Tag Archive: Miss Antonina

Crown’s Plank (Forty-Six) S3E6E9D mETATRON

In her glare, giant granite chess pieces sliding across the board of existence. She’s determined to crush me… Tobi dare not let her eyes be the first to leave the necrotic dance of… Continue reading

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Crown’s Plank (Forty-Five) My Star – Dionaea

Tobi’s Fleck was, of course, red. She didn’t know what sadistic game Miss Antonina was playing by not coming into the rooms of the girls to wake them this morning or by letting… Continue reading

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Crown’s Plank (forty-three) Breakfast Among Furies

Mad, fever-induced nightmares tormented Tobi’s mind that night. When sleep finally came, hellish visions kept her suspended in that terrible place between the dark emptiness of a dreamless sleep and a paralyzed, nearly… Continue reading

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Crown’s Plank (forty-two) The Fourth Nine

Janess. Janess was possibility. Janess was terror. Janess was legend. Janess was the one thing on Saturnine that offered any hope. When it seemed the world couldn’t get any darker, that there was no… Continue reading

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Crown’s Plank (thirty-one) The Grey Area

Things were more complicated than Miss Antonina knew. The woman was a wicked liar. Mind games, that’s what she was playing with Tobi. Tobi had seen her do it to the other girls… Continue reading

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Crown’s Plank (twenty-nine) Under Wing

Tobi saw herself lying beside the boulder, Tess’s unconscious form atop her own. Flies covered them both. From the astral plane, she observed the ruckus that the scene had caused for all of… Continue reading

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Crown’s Plank (Twenty-Eight) Cursed Gift

Neem contemplated running.  A whisper of reason told her to stay where she was. The consequences of running would be much worse than what was coming. She knew there was truly nowhere to hide,… Continue reading

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Crown’s Plank (twenty-five) Empty Watchtower

Before Tobi could further spew forth her madness, a second fly dropped. Then, a third and a fourth until an avalanche of flies poured down where she sat as if she were caught… Continue reading

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Crown’s Plank (twenty-three) Unbridled

“Miss Sella! Are you toying with us? Here we all sit, your audience, waiting for something of substance from you for the first time since you arrived here. Has your time alone taught… Continue reading

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