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The Outcast Vigil.

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~ Julian ~

The heavy brass knocker on the townhouse door slammed twice. The sharp sound echoed through the small, empty hallway and made my teeth ache. I set my warm glass of water down on the cheap wooden coffee table. Newspaper clippings covered every inch of the dark wood. My shoes made a dull thud against the thin carpet as I walked to the front door and pulled it open.

A young courier stood on the narrow stone porch. He wore a yellow rain vest and held a flat cardboard envelope in his glo
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  • The Plus-Sized Bride No One Wanted: Too Fat to Love    Under The Canopy Of Stars.

    ~ Ethan ~A loud snap echoed from the dark trees near the water, and I stepped right in front of Ivy. My hand went to my coat pocket, my fingers wrapping around my heavy metal flashlight. I pushed the button, and a bright white beam cut through the dark bushes along the edge of the Knight Manor lake. Two brown deer froze in the light, their wide eyes shining back at us before they bounded away into the thick woods.I let out a long breath, and my shoulders dropped an inch. Behind me, Ivy gripped the back of my wool coat, her knuckles pressing firmly against my spine. "Just deer," I said, turning around to face her. "We are completely alone out here."Ivy slowly opened her fingers, letting go of my coat. She looked toward the dark trees, her chest rising and falling fast under her thick cream sweater. Even after weeks of peace, the warehouse at the Old Docks still followed us into the quiet. "My pulse jumped," she said, rubbing her palms together to warm them in the night air. "I he

  • The Plus-Sized Bride No One Wanted: Too Fat to Love    The Outcast Vigil.

    ~ Julian ~The heavy brass knocker on the townhouse door slammed twice. The sharp sound echoed through the small, empty hallway and made my teeth ache. I set my warm glass of water down on the cheap wooden coffee table. Newspaper clippings covered every inch of the dark wood. My shoes made a dull thud against the thin carpet as I walked to the front door and pulled it open. A young courier stood on the narrow stone porch. He wore a yellow rain vest and held a flat cardboard envelope in his gloved hand. He chewed his gum with his mouth open and looked past my shoulder into the dim room. "Delivery for Julian Vance," the kid said. He held out a black plastic board with a pen tied to it by a string. "Sign on the bottom line.""Who sent it?" I asked. My voice sounded rough, like dry leaves scraping across concrete."Return address says Riverside Arts Quarter," he said, tapping the plastic board with a dirty fingernail. "The Phoenix Foundation. Just sign the box, mister. I have ten more st

  • The Plus-Sized Bride No One Wanted: Too Fat to Love    The Knight's Gallery Initiative.

    ~ Ivy ~The delivery crate sat on my new glass worktable like an unexploded bomb. A junior clerk from the county bankruptcy trustee had dropped it off ten minutes ago. Across the top was a red liquidation stamp: MONROE RESIDENTIAL ASSETS — UNCLAIMED LOT 4. "Do you want me to throw it straight into the incinerator chute?" Maya asked, crossing her arms over her paint-splattered denim apron. She stepped close, setting down a thick stack of artist portfolio folders. "You do not have to look inside that box, Ivy.""No," I answered, wiping a smear of raw umber from my wrist with a dry cotton rag. "Leave it on the table, Maya. If I run from a cardboard box, I am still letting them scare me.""Your call," Maya said, her pink hair bobbing as she pulled out the first blue folder. "We have twenty-two applications from the South District community center alone. Four painters, six sculptors, and a dozen girls who just need a clean room with natural light so their families will stop telling them th

  • The Plus-Sized Bride No One Wanted: Too Fat to Love    After The Avalanche.

    ~ Ivy ~The white gauze came away with a sharp tug, and Ethan’s breath hissed between his teeth. His knuckles turned white against the wooden arms of the wicker chair. A dark line of dried blood stuck to the edge of the cotton pad, right over the jagged pink mark below his collarbone. The bullet hole was closing, but the skin around the stitches remained angry and swollen."Stop moving," I said, holding a fresh bottle of brown iodine in my left hand. "I am completely still," Ethan replied, his voice strained. "Your shoulders are up by your ears.""That happens when someone pulls tape off my chest.""The tape holds the bandage on, Dr. Knight.""I am aware of how bandages work, Miss Monroe." "Then sit still and let me clean the wound."I pressed the damp cotton swab against the raw skin. Ethan flinched, his jaw locking tight, but he kept his hands flat on his knees. The sharp, bitter smell of antiseptic filled the warm conservatory, mixing with the sweet scent of the orange blossoms by

  • The Plus-Sized Bride No One Wanted: Too Fat to Love    Standing By His Side.

    ~ Ivy ~ The heavy door banged against the wooden wall, and the plastic tray in my hands jumped. "Ethan, stop moving!" I yelled, rushing across the room. Ethan had both legs over the edge of the mattress. His bare feet hovered two inches above the braided rug. His face looked white as chalk. A tight white bandage wrapped around his right shoulder and upper ribs, pinning his right arm against his side. A thin red line seeped through the white gauze just below his collarbone. "I am only trying to reach the bathroom, Ivy," Ethan said. His voice sounded like dry gravel scraping together. He tried to push himself up with his left arm, but his elbow shook hard. I dropped the tray onto the bedside table. Two small white pills and a glass of water rattled against the wood. I planted both of my feet on the floor, slid my hands under his left arm, and shoved his chest straight back against the pillows. "You took a bullet six days ago," I said, leaning over him so he had to look right at me. "

  • The Plus-Sized Bride No One Wanted: Too Fat to Love    The Webb Breaks.

    ~ Chloe ~Rain lashes against the metal roof of the hangar with the force of thrown gravel. The smell of burning jet fuel burns the back of my throat. Out on the wet tarmac, the twin engines of the private jet roar, their heat rippling through the cold night mist. The cabin door hangs open, a small rectangle of bright yellow light waiting for me. Safety sits right up those narrow metal stairs. Freedom waits across the ocean.My soaked leather travel bag cuts into my shoulder. Water drips from my tangled hair, running down my neck and soaking into the collar of my designer coat. Mud cakes my expensive boots. My hands shake, cold and slick with rain, as I pull the hood over my eyes."Hurry up, Chloe!" my father shouts over the screaming turbines.Thomas Bennett stands at the base of the plane stairs, clutching a black leather briefcase against his chest. His gray hair sticks flat to his forehead. His face looks pale and hollow under the hangar floodlights. He taps the gold face of his w

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