Tag: short stories
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Seven Tears at High Tide
“It’s a daughter, My Lord. Do come in and give your regards.” Lord Merton’s sweaty hand entered the room first; his head, last. It took him a moment to locate the infant, only half-wrapped in her blanket, still smeared with dried blood, nearly concealed by a veil of the Lady’s hair. Every minute or so…
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The Lady Rona
When I was younger, I hated my Sealskin. I hated the clumsy fins that came with wearing it, hated the fog it cast over my mind. I hated my hatred for it because it was still a body part that I would rather not have lost. Mostly, I hated that I was born with a…
Asyia Gover Poetry & Prose 