This story has slowly grown and begun to sprawl through the course of multiple prompters inspiring additions. It's a story of Rogue and Bobby and Rogue and Remy, illusions and pretensions and, of course, some heartbreaking realities.
She remembers her vows. She remembers dancing.
He hadn't been there for so many of the things they had planned together. Did you see Alaska? Were you pregnant? Did you conquer your powers?
No, no, no. All pain and wounded answers, but trying to be brave. Continue reading
It should have been the best news of her life. Instead Rogue stared at the phone, in a potent mix of fear and dread, trying desperately to comprehend what she was hearing.
He pretends he hasn't been exiled from his wife for the last ten years. She pretends her husband hasn't been in a coma for the last seven.
From in_the_blue:
The Big Read reckons that the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books they’ve printed.
1.) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2.) Italicize those you intend to read.
3.) Underline those you LOVE.
4.) Put an asterisk next to the books you’d rather shove hot pokers in your eyes than read.
And my own addition:
5.) Strikethrough those you tried to read and put down.
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This is the post I have been waiting for. Marie Brennan, in a guest post on Jim Hine's journal, encapsulated beautifully so many of the things I have wrestled with about my own fiction recently. My good friend, Rabia, asked me to write a post for her a while back that ended up being about flash fiction, but it was supposed to be about writing myth.
This is that post she asked for.
Tea and Ficlets is clearly turning into Tea and Short Stories!
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