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Reach for the Skies, Chapter 3

The rest of the flight was relatively uneventful, thank God. She streamed up and down the aisle, answering calls from troubled passengers, shaking her gloved palm into a rubbery bag to catch the trash from the drink service, keeping her head on a literal swivel to defuse lingering tensions. By the time the pilot started their descent, she felt like she had been put through the wringer, literally (ugh; more academy memories). As she plopped down in her jump seat, hard enough that she her pneumatic ass rebounded a little, a furtive, pale face peeked back at her from 30D. Lucille gave a tired wave, and the face flitted out of sight. “Someone’s got a bad case of hero worship,” snarked Kevin as he buckled himself in. Lucille rolled her eyes, blushing. “It comes with the territory.” He tossed a pointed look at her jumpsuit pocket. “Plan on throwing that out?” “Later,” she replied, coolly. He pursed his lips and looked away, with the same glazed, tired expression she had seen that

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Literature

Reach for the Skies, Chapter 3

The rest of the flight was relatively uneventful, thank God. She streamed up and down the aisle, answering calls from troubled passengers, shaking her gloved palm into a rubbery bag to catch the trash from the drink service, keeping her head on a literal swivel to defuse lingering tensions. By the time the pilot started their descent, she felt like she had been put through the wringer, literally (ugh; more academy memories). As she plopped down in her jump seat, hard enough that she her pneumatic ass rebounded a little, a furtive, pale face peeked back at her from 30D. Lucille gave a tired wave, and the face flitted out of sight. “Someone’s got a bad case of hero worship,” snarked Kevin as he buckled himself in. Lucille rolled her eyes, blushing. “It comes with the territory.” He tossed a pointed look at her jumpsuit pocket. “Plan on throwing that out?” “Later,” she replied, coolly. He pursed his lips and looked away, with the same glazed, tired expression she had seen that

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Belle's New Look, by WunderChivo

Gum Belle

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Literature

Long Anne, Chapter 1

Anne Longford sat on the edge of London Bridge, rolled up her sleeves, and drew her knees up to her chest. The sun was setting, and it shed a rippling, yellow light across the Thames. To Anne, it looked like it was drowning. A drowning sun that bled gold. This was her favorite spot. There were no customers yelling at her, no smoke in her eyes, and no thoughts but her own. But the real reason she went here was to see the great merchant ships, the ones from the New World. They lay before her on the river now, five or six abreast, scattering the sparkling water with their bulk. In between, she could make out the smaller craft, the nimble boats

Long Anne

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Literature

Miss Twist: Prologue

East Berlin, December 14th, 1965. 8:30 PM It was snowing on the wrong side of the Berlin Wall. The woman in black burrowed deeper into her coat and rubbed her hands together beneath her fur hand muff. It couldn't be warmer then fifteen degrees Fahrenheit, and the harsh, blustery wind made her face numb and stiff. No wonder the lovely lads in the press department called this the Cold War. She turned down a narrow, dingy alley, her boot-heels clicking briskly on the cobbles. Something vaguely human was huddled beneath a pile of white-dusted rubbish. She made the effort not to look too closely at it. She couldn't afford pity. She was on the c

Miss Twist

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Miscellaneous Stretchy Stories

11 deviations
Literature

Mad Doc Hollywood

The thunderstorm is a thing alive. No matter what anyone else tells you, you will always believe that. The black clouds slither across the sky, lit from within by shrouded dynamos, damning the world with the cries of gods, bruising it with hail, stabbing it with electric prongs. In time, it will spend itself striving to wear and blast away what it cannot reach. But, for now, it reigns supreme, wild stallion of the night, and only you and the Master have the courage to put a bridle between its teeth and ride. He stands, tall and regal, before the operating table and its sheet-shrouded patient, a bastion of reason against the blind fury of n

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Malifaux - Dr. Ramos

Miniatures

75 deviations
Literature

Literature Editor Test

Gale was perusing La Trattoria Nuova’s wine list when her sister stepped into the restaurant, looking like lost puppy wearing H&M. The maître d’ kept Jill at arm’s length as he led her to their table, casting the occasional suspicious glance as if he was worried she would escape and start rummaging for free food in the back dumpster. Gale forced a smile. “Hey, Jilly-bean,” “Stop calling me that,” Jill muttered, rubbing her arms. “We’re not in grade school anymore.” As she sat down, her eyes settled on Gale’s face. “You look…” “Normal?” Jill blushed. “A lot better than last time.” Gale smirked. “I’ve gotten a lot better at hiding it, that’s all.” She patted her Veronica Lake-styled red wig. “And I get to experiment every day.” She leaned forward, inspecting her sister. “But enough about me. Your skin’s cleared up, those bangs are adorable, and you finally lost that baby fat I always teased you about. I bet you’ve got washboard abs under that dress.” She sat back, satisfied. “You

Scraps

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