Crystal was fuming. She paced back and forth beneath the impressive ivy archway, the white stone path behind her leading to the church where her best friend Emily was soon to be married. She faintly heard the choir commence singing, and threw her bouquet to the ground in anger. "How am I supposed to get home now?" she cried out loud, to no one in particular....
A/N: Sorry for taking so long to do Chapter 3 everyone but I've been in college and on top of that was suffering from Writer's block, but I finally managed to finish it. Thanks to those who'd been reading. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter III. Adapting to Earth On Fraidel, burials were either private or public. Royal burials were different. First,...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Please provide feedback, if you choose. All comments appreciated. Prologue: "Mistress Calista's Dungeon" is a new series of stories, by James Lacy, about a rich young Mistress, Calista, that conducts...
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