The first time I saw her I had just left a party.
It was the middle of the fucking night, and she just stood there on the opposite corner, one dark shadow amongst other shadows. 532 more words
I know I’ve been mentioning constantly how I knew increasingly less about the peoples of the Realm the further I moved away from the northernmost island and that I’ve had to build most of them basically from scratch. 744 more words
Liay was rummaging through his grandfather’s attic when he found it. Or her. Or whatever it was. At first he didn’t dare do much more than lift the old yellowing sheet off her – its – feet and look at the lifelike bare toes, then he lifted the sheet up further to see the hem of a skirt and a heavy coat. 2,839 more words