Prompt: Love is discovered to be a limited/nonrenewable resource.
Tobias had to wait for the tours to be over, and he had to wait for everybody else to leave. That was more difficult than it sounded, because he worked at the Valentimber love processing facility. Those lucky enough to work there never wanted to go home, just like the tourists never wanted to leave. Sometimes people finished a tour, looped around the front of the building, and bought another ticket. Continue reading
I do not grant you permission to see this lightly, but I tire of your begging and pleading. I have real work to do. If you want to waste your time, go ahead; I won’t stop you. I guess you’ve proven I can’t anyway.
Put it back when you’re done, as if nobody ever touched it. Continue reading
The saddle topped the newest gross of garbage funneled out of Fernico’s mansion like a flake of chocolate grated onto red velvet cake. Dogwood reached down and pulled the red chunks of a destroyed carpet off it. When held up in the day’s dying light, the saddle’s rare markings betrayed its true purpose. The ordinary brown leather gave way to a pewter rim imprinted with inward facing blue triangles, designed to trap a certain type of magic like bear trap teeth. A ghost saddle, he thought. Should fetch at least four gold and six silver. Continue reading