IrishYndina's published ficlets
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Purple Fields
It was easy to feel small while laying in the tall grass. The purple daisies swayed in the light breeze, tall as trees above …
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Undercover Quirks
My palms were sweating, but I forced my knees not to shake. I was always good at being an aggressive reporter, at getting to …
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Mouth of the Orator
“A prophet’s job is never done,” Mikhail thought to himself. The line before the Orator’s door was long and winding, and Mikh…
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