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Stories

The Princeless Ride

Fiona Cup was raised in a small suburb in the county of Maricopa. Her favorite pastimes were playing on her computer and hassling her father, though she never called him father. Just, "hey!" "Hey, I'm hungry. Fix me some waffles." "Whatever." "Whatever" is all he ever said to her. "Hey, I'm thirsty. Why isn't my…

Pried from Prejudice

It is a truth seldom acknowledged that a greying gentleman not possessed of a fortune must be in want of a wife. This was brought to light most forcibly in a series of events which began quite innocently: the selection of fabric for Sue Lynn's new dress, and, incidentally (to her father) that for her…

The Big Sweep

It was about eleven in the morning, late autumn, the sun not shining, angry clouds bunching up against the hills. Had on my middling yellow suit, dark green shirt and blue tie. I hadn't had a drink for hours, and it hadn't been much longer since my last shower and shave. To look at me…