Her bare feet crashed against the sand.

Thé folds of her shimmery deep blue dress draped as she twirled. As deep as the night sky. As shimmery as the stars.

The moonlight kissed her bare skin— glowing and flawless.

Her curls danced against her shoulders. The shoulders she wished to be once held.

Her eyes carried the beauty of a million stars.

She dipped her ankles in the waves hugging th...

"How- How do you know that the d- dead can talk?"

A puff of white escaped Liam’s chattering teeth as he rubbed his arms.

They were sat on a bench facing a graveyard on the other side of the road.

Iron fence surrounded the entrance, it’s sharp tips reminding Hunter of spears in Natt’s video game.

A stone arc stood as an entrance. The sky was so grey, the entrance seemed indistinguishable ...

Who are we when no one’s watching?

When the worlds’ eyes avert,

And they’re done talking.

A murder?

An arsonist?

Or something more gut-wrenching?

A butterfly!

Or a fairy,

Or something more enchanting?

A Sherlock Holmes,

Or a Watson,

Or something more intriguing.

Who are we when no one’s watching?

When the blinds are drawn,

And the world is sleeping?

We’re writers, your honor!

Unstoppable, U...

She instantly regretted the moment the words fell out.

The pain flashed in Ameera’s eyes. She winced, as if someone had rammed her spear into her chest.

“Enough." Ameera said.

She didn’t scream. She didn’t raise her voice.

She simply picked up her helmet and spear lying at her feet. "We shall discuss this tomorrow."

"No. We’re finishing this right now." Serene folded her hands.

Ameera ...

The wind made her hijab flutter as the night pressed deep into the woods. Trees towered above Ameera as she sat by the edge of the stream, dipping her ankles into the cold, flowing water.

She hugged her legs, chin on knees. Faint crackle and voices drifted from the base camp nearby.

The trees swayed along the wind, carrying subtle whispers.

A rustle of leaves tore through the silence. Sharp ...

She flipped over the roof, swinging her legs like ribbons along the wind before landing upright. The folds of her tunic ruffled from the wind. The night bathed in the pale moonlight.

The moonflower extract juggled in her belt pocket as she moved.

Known for its notorious effects, illegal in more than half of Avalorn— nothing Serene didn’t have in reach.

The council orders were just a piece of...

The red flare tore through the sky.

And Ameera charged.

That was the signal.

She didn’t wait for it to explode and lit up the moonless sky.

**BOOM!**

One of the tents burst into flames below.

The ground shook.

She skidded down the slope. Rocks scraped against her armor.

The flare burst in the sky, it’s noise tearing into her eardrums.

Shouts rang out. Weapons clanged. Metal agains...

Light green curtains draped over the high glass, shielding the morning brilliance. Sunlight filtered through the painted glass, escaping the narrow curtain opening and pouring into Brigid’s room. The room bathed in faint pink light. As pink as tulips.

The light pricked her eyes. She squinted.

“Mrmm…”

Brigid pulled away her silk covers, placing her bare feet on the wooden flooring. The wood...

The three remained glued to their positions. None of them spoke. Hunter’s legs still felt like jelly.

“What... just happened? Liam stared hard at the door.

“What did you do?” Natt asked.

The two turned their heads at him in unison. Hunter looked down at his World’s Okayest Psychic and back at them.

“I– What?” He stuttered, “What did I do? What did you do? He just– He just left.” He thr...

Two things happened as soon as he asked it.

“She’s getting married.”

Should I shoot him with Hunter’s gun?

Hunter choked on his coffee.

“WHAT– KOFF KOFFF–”

Avis straightened up in concern.

“Are you alrigh–”

“I’m fine– KOFF kOfFfFfF–”

WHAT WAS NATT THINKING ABOUT?

Was she crazy?

A murderous Roommate. A Bride-To-Be sister.

What could go more wrong... right?

Avis flicke...