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    Hover & Sound – Chapter 5 (Eddie)

    Now he had to go back to school. It was an imperative marching in the back of his mind: Go to school. Hire a detective. Find Alma.   If only Viggo hadn’t told him they had a new lead, he could stay home and sit next to him while they played piano. They could explore music together, explore…life…together.    But he had to find Alma. Some things were rules that governed the soul, and that was one of them. His sister had died years ago, before his far even got sick. They knew she was alive, but she’d been impossible to track down. Now…something had changed. Eddie intended to find…

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    Hover & Sound – Chapter 4 (VJ)

    “VJ.” Giani’s voice pierced through VJ’s day dreams. VJ looked up from his phone. “What?” Giani came and sat beside him. His body sunk through the couch and he rubbed his head, which was sitting a few inches out of the cushion. “Oops.” VJ Laughed. “Oops? You just figured out you’re a ghost?”  “Edvard told you about Riley and Alma, didn’t he?” VJ nodded. “Ja.” “The truth is…” VJ took slow breaths. He’s messing with you. What if he wasn’t? Giani’s pause for dramatic effect lasted too long. Finally, he said with a sigh. “He was telling the truth. We have word from a school, many arrived all at once,…

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    Hover & Sound – Chapter 3 (Eddie)

      Eddie stared out at the green fields, trying to process that Jace — who was too young to have wanted anything close to death, or even understood what dying really meant — had tried to die.   “A few months ago,” Jace said. He shrugged and ran his hand through his hair. “It was stupid.”   “Jace!” How would Jace dying help Gemma?   Why did Eddie think it was Jace’s job to help Gemma?   Eddie put his face in his hands. Jace was allowed to want to die. His life was hard. But that didn’t mean it was a good idea to want to die.    Eddie…

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    Hover & Sound – Chapter 2 (VJ)

    VJ was out of his mind with indecision. The last summer before Eddie’s last year of school was almost over and VJ hadn’t said anything to him. By anything, he didn’t mean it literally. He meant he hadn’t told Eddie how he felt. He hadn’t told Eddie that at some point in the past decade or so he’d fallen in love with him, fallen so madly in love and the only reason he hadn’t crossed the line was because they were family — or supposed to be at least — and what if they broke up? VJ paced the halls of Falkhus. It didn’t help that Eddie was gone all…

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    Hover & Sound – Chapter 1 (Eddie)

    If you would like to read the two prologues that will be published alongside Hover & Sound’s core content, please check out the links below: Prologue 1 (Edvard Sr.) Journey of an Undone Man, [Supposedly] Spooky Stories, 2020 Prologue 2 (VJ) [Supposedly] Sappy Stories, 2021 – Present day   Falkhus was magical any season of the year. Set into the grasslands east of the strand, the ancient stone fortress boasted more hiding spots and odd corners than any game of seek-and-find could accommodate.    The stone was age-blackened and stood out against the surrounding green fields. In the summer, vibrant pink magnolias bloomed along the causeway that stretched across the lake. During…

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    2021 [Supposedly] Sappy Stories

    This year we wrote a TON of [Supposedly] Sappy Stories! If you read them and vote for your favorite(s), before March 1st, then we’ll turn the most voted for story into a full length novel. In other news, Paper Princess has just gotten back from the editor and we are aiming for a spring release! Until then, we hope you enjoy these free stories: 2021 [Supposedly] Sappy Lineup Snow Bait (Isolde) To Earn My Keep (Jill) Cooking with Carrot & Grape (Ely) Inescapable (Acheron) Wingspan (Eshne) Twisted Luck (Corban) Starlight (Khale) Cubism (Ed) Farm & Gaurden (Oisin) Laety & The Half Life (Laety) Driftwood (Tala & Nell) Love & Logistics…

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    Vent(s)

    It was Sendvish — middle of the week, no mentionable anything tying that day to anything else, and it was after school. It was because of those key factors that Nim chose that day to sneak into the boys dorm room. She used the vents. Most people tried to break in by asking a Wiccan for an appearance or invisibility spell, by using a glamour, or by transforming somehow. The problem with the vents was that they were slick. The metal curved upward and the seams, forged by dwarves, were as close to non-existence as possible. This is where magic came into play. Nim used sticky Undine scales, a trademark…

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    The Bridge Home

    It was a starlit morning. As the sun rose from deep beneath the eastern mountains, Rylena made her way through the pixie village. Each morning she checked on those who came down from their treehouses to greet her, to greet the day.   She looked up at the stars as she felt Konrad’s mind awaken. Good morning my love, she greeted him. Good morning, Konrad replied — their minds linked by thought. Rylena stopped at a booth with fresh pink fruits filled with juice. She offered a coin to a young girl who sat behind the basket. The girl took the coin and offered her a large plump fruit. “Thank you,”…

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    Fountain of Light

      Ach froze in place just outside the barn door. He’d spent the last hour or so in a casual search for Nell, but hadn’t found him yet. It was likely he worked somewhere in the back of his massive animal barn.   If he went inside, Nell would see him, and he’d blush and forget how to think. The whole world would spin, grounded in Nell like he was Ach’s anchor in raging seas. He was Ach’s anchor, even in calm seas (which they usually weren’t because there were so many people in this place and Ach didn’t know most of them).   But.   If he didn’t go…

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    The Chess Box

    As a connoisseur of words, Drey favored precise language whenever possible. This day, this sentiment, these last moments bound heart-to-heart with the love of his life; this was bittersweet.   They pressed their foreheads together, hands at the nape of each other’s necks, and said a final goodbye. They would live in the same home and continue to raise their children together, but the twining of their minds would unravel as—   Drey gasped, as his love severed the connection. He’d anticipated something gentle, an unfurling of their essences into distinct beings once again, but all he felt was profound silence, absence.   Nell was gone.   Drey choked back…