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Red Writing Hood: Taking Charge

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My mother’s face blanched. I saw her gaze go blank and feared she would collapse. Ceoir grasped my mother by her elbows and held tight. 434 more words


Indie Ink: Farewells

The breeze that drifted through the grass seemed to caress her face like fingertips tracing her jawline. She shivered then stiffened as a fog began to rise from the ground. 500 more words


Red Writing Hood: Revelations

Ceoir’s eyes go wide at what my mother has just said. Her face blanches.

“You?” Her voice shakes. “How? You barely had the skill to perform the guardian rituals.” 471 more words