Deanna Cassidy
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(she/her) This establishment is open to wanderers, witches, harpies, heroes, merfolk, muses, barbarians, bards, gargoyles, gods, aces, and adventurers. TERFs go home.
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Pride and Prestidigitation
The day an orc wizard summoned me to his dimension started like any other: I ate breakfast with my parents. I dipped my toast in the silky yolk of my poached egg. Just as I sank my teeth into the delicious combination, Mother said, “Really, Mary? Have you no consideration for my poor nerves? That crunching, crackling sound is so jarring!"
By Deanna Cassidy5 days ago in Fiction
The Sun Set On That One. Runner-Up in The Second First Time Challenge.
I lay the blanket out on the sand, but the wind immediately tries to dance with it. There are two good rocks at hand, about the size of baseballs but shaped and smoothed by the salt water's whims. They serve for two of the blanket's corners. My sandals serve for a third.
By Deanna Cassidy7 months ago in Fiction
The Monster in the Closet. Runner-Up in I Wrote This Challenge.
Welcome to the Susan Sto Helit School of Child Headology. Lesson one: The Monster In The Closet. Example. Sprout's thudding footsteps on the stairs are my cue to close the social media app I’ve been doomscrolling and tuck my phone away. If I explained it, he would probably understand the concept of overcoming sleep inertia with the help of a screen stimulating my brain… but come on, he isn’t even nine years old. If he sees Mumma lying in bed, staring at her phone, he will learn that Lying In Your Bed And Staring At Your Phone is a normal thing to do.
By Deanna Cassidy7 months ago in Writers
Going Steady. Runner-Up in History Would’ve Burned This Page Challenge.
Mama grips my chin and tilts my face left and right, examining me from different angles. “You have it backwards, Mina: red lipstick, cheeks as pale as a harlot who never sees the sun because she’s entertaining soldiers all night. It is supposed to be a demure lip and a rouged cheek.”
By Deanna Cassidy9 months ago in History
The Price of Admission
The sliding glass door had been painted with the word “Welcome,” but it didn’t open for me. My heart leapt to my throat with the sudden conviction that THF had rejected my application after all. Then I noticed the palm scanner to the right of the door, and the complementary hand washing station beside it. I washed my hands, scanned my right palm, and sighed audibly at the little green light over the scanner.
By Deanna Cassidy9 months ago in Futurism
Utopia, But Boys Will Be Boys. Runner-Up in Tomorrow’s Utopia Challenge.
I’m not sure exactly when I started holding my breath. Dr Pradhan told us that because we were equally qualified to conduct Earth Sample Interviews, the team would have to be chosen by chance. The department had sixty-five interested graduate students, but only five were allowed down to the surface of the planet. Dr Pradhan assigned us numbers by the arbitrary rule of birth order, then rolled one six-sided die and one ten-sided die to determine the lucky interviewers.
By Deanna Cassidy10 months ago in Futurism
