An immortal runs a business off of being "killed". One day, he gets an appointment from someone who simply wants to get to know him better.
Literally band fiction. I haven't found any good marching band-centric stories, so I decided to write one.
A poem about not recognizing yourself. Alternatively, about having haunted mirrors.
Sonatina's biology classmate, Anitra, recruits her into a cult where members watch volunteers kiss behind a two-way mirror.
Every summer, Peterkin G. Saemon and Ralph Blimerance spend the summer touring across the country with their respective parents, Sybil Saemon and Dorian Blimerance—the two most powerful circus magicians to ever live (in that order, Sybil would proudly boast). With their great power, Ringmasters Sybil and Dorian run the world-renowned Miracle Circus all by themselves: the tickets, the concessions, the games, the tents, but most importantly, the Big Top show that ends the night with a guarantee for the impossible, the fantastic, and the miraculous. But Peterkin is bored of perfection. He can’t find excitement in a perfect world of where everything is colored within the lines, no matter how glorious the colors may be.
In his twelfth-and-a-halfth summer, Peterkin decides to sabotage Miracle Circus’ first show of the season, just for a brief moment. That moment is the first time Miracle Circus had ever been thwarted. Impossible, fantastic, miraculous—Sybil and Dorian realize they had been out-miracled in their own Big Top and come to the conclusion that there are still witches remaining. They stage an audition as a facade for a witch-hunt, not knowing that the witch they are hunting is none other than Sybil’s own son.
Yeah you can tell this story is my baby because I actually took the time to write out a proper synopsis.