- Angora Shade | @AngoraShade
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
- Keturah Lamb | @KeturahAbigail
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Mark A. Morris
- T.A. Moorman | @GothicMoms
- Siren X Star | @sirenstar
Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
Liv says: Your words are as soft and delicious as the magic she wields. I think the tone between the two is adorable and the magic is not something you see everywhere. Great job!
T.A. Moorman | @GothicMoms
Liv says: As a mom, I really enjoyed this. Who wouldn’t want magic so they could dangle their son – I mean their consoles – out the window when they don’t listen and don’t do as told! Congrats!
Siren X Star | @sirenstar
Liv says: While there are some juxtapositions in the first paragraph that nearly threw me off, the sense of the essence of the characters is something you convey rather beautifully further down. There’s no doubt as to their relationship and I can easily imagine them in a longer piece. Congrats!
Angora Shade | @AngoraShade
Liv says: Listen, this was lovely. You captured the essence of a villain set in what seems to be an interesting world. Having role-played quite a few villains in my gaming life, I thoroughly connected with her. Too right, you do it yourself! Congrats!
She didn’t even need to ask. “Failure!”
Paddy cowered before the fountain, lowering his eyes in all manner of respect.
“Did you follow it?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he chimed, his voice a rusty wheeze.
Camilla’s brow narrowed. “Did you set your trap?”
Paddy produced a broken snare from the recesses of his deep shirt pocket and shifted his weight more comfortably, leaning against the fountain for support.
Her lips became tight, her words like a hiss through her teeth. “Did you… talk to it?”
“Yes, yes,” Paddy confirmed. “Had a lovely conversation, we did.”
“Fool!” Camilla fell into a rage, shoving over stacks of magic books, tipping over her empty cauldron, and shattering any object of non-value within her reach. “You never talk to it!” She threw up her hands. “I feel like I’m talking to the air. Idiot.”
She scratched at her wrinkled cheek and played with the few stray whiskers adorning her chin. An idea was forming. She smiled.
“Bring the Wizzoodle, Paddy,” Camilla said warmly, patting her minion on the head and reaching for her favorite hat. “If I want something done right, I’ll do it myself.”
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