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A/N: This was inspired by the prompt voted on in my newsletter last month. “Oh please Zav, for heaven’s sake, go change. You’re embarrassing yourself and me by association.” Zav auspiciously flapped his dark cape, letting the hood fall further over his face and obscuring it in shadow. He brandished his scythe, swinging it with
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“I guess talking to you is my price to pay for being on time.” The rat looked unbothered by Ariatty’s disgruntled huffing, slinking around her feet, tail making a small trail through the grim that covered the warehouse floor. “Just goes to show what being punctual does for you in life. Why do I even
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‘Hostess’ is too fancy-sounding a name for what I do… Author Note: ‘Hostess’ is based on a real experience . This story contains mature themes. Laminated paper bends against my washcloth as I wipe down the surface of a menu, placing it down on top of the sixty-three others I’ve just disinfected and reaching for
Koryn Koch 