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Topiary Patrick was just an ordinary narcissist. ------------------------------- Beast Belle’s beauty was not skin deep. ------------------------------- Duracell His heart wasn’t in it anymore. ------------------------------- 146 Days He’d sleep when he was dead. ------------------------------- Elm Five years was more than enough. ------------------------------- Consolation Prize A glass jar on the shelf. ------------------------------- Beehive This prison had become her home. ------------------------------- One Hit Wonder MarySue was his favorite writer, until...

Hansel He had placed every breadcrumb meticulously. -------------------------------- 4383 The tattoo appeared and read 9323. -------------------------------- Sylvie There would be no illusions. ----------------------------------------------------

"You may be in the story, but you are not the author. You may think you can control the story, but the plot is already set on-course. You may think you can control who will play what role, but actors can be re-cast. The story, prophesy, is set in stone; the details can change, but the ending is already written. The more you try to control it, rewrite it, the more you risk being kicked off the series and someone else playing your part. The role of your bestie has already been re-cast, twice. The next re-casting will be you." ________________________________

Jessica felt her eyelids sag and her head droop. She quickly rubbed her face, trying to wake up. Savon was staring out the front window of the transport, occasionally glancing down at the radar. "What or who?" She cleared her throat. "Whom ... are you waiting for?" Savon smirked. "J'rahl." That perplexed her. J'rahl was an ally, a close friend. Savon had been talking of an ambush. Why would Savon be... "Ambusing a friend?" "No," he said, his eyes focused on the blip which appeared on the screen. "Teaching someone a lesson." She moved to his side, noticing the convoy which had appeared in the distance. "I don't understand." "My 'friend' made a deal with the Kasadonians." "But you have been trying to make a deal with them for months." "Yes. However, an opportunity presented itself and J'rahl proceeded on this own, failing to consult with me. Which would have been all right if I had been involved in the final decision-making." Jessice was quiet, her eyes fixed out the window.