The Peninsula

The Fiction and Poetry Archive of Liana Mir and scribblemyname

Cold Winter

Sep
13
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Stranger in the Storm

Aug
18

Winter

It was early evening at the great Summer Court, but it was storming outside and already quite dark. The lanterns and chandeliers had already been lit, and there were those who shivered when standing near any of the great windows of the royal hall. It had been winter for a very long time.

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world in the peephole

Sep
24

She found the world in the peephole the day after the mailman dropped the flowers off for Mother. Mother sniffed the carnations—“Pretty,” she said—then sighed and sent them back.

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