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Well damn. Here we are, huh. Been meaning to read this one for a long time, and finally got the chance. So... “Nobody, I just thought I felt a text.” I lie. Every Feurox story has a particular moment, once all the exposition is over, which reminds you it's a Feurox story. “Yeah, I’m awake. You want t ...

Too Much Dough Ho Ho First, thank you so much for your story, and I'm sorry it took so long for me to respond! It's always a pleasure to be involved in the secret santa, but unfortunately things picked up after the holidays, so I didn't get a chance to properly reply until now. I like the setup you ...

I just posted my secret santa over in my one-shot thread, but here's the link for the collection - Merry (slightly belated) Christmas, hdkv (and everyone else)!

From Craftyatom for hdkv - Happy With Yourself

But... was it? They hadn’t yet gotten to the point where Now-Misha would begin hurting her, but it was drawing close. And yet, Once-Misha still felt... nothing. No fear, no anger, no sadness. If this was happening because she deserved to be punished, then why didn’t she feel bad? Surely it was sup ...

Misha had been completely reinvigorated by her newfound hobby. Watching and talking with Shizune became interesting again - Lilly never quite scratched the same itch, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that Misha felt alive . She got more work done, she spoke more confidently, she felt b ...

And yet, at least on the surface, life had continued... pretty much as normal. Neither of them had ever spoken about that night again. But inside, Misha had felt like a hole had been torn in her. She had expected it to be painful, but it hadn’t been an acute pain - it had been more like hunger, with ...

"Are you happy with yourself?" The meaning of those words changed a lot, depending on how Misha said them in her head. Often, they conveyed disappointment, like her parents chastising her for something - the implication was that she should not be happy. But they could also represent a sick reversal ...

Well, here we are again! It’s Christmas - or, well, within a week of Christmas - and so it’s time for my entry in the annual writers’ secret santa ! I used to try and post on the 25th every year, but I mentioned last year that I was busy, and it has only gotten more true this year: I landed a job lat ...

Well, it was one hell of a read, as always. And, as ever, your story is so good that I'm angry it's not perfect, so I shall now spend many words complaining about the minutiae I disliked! I reach up and pull his head into a kiss. Sweet mother of mercy, the premise of this story hit me out of nowhere ...

Oh no what a glorious read. You should be Crazyatom, not Craftyatom! :D Wow, from my prompt I did not expect... this... By the way, since you didn't include the prompt let me just tell other readers, [...] I aim to please - but only in the most unexpected ways possible! By now I think derailing ...

Merry belated holidays! I've posted my submission over on my one-shots thread, linked below. Here's hoping a certain someone in this thread enjoys ;)

From Craftyatom for Mirage_GSM - Worlds Apart

Confession “You have to believe me, I never wanted to hurt anyone!” “Bullshit, Kenji.” Hisao’s face remained cold, thinly veiling his rage. “You got together with a bunch of other students who wanted to stop the fork, you all started casting magic, and then a construct just so happened to appear, we ...

Flies Hisayo watched, feeling rather helpless, as the girls in front of her hugged. Misha was clearly sad, but it was more of a quiet sorrow - she had had almost a week to come to terms with things. Ibarazaki, on the other hand, had only just experienced it, and was sobbing into her friend’s s ...

Here Today Hisayo was woken up by the sound of her phone vibrating, and slowly sat up to read the message. It was still dark; who could be texting her so early? It was from Shizune: <Urgent student council meeting today. Come as soon as you can.> What, now? In the middle of the night? Bewildered ...

Worlds Apart As One A young girl with long brown hair, messy but clean, plodded up to the sink and turned it on. Her eyes were half-closed, and she didn’t bother looking at herself in the mirror. She wanted to wash her hands with as little brain power as possible, since as soon as she was done she’d ...