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The manor is burning down before her eyes. And yet... she isn't sad.

A short story that puts a twist on the American cryptid legend of the moth man, but from the perspective of a teenage boy.

She picked the wrong horse. But, one can't be fussy when running for their life.

Annie is desperate to see to him. But fussy tea roses leave her looking pond useless, unable to contact anyone. And she will not tolerate the dang plant any longer.

This piece is a fan-fiction based on the Chronicles of Narnia series by C. S. Lewis. I always felt like Suzan's arc was never finished. After all, Once a king or queen o...

What if Cinderella had a special request of the fairy godmother? Specifically, trading in the shoes for something more... practical?