Hugh J. O'Donnell

When the Royal Engineer was arrested, the King insisted she be allowed no visitors, paper, or tools. He knew her cleverness, and was certain she would try to escape.
Nonetheless, when the guards came, she was finishing construction on an exquisite, life-sized dragonfly made from trash found in her cell. Despite the materials, it was perfect, down to its iridescent wings. “Just something to occupy my mind,” she said with a smirk.
The guards hurried to unlock the cell door as she wound the mechanism and released it through the high, small dungeon window. But they were already too late.

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I wandered through a little door I’d never seen before and found my self in an enchanted glade. A centaur galloped up to me from across a field of sparkling wildflowers and stared down at me.
“Passport,” he asked, holding out a hand.
“Uh, I’m sorry. I don’t have it on me,” I said.
He sighed. “Destination?”
“I don’t know, I just saw a weird door and wandered through it.”
“Anything to declare?”
I blinked in confusion. Before I knew it I found back on the other side of the doorway.
“Tourists,” the centaur muttered before it slammed shut again.

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In autumn, she wandered the fading woods. She was the last of her house, a relic of a faded age, like these trees.
Her servants flitted about, gathering goblin fruit. They filled panniers with spice-apples and honey-berries, cultivars that had been piled in silver dishes in her father’s house. She reached up and plucked one from a branch.
She took a bite and grimaced. It was over-ripe and cloying, with a hint of rot already forming. It was full of the memories of a tyrannical empire fallen.
The last princess returned to the hut she’d traded for the world, resolute.

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Twenty years ago, my parents had one of those ‘gender reveal parties’ that caused a wildfire due to firework sparks. They told me when I was very young, but to this day, I’m not sure if they think it’s a sad or a funny story.
I spent a lot of time growing up thinking about the people who died in that fire. I thought I owed them perfection. But I’ve learned to let them go.
My parents burned ten thousand acres of old-growth forest to reveal my gender, and they were wrong.
I’m still figuring out how to tell them.

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It was a familiar ritual.
The magistrate would chain up the accused, list his crimes, beat him a little, and whip up the crowd to a frenzy. When he was done, they would call for the execution without the bother of a trial.
Today was different. The crowd was quiet, restive. He used his usual tactics, beating the rebel while listing his sins against the empire. But the crowd was getting worse.
The prisoner smiled up at him through split lips. “It only works if they’re your crowd.”
The magistrate stared out at the sea of people and was afraid.

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