The Hidden Mall: Blood, Thicker Than

There was blood everywhere.  Abigail fell down onto the floor and yanked off her cardigan, wrapping it around her ankle quickly.  Too late, she realized she’d let go of both Livs.

“Liv-” she called, but the dirty one was chasing after the clean one, leaving a trail of blood behind her, too.

Somewhere in her bag she had something better for this than a sweater she’d actually been fond of.  She dug through her bag one-handed, holding pressure on the wound with the other hand.  There.  The scarf wasn’t the best thing, but that and the Kleenex and she had a bandage of sorts.   She pressed the Kleenex against the wound until the blood seemed to slow, then checked.

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Side Quest - a Camp NanoWrimo Story - Eighteen: Treason and Heresy

Eighteen: Treason and Heresy

“No!!” The deserter shook his head, more as if to clear a bug from his ear than to negate a thought. “Not for me.  ‘No aid for deserters,’ I know so well.  Do it for the nation, then.”  He pulled a tattered old piece of paper from an inner pocket. No, she realized, vellum.  “Do this and I will lie down, never at peace, but troubling the others no more.”

She took the vellum carefully with just the tips of her fingers.  Next to her, the Diamond Raven was looking at the paper too.

“If this is real-”  He sounded sick.

“Real!  Real and then some!  It is exactly what it looks like and nothing more, I swear it on my honor!”

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Beauty-Beast 24: Home

First: M/m Keeper/Kept
Previous: Shopping

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By the time Shel deposited Ctirad back at the house with a pile of clothing, Ctirad wasn’t particularly sure if he felt more or less like himself than he had in ages.

He felt different, that much was for sure.  His head was swimming.  Shel had gotten him joking, laughing, and relaxed in a way he couldn’t remember ever being.

And now he was back in Timaios’ master suite, waiting for his master to arrive home.

It was like getting off the roller-coaster.  He felt like his legs were swaying under him.  

He knelt down on the floor and tried to find his calm place.  The pants moved strangely with him, and he thought about taking them off.

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Funerary Rites Twenty-One: Home

First: Funeral
Previous: Family

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“Well,” Chitter commented dryly, “that was entertaining.  And entirely unexpected.  Senga, do you have any nice family?”

“No,” Erramun answered for her.  “Mirabella eliminated all the members of Senga’s family that might be considered nice.  Except

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