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March Patreon Story

The March story, “A Bicycle Built for Three,” is available now, exclusively for patrons!

 

Bike on the filed. Active lifestyle

I pull out the last weed and get to my feet, surveying the snap-pea patch with satisfaction. They’re growing well this year; come summer, everyone in town will be able to get a good share of snap peas, even if everyone can’t have them at once. My mouth waters with anticipation as I think of it. As one of the people who actively work the community garden, I’ll get first pick—we’re the first to see what sprouts in the garden, so we’re the first to eat some.

Last night’s rain has made the earth rich and soft, easy to pull out the weeds that threaten our little piece of autonomy. It’s also made me all up and down mud as I worked, but that doesn’t bother me in the slightest. I don’t think my friends and family would even recognize me if I didn’t have, at the very least, dirt caked around my fingernails and smeared on my knees.

I walk over to the compost bin and drop the weeds in, brushing the soil off my hands. When I turn around, I spy a familiar form at the edge of the garden—Jessamyn in her wheels. My cheeks warm as I lift my arm to wave to her, and she rolls forward, navigating deftly along the garden’s paved path.

I take a route slightly diagonal to the path to reach her more quickly, hopping up onto the edge of the stone paving. “Hi, Jessamyn.”

“Hi, Blair.” She grins up at me, her eyes sparkling. “Been digging?”

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February Patreon Story

The February story, “Etchings,” is available now, exclusively for patrons!

Silhouette of women standing back to back on white background

Torra was working, as usual, in the back room, focusing on inserting the gears perfectly so that her new project would work correctly, when she heard voices from the front.

“This is unusual,” said a man’s voice. Torra didn’t know the voice, but she sat up straighter and listened harder—it seemed familiar to her somehow. “Beautiful workmanship.”

“My apprentice,” said Missus Frigta warmly. “A very remarkable young lady. She’s only fourteen, been working for me these two years, but her skills are outstripping mine already.” Torra smiled at Missus Frigta’s praise, though she didn’t believe it.

“A twelve-year-old child, already your apprentice?” The man’s voice, though reedy and hesitant, sent shivers of warmth through Torra. Where had she heard it before? Not in the orphanage, surely, and she had no memories from before it, except–she quashed the thought. She hadn’t met Kandel until they came to the orphanage, so those memories couldn’t be real.

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January Patreon story

The January story, “The Monsters,” is available now, exclusively for patrons!

Bennet’s parents came into her room. She looked up from her comic book and stood. They looked serious, dressed all in gray as they did for raids. She wondered why they were coming to talk to her now. She’d been old enough to stay home alone during raids for a few years now, trusted enough to give the appropriate lies to any police who might come to the door.

Though they hardly ever did.

“Bennet, we have a raid tonight,” her father began.

She gave a short nod. “I know.”

“Well, you’re eighteen,” her mother said. “We think you’re old enough now to come with us. Would you like to?”

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