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“Bix, this story is about the world ending by another means besides the plague,” Tawni explained before she began to read. “I liked how this started, but it’s sort of fizzled out for the time being. I might come back to it someday.” “I can’t wait to hear it,” Bix replied. Tawni grinned, and she read aloud. * Hidden in frozen darkness beneath the silver bosom of an ancient glacier, a light shined with its own power. Buried deep under the ice, the glow radiated with a luminesc -
It was a morning like any other morning. The city of Stonespire was still quiet, but the sun was beginning to awaken the inhabitants of the island. A girl named Orial, who lived at the edge of the Oceanside neighborhood and made her living by selling articles of clothes she knitted by hand, was startled when she woke up on this particular morning. She had risen from her bed and was approaching the water closet in her tiny apartment, when her eyes were drawn to and locked on something by he
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Bix was anxiously awaiting Tawni’s return home. She was on the rooftop where Tawni had prepared the fish the pair had caught together. The stars were beginning to flicker to life above Bix’s head, but she was staring down at the dark city streets. Tawni had been gone for over six hours. “Why’s it taking so long?” Bix grumbled to no one. “Where are you, Tawni?” Bix had been alone through the afternoon’s storm, and despite the pangs of hunger that were twinging in her stomach, sh
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Just as the dinner rush was kicking off at the outreach center, a few folks from a neighborhood bakery turned up and made a large donation of rolls. The additional food allowed even more of the region’s inhabitants to be fed, and over the course of the late afternoon and early evening, Tawni, Bix, Pan Cakes, Yoru, and Celestial Openings served hearty meals to many people who were in need. By the time the sun was setting over the island of Stonespire, the entire huge pot of chili was gone, and ev
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“Bix and Tawni, what are you doing here?!” To the young women’s surprise, as they entered the outreach center’s kitchen with Yoru, Pan Cakes greeted them. “I ran across these two in the street,” Yoru replied as she and Pan exchanged air kisses. “How do you two know each other?” Bix asked the pair. “Yoru and I are part of the same drag family,” Pan explained, “and our grandsire lives over here and runs this shelter.” “I help out regularly,” Yoru stated, setting her sack o
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Tawni and Bix came running up to Chef Zed in the street on his way to open his restaurant for the day. “Why, good morning, ladies!” he declared. “Hi, Chef,” Bix replied. “Hello, Chef Zed,” Tawni added. He spotted her glittery polish. “Nice nails!” Tawni’s expressive face broke with a beaming smile as she stared down at her hands and feet. “I love them! Bix painted them for me this morning.” “Gorgeous! And you know,” the big fellow commented as the trio began to m
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The two women made it back to Tawni’s building in the darkness. They ascended the retractable ladder and entered. Their fingers were interlaced as they walked along the hallway that led to Tawni’s room overlooking the shallows. “Bix,” Tawni breathed in a libidinous whisper as the pair stepped inside. They kissed. Bix was still naked, and she had dried off in the time it took to walk back to Tawni’s building. Tawni was dressed, but she was still damp. The women’s arms we
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The drag kings of Mermaid’s Throne performed late into the night, and Tawni was grateful that she had not been made to get onstage, like Miles Tone had teased earlier in the evening. It was very dark with only a crescent moon as the group of seven made their way to Gray’s Beach. Miles had hooked arms with Cristyl, and they were leading the way. Alotta Cox was behind them, and he was arm in arm with Cobalt Steel on one side and Woody Ramrod on the other. Harry Manback was the only person Ta
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“Give it up,” the emcee demanded of the crowd, “one more time for Harry Manback and Alotta Cox!” Tawni and Bix added their cheers with the gathered audience. “Weren’t they delicious?!” the woman on the stage continued. She smacked her purple lips. “Up next, please welcome a beast who needs no introduction, Mister Mystery!” Behind Tawni, Bix, Miles, and Cristyl, two more clown-costumed people appeared and distracted them from what was happening onstage. “Hey there, dudes!” on
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“Miles Tone, you goblin!” “A goodest of evenings to you, Cristyl!” Tawni and Bix were stepping up to the wide double doors of Mermaid’s Throne just as a pair of costumed individuals approached the front of the club from a side street. “You’re looking fancy,” declared a woman dressed as a human crystal as she hugged a very kinky clown. “Yes indeedeedoo! And you are glitterolicious!” the clown replied. He was wearing a fake handlebar mustache. Tawni and Bix were staring
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Tawni and Bix had barely spoken since leaving the corpses of the two Kentonworth guards. They had been zigzagging through the city streets for over two hours to make sure they were not followed again, and they finally made it back to the alleyway where the retractable ladder was hidden that granted access to the home Tawni had made for herself. “Tawni, what on Earth was all that?!” Bix hissed through her teeth once they were hidden in the space between the buildings. Tawni took a breat
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It was late evening, and the city streets of Stonespire were darkening in the fading light of the setting sun. Tawni was alone, and she was approaching the Kentonworth estate. Her hands were balled in fists. An enormous guardsman was standing out front. He scowled at the scrawny young woman as she stepped up to him, but he shifted out of her way. Tawni pulled open the front door, and Duke Kentonworth’s voice came from his study. “I thought you might turn up tonight!” he cal
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Chapter 24 - Pan Cakes
Adam Andrews Johnson commented on Adam Andrews Johnson's story chapter in Chapter 24 - Pan Cakes
My mothers likes to tell this story of a very young me, asking her how old she was, and upon hearing that she was something like 35, I declared exactly what Tawni said, "Wow, that's old," and my mother was never the same again haha -
While Tawni and Bix were at the former bookstore during that afternoon’s storm, they had read through several very childish ABC books, including another amusing reread of The ABCs of Death. Once the rain ended, they headed out to the Alphabet District and snagged a snack from Chef Zed. They were now back at the pleasure dungeon with Pan Cakes. The two young women were the kinky club’s first guests of the night, but they were alone with the drag queen in the AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY hallwa
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“The ABCs of Death,” Tawni read, pointing at the letters on the cover again. She opened to the quirky first page. A is for axe. Above the printed letters was a cartoony drawing of a battleaxe with its blade half-buried in a warrior’s helmet. “At least there’s no head in the helmet,” Tawni said. “So that’s an A?” Bix asked, indicating the oversized letter. “It is,” Tawni replied with a smile. “How many letters are there?” Tawni looked at the ot
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Tawni closed her green and purple notebook. Bix’s mouth was agape. “How are you so clever and brilliant?” She was gawking at Tawni. Tawni let out a dismissive laugh. “I don’t think I’m brilliant. It’s like I said, the characters or story comes into my mind and just starts spinning until I write it down.” “Did you write that whole story perfectly on the first try?” “Oh, no!” Tawni shook her head and frowned. “I edited versions of this many times. I really like the process of e
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“This is a short story called Trapped in the Harbor,” Tawni stated. “I wrote it to be part of a much bigger story I had written a while before, but this short story didn’t really fit into the book as I’d written it.” “So there’s a lot more to this story?” Bix asked. “Yes and no,” Tawni replied, “this short story is part of a bigger world, but it’s pretty complete on its own.” “I can’t wait to hear it!” Bix declared, and she fell into rapt and wide-eyed silence. Tawni giggled.
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Chapter 20 - Fish
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You are absolutely right about that! -
Chapter 20 - Fish
Adam Andrews Johnson commented on Adam Andrews Johnson's story chapter in Chapter 20 - Fish
These two have so much more to learn... -
The two women felt groggy from their restless night. They planted themselves side by side on the couch and looked out the huge window at the shallows. The pair sat very close together, holding each other as the sun rose in the east. “Do you still love me?” Tawni asked at barely a breath. Bix turned to her and kissed her cheek very hard, keeping her lips against Tawni’s jawline as she whispered, “Yes, Tawni, I am in love with you. And Tawni,” Bix added, pulling away to stare into Tawni
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Dawn was still hours away. “Tawni!” Bix cried out as she spotted the skinny woman returning to her home through the darkness. Bix rushed from Tawni’s bedroom to the hallway that led to the ladder on the exterior of the building, and a moment later, Tawni appeared. “What did you do?!” Bix squawked, seeing the many twenty-dollar bills in Tawni’s hands. “Oh Tawni,” she added miserably, “you did!” Tawni was confused. “This is five-hundred dollars, Bix, five-hundred dollars!”
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The darkness was deep as Tawni made her way through the Stonespire city streets. She knew exactly where the Kentonworth family manor was located. It was a large and decorative house that sat on the mountain’s slope overlooking the neighborhood where she lived. It took her less than thirty minutes to reach the steep path that led to the front gate. The woman who had delivered the message in the town square was standing guard out front. “I’m here to see Family Kentonworth,” Tawni stated, but
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What Tawni and Bix saw through the window was not what either of them had been expecting. “There usually aren’t people down there,” Tawni stated, “not like this.” The two women were in an old bar that had been run by the distillery before the plague. The cracked leather of the booths was red, and the walls were dark wood. The pair was stealthily peering out one of the second-story windows from behind heavy burgundy drapes. The pathetic town square Bix had checked that morning wi
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As Tawni led Bix down toward ground level again, she asked, “What do you feel like eating for supper? I’ve got some salted fish, sauerkraut, spicy kimchi with seaweed and shrimp. I’ve also got a small chunk left from a loaf of bread that I made last week, but it may be getting stale.” Bix drew Tawni’s hand up to her lips, and she kissed her knuckles. “Anything sounds good with you.” She gave Tawni a sideways look. “You know, it kind of feels like we went through a role-reversal for a while
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Bix rushed to the restaurant’s door, and although she desperately wanted to wrap her arms around Tawni, she hesitated. “I thought you left me,” she said in a quavering voice, mentally kicking herself for not immediately telling Tawni she was wildly in love with her. “I had to,” Tawni replied. “I couldn’t let those nobles get you.” Her injured hand was wrapped in a fresh bandage, and Bix took Tawni’s good one, leading her out into the evening streets. The cracked and broken aspha
