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Untrue Name 100 Words “Don’t be the next Rumpelstiltskin.” I sip on my latte, the taste of curdling milk on my tongue tells me Grunirhinge didn’t appreciate the reference. I press on. “Old names don’t work anymore. Spitalcrick, Pisselpop? Too unique, one Google search from disaster. But this?” I turn my screen to the Fae and hit him with the closer. “Don’t be a fish in sea, hide in the forest as one of the trees.” The twee bullshit always gets the traditionalists. Grunirhinge nods. “This wisdom is clear to me,” he says. “Let my son be named-” Grunirhinge squints at the screen. “Whatismyip.”
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Flight Control 100 Words After weeks of pouring over operating manuals and technical specs, the day had finally come. “Don’t be so nervous, kid,” said his father. He didn’t reply. The hardest thing about joining the family business was enduring his father’s advice. True, the old man had clocked over 10,000 flight hours but the new Boeing 880 was significantly more complex than anything he’d dealt with in his day. He tried to ignore his father. He failed. “If all else fails,” his father continued. “Just stick something in the propeller.” Again, he bit his tongue. This time his needle sharp teeth drew blood. Fortune Favored 100 words Susan Townsend-Kilbride frowned. “What do you want bones for?” The Winter Prince’s displeasure did what his courtier’s swords could not and cut through her ironvine protections. “When you buy bread, does the baker account for your coin?” “Money is normal,” Susan countered. “Bones seems cruel.” The Prince’s smile was as cold and empty as his kingdom. “I say coin is crueller still.” She searched the Fae’s empty eyes. She found herself staring back. “Fine,” she sighed. “When you’re done with him, keep the bones.” Arguing was pointless. She didn’t care about her father’s body, all that mattered was her inheritance. Good Cop, Bad Cop 100 words “Soft touch didn’t work,” Tina Tonic paused to drain her thimble of coffee. “So get in there and give him the worst possible interpretation of what he done.” Hassan folded his muscular arms in displeasure. “I know you don’t like leaning into the stereotype but it’ll work.” Tina insisted. Hassan Al-ahmar knew they were a good team, they’d the best clearance rate in the precinct, yet he still found cause to regret his partnership with Tina. “FINE…” he sighed. “Great!” Tina grinned. “Now take off your shirt and get in the lamp. Need a dramatic entrance, really Djinn it up.”
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