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...

He opened the door, and his hopes were immediately crushed.

It was him.

A man stood in the hallway. His suit was as black as ash, and his tie reflected the palest red of a dying rose. A streak of grey snaked its way into his straightened back hair. His face was pristine, with sharp features. He held a small briefcase.

Hunter’s heart sank at the sight of it.

“Why, if it isn’t our pal, Avis.” ...

The knock came at 4:07 PM. Four times in a rhythm. As if it were practiced. Rehearsed.

The apartment reeked of Liam’s burnt toast and Hunter’s coffee. Natt sprawled over the sofa, with Liam cradling her legs in his lap. He stretched his feet on the coffee table in front of him.

The voices from the TV drifted into the open kitchen, blending with the hum of Hunter’s coffee machine.

The three we...

“So what happened?” Mr. Anderson arched his eyebrow so high I half expected it to hit the ceiling.

I felt like an office clerk sitting for my first interview. “Mr. Anderson, I can expl—“

“No it’s alright, Alex.” He held up his hand with divine patience. “I’m sure your friends could do some explanation.”

With that, all four of us sat in the hall with a smoking pan, burnt caramel aroma and milk s...

Dedication: To Oddity, who’s inspired me to write fantasy genres. This one’s for you.

_

The Silver Oaks stood tall even back then. Sunlight spilled through the shimmering blue leaves like splatter of gleaming paint.

Ameera, years younger, panted. She jammed the tip of her spear into the ground, marking the end of their sparring match.

“I won, Agha.” She breathed. She smiled despi...

The leaves trembled. The wind stopped.

Ameera clenched her fists into the dirt.

“Any last words, General?” Sylon said, the tip of his sword now grazing the back of her hijab.

Ameera glanced at her spear across her. Its shine receded. She watched as the life slowly drained out of it. Her control was gone.

“Every day.” She muttered. Her armor now weighed more than before “Every. Single. Da...

"General Xyzen was a _fool to _choose you as his heir!" Lieutenant Sylon spat.

Ameera relaxed her jaw she hadn’t realized she’d been clenching. Her grip around her spear tightened. The old elf was one sentence away from the jab of her spear.

"I’m afraid you’re not fit to speak his name, Lieutenant." She replied, her voice even. Controlled.

“The Council of Elven Elders may call you _Gene...

**Scene 3: **

Take 7

Setting: ICU Unit in a hospital

Frederick:(sitting over the bed) Wakey wakey Alex…

Alex: (sits upright with a start) What are you—

The fake IV Canula falls off

Alex:** (breaks character) **Poor hospital service, man.

**Frederick: **Might as well make my job easy in killing you.

**Alex: ** I’m reconsidering whether or ...