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Meeting – Vignette A
From The Solune Prince; most recent draft Alexandre, alone in her little college office and standing over one of the heavy tables, wrote in one of her notebooks. Frustrated, she ended up pushing her silverpoint pencil through the page as she wrote the next word. Fine. She dragged the stylus across until the paper caught […]
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“The Old Ball and Chain”
“The old ball and chain…” “Do you mean a morningstar? Or a medieval flail?” “…You could call her that.”
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Alexandre in Sections (table of contents)
This is a collection of Alexandre Siren/Dirge’s story. This mostly covers her backstory, and each peace is generally in a different style. Enjoy! Raze From the Journals of Anselm Siren Cry in Anger Dirge Chronicle Wraith Hail Artifact Edition Shade the Past Sirens His Old Withered House Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 String Quartet […]
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Vignette: The Solune Prince [Community]
It took a few minutes, but Annissette returned, out of breath, holding an instrument that looked strange to the Solune members of the room. “Here! Here! What do you make of this? Isn’t it similar?” She said, overflowing with energy and joy. It had a long neck and five strands, four doubled, for a total […]
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His Old Withered House (part 3)
(part 1 here) – (part 2 here) III Misery was finding a place in the housethat wasn’t actively being drenched and soaked,and knowing that we only had a few hours before dark to do it.I wishI wish it wasn’t misery, oh—Anslem, look here, this room it is dry, why This little pantry? Will it even […]
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His Old Withered House (part 2)
(part 1 here) II Anselm this place is in ruins!There are holes here and there… Alex, what else can we do now?They said, life isn’t fair… No, II accept that this is all that we have, but why,What are we to do?You asked that I help restore it if I have the strength,And I will, […]
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His Old Withered House (part 1)
I The shuddering wind covers my spirit and covers my skinMonths ago, warm, it would comfort me,But summer has ended Anselm, and our old home is lost.Tell me, tell me of this place we are going, Anz,Why must we leave, leave the city? — You ask why? And about the place we will go?Go to […]
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From the Journals of Anselm Siren
From the logs and journals of Anselm Siren. Recollections and quotations further exacted by aid of Miss Dirge. An Introduction Alexandre Dirge’s mood could change quickly, but usually to one of a similar nature. That is, her tongue would change on a snap from blowtorch to battering ram. Fascinating. It took quite a lot of […]
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Scrap 2
If someone called out to you in pain, would you listen? Because that’s what I do to you and you don’t. What the dead men teach That anger is a form of cry And it is all I know. Alexandre Dirge.
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Leftovers
A few short poems. 1 I can imagine my children asking me, “What’s a penny?”| Then one day we could travel to the United States and see a penny in real life. Because Canada got rid of them years ago. 2 Alexandre,Truly a teeth-first woman,Not quite sharp tongued,Sharp toothed.Black metal teeth, perhaps,The source for that. […]
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Dirge Chronicle
A poem I come from a long line of those deceased, My father, for one, when I was very young, Killed, I am told on some crime leader’s order, By my mother, to save the family…somehow. Just her and I, now. And this crime business. Where has she gone since? Gone like her mind, No […]
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Quartet (v2)
She would rise in the middle of the night on some nights, the long nights, and wander to the window. I only began to notice when I started sleeping as much as she did. I would feel her movement during the lighter portions of my sleep. One night, I woke up and saw her creep […]
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Quartet
[Version 1. 1504 words. Short story.] She would rise in the middle of the night on some nights, the long nights, and wander to the window. I only began to notice when I started sleeping as much as she did. One night we wandered away down the halls. Our house of a decent size for […]
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The Solune Prince: Walk the Earth Alone.
The Solune Prince Novella 1 Chapter 28: Walk the Earth Alone. The Legendary Event was similar to a war, but it is technically to be seen as an invasion. An invasion of giants. They had come over the north wall and directly into Hannibal. They had come because they found the taste of the Solune […]
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The Solune Prince: The Last of Solune Nights
The Solune Prince Novella 1 Chapter 23: The Last of Solune Nights “I said stop fighting—oh. Alice, go help them.” “But my work day is over! I build half this arena.” Alice made a pouty face. Finch laughed on her behalf. Natasha’s gaze was enough. The little Painkind woman ran to help carry the ex-criminal. […]
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The Solune Prince: [Workshop II]
Let us look into the future for a moment, as we did here. He shook her awake frantically. It didn’t matter. He had to know that she hadn’t died or worse. She had died, but she wasn’t dead any more. The romance in her heart wanted to believe that he had brought her to life, […]
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The Solune Prince: The Arena Part3; Civil Raze
The Solune Prince Novella 1 Chapter 22: The Arena Part3; Civil Raze The words missed her comprehension, but she was still able to process other noises; the familiar sound of practice weapons hitting each other. Chloe hadn’t lost consciousness, but she had allowed herself to rest. Right there, on the grass beside the arena. She […]