The Seamstress and Her Moth
George sinned in Lanie’s purified lace. Now moths chew through his apologies, and her needle threads his pulse into something she finds more 'useful.'
This story owes its fangs to Ran Dandel’s short story The Sorceress’ Night Out on Fictionmania. Character Names have been retained as tribute. Thanks for the inspiration Dan!
The Seamstress and Her Moth
A story in nine parts so far
| Part 1 | "Tell me, handsome—ever danced with a cursed garment?" | View Part |
| Part 2 | "Fridays, you're Georgia. Corset optional. Crotchless mandatory." | View Part |
| Part 3 | "Relax. He's week eight of part three. You're the fucking index." | View Part |
| Special | Author's Reflections: Questions and Confessions | View Entry |
| Part 4 | "Kindness comes with an expiry date," | View Part |
| Part 5 | "Best little wifey this side of the apocalypse—" | View Part |
| Part 6 | "Y'know, we could multitask. Ruin her while we revisit history." | View Part |
| Part 7 | "Peace smells like bleach and unwashed diapers, you know." | View Part |
| Part 8 | "Pyres are for endings. We're middling types." | View Part |
| Part 9 | "... flammable liquid, possibly draconic in origin..." | View Part |
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