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The Mist
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Ongoing, First published Sep 19, 2019
Zoe- your typical college student, her lavander hair in a pixy cut was the only thing out of the ordinary, for now.

As Zoe ran her normal forest route, she encounters a mysterious man and some new ways of life. She leaves her world and enters a mesmerizing swirl of color before falling on her butt in the middle of a cloudy forest.
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Harlowe didn't mean to fall in love with Zoe- but when does anyone ever mean to fall in love? Somewhere between the costumes, and the dances, and the little touches backstage, Harlowe had let herself slip. Zoe was an older girl, with her portrait in pink feathers and pearls stretch across the outside of the club, but she never bit her tongue. She told Harlowe she was pretty and talented- she told Harlowe she was special- and after long enough Harlowe started believing her. Zoe could convince Harlowe to do anything. That's how everything changed. * * * "Why did you leave Saturday?" Zoe asked suddenly, her voice still warm and sedated like her body in Harlowe's lap. Harlowe chewed her bottom lip. She didn't like lying, but she was good at half truths. "My mom was blowing up my phone. She grounded me." She watched Zoe's features twist into something unpleasant, and Harlowe ran a finger over her cheek in vain, trying to smooth her frown. "You're eighteen." Zoe reasoned. Harlowe shrugged though. "I'm also trying not to get kicked out." "That's not fun." Zoe hummed after a minute, closing her eyes to savour the feeling of Harlowe's fingers twisting through her hair and the rain splattering at their toes.