“The winner of the auction must promise to allow Devi to go home through the portal as soon as they figure out how the cabinet works.”

Zindla liked having a little girl around, even if she was older than she looked, and used to be a boy. Seeing her cousins and other children who lived in the neighborhood, she’d sometimes regretted being an only child, and now she felt like she almost knew what it was like to have a little sister. Devi was so enthusiastic and curious about everything; having her around was like seeing everything for the first time.

The Prophet

By Jasmine Monica

Chapter 19
Serininas true nature really begins to show in this chapter

“Do you want me to show you how to sew?” Pasyala asked. “Or has your mother already shown you?”

 

“No,” Devi said at first. “Girls do sewing and knitting and stuff.” But then he reflected: People go into other worlds to learn valuable lessons and have adventures and stuff. The portal made me a girl, so maybe it wants me to learn about girl stuff before it will let me go home and be a boy again? “I guess I’m a girl now, so I can learn how to sew and stuff.”

A Fragment of Something
By Ellie Dauber © 2020

I had this idea of a scene. This was a definite gargoyle, something that had to be written.

Only I don’t know what came before or after. As an experiment, I’m posting it that way. You tell me what happened. I may even write out the best notion.

And list the person(s) whose idea(s) I use as co-author(s).

A Fragment of Something
By Ellie Dauber © 2020

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Sarinina finds Helena and they return to Troy with a few surprises.

“Odd, though. You don’t look like you have a transformation spell on you. Or any kind of spell, really. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a transformation, but I think I’d recognize it. Must be some kind I’m not familiar with.”

Member of the Wedding
By Ellie Dauber © 2020

When Sam Hanson tries to stop Cathy Fletcher from marrying his brother, she comes up with an interesting solution.

The moonlight from the window was falling directly on the gateway in the mural. But he couldn’t see the road and horse and buggy and the distant hills. Instead, he saw — a chair. A high-backed wooden chair, with red velvet cushions on the back and seat and arms, and to the left of that, part of what looked like a sofa or armchair.

The Prophet

Serininas begins to reveal her grand plan to contront her sister and reclaim what was taken from her. Some have serious questions about her plan