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A single red heart-shaped balloon with a white spring floats away against a blue sky with a few thin clouds.
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Move Along, Lil’ Doggie

Story 1: Welcome to Saltbush Story 2: Showdown at the Solstice, Part 1 Story 3: Showdown at the Solstice, Part 2 Author’s note: we’re stretching our creative muscles this year. We have a planned quartet, with each of us writing two stories. Together they spin an on-going tale of magic gone awry in a small...

A foggy white double crystal in the approximate shape of a heart
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Story 6: The Ghost and the Espresso Machine

I had to go back to the Lovegood Café. I didn’t want to, but I had to retrieve the Soulmate Stone before I could rage quit—preferably on a busy Friday or Saturday night—and they could all kiss my ass. The only question was, could I act normally now, knowing what I knew? The video I’d...

Story 5: Silver Lining
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Story 5: Silver Lining

**CONTENT WARNING for implications of sexual assault and brief descriptions of blood** I crept through the door to the kitchen. Only a couple prep chefs were here and I had my excuse ready, not that I would dignify them questioning my presence in my place of employment, but I wasn’t exactly known for being on...

Story 4: Love on the Rocks
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Story 4: Love on the Rocks

The things a girl puts up with, and not just for money to pay for essentials like rent and food. While that was a big motivator for my continued employment at the Lovegood Café, it wasn’t the only reason I stuck around. Biding my time. Waiting until I fulfilled my role in this charade, and...

Story 3: A Rosie By Any Other Name
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Story 3: A Rosie By Any Other Name

I wiped down the counter for at least the tenth time. The circular motions were swift, curt, practically sanding the surface with each swipe of the soft cloth. Fucking assholes better not leave all the cleaning to me again, I muttered as the sticky mess finally disappeared under soap suds. Damn new hires not doing...

Story 2: Dodging A Silver Bullet
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Story 2: Dodging A Silver Bullet

Dozens of hopeful couples murmured private conversations in the (recently renamed) Lovegood Café, busy, no matter that it was a Thursday. But this was the new usual. I rolled my eyes every time I saw the new logo, all swooping calligraphy and red hearts, trying to capitalize on the fame of their “romance risotto.” It...

Wine glasses hanging upside down in a bar bathed in red and blue lights
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Story 1: How The Rumor Spills

I sighed. Of course they wanted the risotto. Who didn’t these days? But I smiled and placed the order, along with their drinks, ignoring the hopeful, dopey smiles on their faces. Ignoring the smirk on the chef’s greasy face as he asked, “So, Liv, any bets to how many orders tonight?” No. Because it was...

Tears of a Sock Monkey
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Tears of a Sock Monkey

Chatter and giggles greeted Jess as she approached the bus stop. God, everyone here hated her. And the feeling was totally mutual. It was too late to fake some vague illness. Mom would see right through that. Especially since she had a math test first period. She ignore the just-too-loud conversations with their pointed words–weirdo;...