Author: Empress Cecille

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Gwen’s Gaiden

            Fanfare blasted from the exotic instruments onstage! The crowd exploded into clapping and cheering. The man on stage cleared his throat and tried to calm the audience like someone swimming against the current of a wave. He was a strange man with smooth aquatic skin the color of sapphire and with two long slug-like antenna atop his head and curled back. He wore wise robes and brass adornments across his wrists and fingers. He was a touch portly and gave a joyous smile, overwhelmed but pleased. The audience formed a calm tide for him.

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Cat Call

Walls of sound emerged from the bouncing neon speakers. The hall was filled with willing, sweaty bodies swaying to the mythic rhythms emerging from the walls. Bodies rubbed and touched, danced and jumped, and spilled tiny blue glasses of thin pink liquid and trip over heels into willing hunk’s arms. Dylan watched it all from his seat at the bar with his arm around his date. His glasses reflected the glare of the rave lights pink and cyan and his blonde hair was short cut and well kept. His date was a bombshell blonde turned bombshell pastel goth. She looked like she belonged here with her candy green hair and piercing bubbly blue eyes. Layla was her name.

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Halloween Vibes

Halloween Vibes

A blistering spark of flames leapt from its containment to a book. Brought to life and suddenly aware of what it was capable of, the winged toad instantaneously burst into a furious green flame and emerged with the zest of a being well aware of the short wick of its existence. She had been looking away when the confluence betwixt the summon’s world and our own emerged. By the time Beth had lifted her head out of her other book the toad had already accomplished its first leap and set fire to the curtains. “H-hey!” Beth shot straight up to her feet and raised her hands in defiance. Her ability to defy went further than others, past physical grasp as her gestures grew beyond whims and became magical hands that hurriedly squeezed the leaping meteor toad before it spread the flames to the god damn laundry basket.

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thenextstep.msg

For Vivid Shadows, a horror themed collaboration event by https://twitter.com/JSuccubus and https://twitter.com/monstrifex

Based on art by: https://twitter.com/monstrifex/status/1446937217264336896

IX. INSECT

Thenextstep.msg

            I could have stopped her. More than anyone else, I knew what was going through her head and how the research had progressed. When my phone vibrated that night and woke me up with a start it was only the long-awaited punctuation to this strained and arduous story. No; By then it was far too late. And deep down it was exactly where I thought this would all end up.

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Even in Crimson

Even in Crimson

            It was born in flames. The gentle wind that rolled through the open window and lifted the pedals and danced with the blades of grass came from arches of fire tall as the sky is wide. Forged in steel and ancient weapons carved of beasts and bones wielded by soldiers engraved with a dark, unforgivable power. All of this was born in sacrifice, born in slaughter, born in fire.

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Fraud Correction

Fraud Correction

A Twisted Tale from The Dark Skies
(Thumbnail art by Puptini : https://www.furaffinity.net/view/35313782/ )

            From town to town, village to village, people made their living. In the tattered ruins of the broken world, little settlements eek out a living worthwhile. They farm and delegate, build and aspire, and all this builds to the gathering of coin and currency to enter the world of trade. And what was most enjoyable, delectable, and fascinating about these hardy people? How easy they were to rob blind.

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Recursive Toon

Recursive Toon

            Ebony fluid rolls inside the glass container. In his hand, Chris rolls the bottle gentle by the neck, watching the ichor inside sway heavy like pitch dark syrup. He didn’t hold it long; Just that one bottle was worth more than he really thought it could ever live up to. The main attraction to this specific bottle over the usual stuff was its appearance. The bottle was this fancy older style, circular with a broad neck with lips that laid over lime an umbrella, creating a comfortable place for the fingers to rest. The body was decorated with a grizzly cartoon skull and crossbones.

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Dungeons and Goo-Dragons (Queen’s Grace One Off)

Dungeons and Goo-Dragons

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       The temple door was desecrated in a layer of a thick drooling substance. The strange fluid wasn’t too runny, thick mucus like slimes only ran with the mind to expand and retain rather than some mindless existence. Mandy really, really didn’t think this was a good idea. The job was supposed to be easy. It had a low difficult wager according to the contract handler, it came from a trusted group as well. The datyr people were rarely in need of mercenary help themselves, but they were often the mouth for the jobs needed by the various peoples who traveled through their cities and outposts or came seeking the faith of the fertility nature goddess Dewdona. Any race protected by the one of The Dragon Princesses was pretty trust worthy and not likely to send a spoof job to trick well geared adventurers into getting jumped and dropping their trinkets of various origins and values for quick payout.

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Last Clutch of Reality

The power outage killed her phone. Tessa tugged herself out of bed with that lethargic rising like the world was being repainted for you as you woke. As it all loaded into being, Tessa became aware that she wasn’t awakened to the dulcet tones of a song called Wake Up You’re Dying, a song that starts with what can only be described as a ‘thrash against reality.’ That made her nervous as she walked out into her drab and dark apartment with wood floors cold against her bare feet.

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Unearthed Corruption

            Gloria lifted her skirt and scurried over to push her bare loins against the metal device. The lass looked a wee bit nervous at what was going on, but she had volunteered for giving her scientist friend a helping hand. Professor Penelope was running her hands through her clipboard papers, positioned at a “runaway safely but stand reassuringly” distance away from Gloria who stood conjoined to the strange machine.

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