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      The Holiday Dinner – Part I

      Crimson Lips
      There are things we don't want to believe. Things that are there, naked before us, touching our bare skin with slim fingertips, kissing our neck and our lips and our mind, and yet we refuse to acknowledge them even though our body feels every electric jolt, every heavy thrust, every gentle kiss. Ignorance is bliss, they say. With every word that I speak, every story I tell, you and I come closer and closer to the end of this tale. I've… I've tried to delay it. I've tried to woo you away from the…
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      Mothers

      Crimson Lips
      I cried for two weeks straight when my parents left the city and I moved into the Lady’s house. I pressed my face against my pillow at night, desperately hoping it would muffle my sobs while I clutched my mother’s farewell letter against my chest. I felt ashamed; aghast at the fact that I dared weep when the Lady had given me all that I’d ever wanted. She allowed me to stay in the city, she filled my belly with feasts unlike my parents were ever able to serve, she financed my education in the…
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      The Art of Polite Conversation

      Crimson Lips
      Twilight Sparkle once told me, I don’t remember when or where, that every essay she did went through at least four drafts. I remember laughing at that. Four drafts? What effort! I only ever go through one or two designs for my dresses; maybe three if I’m feeling particularly perfectionist. Well. I understand her now as I sit here after having gone through more versions of this tale than I would like to admit. Isn’t it ever so frustrating when things don’t work out the first time around?…
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      The Fairy in the Garden

      Crimson Lips
      Once upon a time, a gray Sunday afternoon, a little girl visited Lady Celestia’s gardens. “One hour,” her mother had said, giving the girl a meaningful look. “One hour. The gardens close at six.” And in that hour, the girl made the mansion her castle, and the gardens her forest. The maze of hedges, she decided as she walked through them, were the Lost Labyrinth of Mirceille, where many brave soldiers had fought terrible beasts. Not all of them had survived, unfortunately, though she went…
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      Redwood Grass

      Crimson Lips
      There was a mahogany dining table in the Lady’s mansion, carved from ancient trees and kept intact with even older magic. It was long, quite long, the kind to seat a gathering of twelve or more. The dining room that housed it was as grand as its table, every wall decorated with oil portraits of people—some prominent, some unknown, and all beautiful in some way. In their artistic design, in their color palette, or in their subject. There were three that stood out. The first was a portrait of Lady…
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      Empty Cups and Empty Chairs

      Crimson Lips
      It is rather simple to deduce what’s missing based on what’s been left behind. A second toothbrush in the bathroom of an old woman’s apartment. A baby’s bib and other such things hidden away in the closet of a quiet couple with sad eyes. A jewelry box under the bed of the local lady’s man, and a dusty engagement ring beneath it. A bracelet hanging on the doorknob of a locked door. In the few days Twilight had been living in Lady Celestia’s mansion, she had… not seen things, no,…
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      The Mansion

      Crimson Lips
      As she stepped out of the carriage and onto the gray driveway, my dear beloved laid her eyes on Lady Celestia’s mansion for the very first time. In person, that is. She’d seen it before in photographs, and once in a fantastic illusion conjured by the Lady herself upon visiting the Sparkle family house. A mesmerizing show of sorcery and projection, and soon enough, a young girl was staring in awe at a dollhouse-sized three-dimensional building. It was the day magic and knowledge became her…
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      Sapphire Eyes

      Sapphire Eyes
      Amidst the beautiful and unforgiving city of Canterlot, where prejudice is rampant and passion even more so, two women in love try to find the answer to a very difficult question: Selling your body is not the same as selling yourself, but does it matter when everyone else thinks it is?