Cherith's published ficlets
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Doom of the Ides
Beware the Ides of March. It’s too bad that I couldn’t have remembered, or payed attention to the warning sooner. Of course, ...
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The Left Hand
“But, where should I sit?”
“Here child, at my left, of course.” He laughed as he said it, as if this were an old game we pla…
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It always starts the same
It starts out the same everytime.
With that horrible smell. Thick and metallic, and clingy. That’s it, it’s a clingy smell….
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