From the Journal of Olivia Delacroix - Sixth entry.I have yet to share the truth with anyone, even Emma, with whom I have grown closer to than anyone else in my life. It tears at me, keeping secrets, here, where...
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From the Journal of Olivia Delacroix - Fourth entry.The last few days feel like a fever dream born of delirium. Emma claims that I was gone for a span of a week and I have no reason to doubt her...
From the sketchbook of G. McCrossen.Day by day, the desire to be rescued fades. Here, I no longer fear being found out. I feel free. Returning to civilization is far from my mind. Carter tugged insistently on Gavin’s hand as...
From the Journal of Olivia Delacroix - Third entry.It has been, to the best of my knowledge, eight days since I detailed Emma’s discovery of the bright pink fruits which we have taken to calling lustberries. Since that first night...
Butterfly Beach I : The Wreck of the Golden Dove or the Consequences of Unfamiliar Fruit.
"Victorian Explorers are shipwrecked on an uncharted island."
From the Journal of Olivia Delacroix - First entry. It’s been nearly twenty-one days since The Golden Dove was blown off course by a truly malevolent storm. Had it not been for the peerless bravery of our good Captain Harrington...
“Luke?”She’d answered in the midst of the fifth ring, right before her phone went to voicemail, her voice soft and hesitant. I paused, listening carefully as she fought to catch her breath, her breathing shallow and quick, enjoying the moment...
Black girl, brown girl, white girl… A tattoo of rain on the window pane A military drum, fitting in its way You wouldn’t recognize me, Oakland Brass buttons and polished boots The eyes of a soldier Cold and hard...
The name’s Chase. Franklin Roosevelt Chase. I’m a private Dick in Pratchett or Fairyville as the locals call it. It’s not a profession for someone who’s averse to getting a little dirt on them. Suits me perfectly. It doesn’t pay well,...