Sugar Spun Over Blood

“Ooh, a rowboat!” She trills. You’d have to know her very well to detect the fury hidden behind her air-headed smile. “How romantic!”

A Ghost I Never Was

Mum wrings her hands and frowns at all the hoarded tat like it somehow snuck into her house of its own accord.

Negotiating With A Genie

“Hm.” A pair of glasses appeared on the genie’s nose, and a stack of books poofed into existence around him. “What kind of flight did you have in mind?”

Testing defenceBot27

Current configurations state “acceptable harm: Lethal”. This setting requires confirmation by an administrator level user or above…

A Strange Domestic Bliss

“My love.” Clifford said solemnly. “My muscle-bound pearl. My robust rose. While I would never denigrate your prowess or forceful presence… I have met your mother.”