, level …
A new solo journaling RPG - Wandering ... in City WonderFull - where a visitor explores the neighbourhoods of a new (to them) city. I've turned mine into more of a guided tour. Introduction I have to wonder what Their Majesties were thinking in sending me here. I’m not the most senior diplomat in the …
I was supposed to be asleep, along with the rest of the guests at the Duchess’s house party. From the sounds I heard behind several doors I passed, other guests were also awake, and many in rooms other than those allocated to them. If what I had to do had been less important, less urgent, …
I can't even remember what this exercise was supposed to achieve... The house didn’t like her, Susanna was sure of it, which was upsetting, because it was a lovely house. And yet, its dislike of her dogged every moment of her stay. The way the hallway rug seemed to fold itself up, just enough for …
James had known kids, especially little boys, were active, but in the way he knew crocodiles were dangerous without ever actually encountering one. Now he was not only encountering a young boy, he was supposedly parenting the poor kid. Although, maybe typhoon would be a better descriptor, one that merged with a tsunami at bath …
This is a solo journalling RPG with a bit of a darker bent. I am the proprietor of the last teashop. Not the only tea shop left in the world, simply the last one. My clientele is made up entirely of the newly dead, pausing for one last brew before crossing over into whatever comes …
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