Here comes our second challenge for the submission period! We want you all to contribute to our story. We’ll write the first sentence and in the comments below, add on to it and weave some awesome story. You can be serious, or silly, take it as you like, but if you don’t include your real name and email then we will have to remove it! We’ll work on this until the end of the submission period, Feb. 29th and will include the entire story in Issue 2! So here we go, our starting sentence is:
I woke up to the intoxicating aroma of cinnamon rolls.
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<3 Sarah
Raula, who’d raised me after the unkind death of my Capitoline Wolf at the cold hands of the winter river, called me down to take my breakfast.
Inspired by the tantalizing scent, I swung off my covers and plodded downstairs, in clumsy defiance of the morning chill.
Raula was old enough to be my grandmother, and she was still the most beautiful woman I’d ever love.
And how could I not love a woman such as her?
I had no choice in the matter, really, my soul was bound to Raula now…I belonged to her forevermore and I loved it.
That is the usual result, I am led through study to suppose, of the accidental application of a philter of love meant for some entirely other figure.
The very thought of her desiring any other before myself sickened and enraged me!
I was not good at hiding my anger, and I hated when it broke free onto her.
Descending down the staircase, I called out her name.