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My Master is My Fulfillment

Ah!  Master looked at me!  I looked up attentively, and she looked away.  My shoulders slumped as I watched her return to fiddling with some paper, and I sighed silently.  More homework, I was sure of it.  She had far too much lately.  Her tears at night always put her to sleep before I could sing to her, and I was getting increasingly worried.  She rested her head on her desk and made puttering sounds with her lips.  I could see how bored she was.

She glanced back at me, then shook her head and sat back up. “I have to finish this before I can play, she told herself.  My heart sank.  She said that each day, but she always completed her work so late, she ran out of energy. Read the rest of this entry »

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Son of a Bitch

Continued from The Ass Returns.

“You two aren’t going to get anything done just staring at that snake.  It’s not too big, is it?  I could have beaten it off by now.” The ever-filthy wanderer, Piper, observed with bored eyes.  His ever-present flute case rested on his lap as he leaned forward to watch.  Crooked teeth bit at the tip of his thumb in irritation. “At this rate, that little snake will eat one of you for dinner.”

Leopold growled.  He was injured and exhausted.  The ‘little snake’ was at least four times his size, and apparently without weakness.  It drew back, ready to strike at the young man directly in front of him.

“Worthless.” Piper grunted. Read the rest of this entry »

 
 

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The Ass Returns

Continued from Oh Shit.

Edaline returned to her father’s house as an unwed woman.  Her maidenhead broken, she had little hopes of a new marriage, and her father treated her coolly, while her mother coddled her.  There she waited for the man she didn’t expect to come.  The days became weeks, and she began to lose hope.  Should she return to her husband?  For a few days, she debated it, and even began to pack.  If he didn’t accept her return, she would be without hope for a future that lacked shame.

She stopped packing.  She needed answers too badly.  She would remain, and she would wait. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on February 22, 2013 in Semihistorical Fiction

 

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Well, shit.

Continued from Oops.

The day of Young Lady Edaline Starrik’s anniversary of birth arrived on a day filled with clouds and rain.  Piper packed away his flute before the sun rose.  He dressed quickly and began to walk off.  He avoided the roads as he took a more direct route through field and forest.  The scruffy man intended to arrive first, and walked quickly.  At times, he ran when he heard others.

Branches gripped and pulled at his clothing.  New rips and tears formed.  He held his cape in place after a reminder that a yanked cape caused difficulty when he tried to breathe.

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Posted by on January 2, 2013 in Semihistorical Fiction

 

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Oops

The bride screamed.  Her flawless wedding day was ruined.  Another shrill scream echoed through the small castle chapel.  Tears ran down the bride’s pale face.  The liquid cut through the silver-and-pearl powder, leaving trails of flushed red flesh.  She stood alone near the small, glowing orb and the traveling priest.  A third scream caused the assembled family and friends of the would-be-bride to shift uncomfortably in their benches.

Never before had they witnessed such unrestrained emotion in the young lady.  Finally, the girl’s mother stood and walked to her daughter.  She embraced her tightly and led her away.  With her own body, she shielded the sobbing young bride from sight.

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Posted by on January 2, 2013 in Semihistorical Fiction

 

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