Tag: fantasy
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The people of the village needed ample oil for the festival. The paper lanterns needed lighting, and they needed to stay lit through the month. The sturdy, slick paper had been cut into all manner of shapes—birds, flowers, fruits, fish—and came in all manner of hues—vermillion, dandelion, cyan, crimson, tangerine—and they would lend the town…
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My father always said I had witches’ eyes. “Fickle green and full of secrets,” he would hiss right before he slapped my face. His hard heart cracks one early morning at the bakery. He falls into the oven, and when they find him, his body is charred and smouldering. The village only mourns the ruined…
Penelle Magazine 