Dragonbone Alley
The rain hadn’t stopped since sundown. It ran in silver veins down the narrow backstreets of Mong Kok, where neon bled into puddles and cigarette s...
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The rain hadn’t stopped since sundown. It ran in silver veins down the narrow backstreets of Mong Kok, where neon bled into puddles and cigarette s...
Good evening, friends of Lavish. There's a very real and possible trigger warning blog post ahead! Fair warning! A few posts ago, I talked abou...
One … two … three One … two … three. The corn is all crimson, all sticky and served Not in the kitchen, no. Mama and Papa don’t know. One - tw...
When I was a kid, I could always spot the adult sellouts. The ones who stopped liking weird things the second someone called them weird. They trade...
Hello all! This is my submission for the #Lavishhalloween2025 contest. For my entry I picked one of the 4 prompts & wrote a short 4 chapter story. ...
Mrs. Lively had a name that fit her personality. I lived in a small town in Oklahoma that was, at the time, much rougher than I realized. But I was...
The house arrived on a flatbed in sections, slid down the throat of the cul-de-sac like a coffin eased into its slot. When Ezra signed the papers, ...
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Rain drums like static across paper lanterns, painting the night red and trembling. Inside the Dragon Palm Dojo, a hundred fists rise and fall in r...
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The night smelled like iron and wet ash. Logan stood in the alley behind a burned-out tenement, rain dripping off his jacket, pooling around his bo...