Tomorrow my first post on Twisted Tales comes out. It's a collaborative blog of writers dishing up new, twisted versions of classic fairy tales. I'm writing a futuristic, espionage version of Aladdin. Crazy, right? Check out the blog tomorrow for more!
Jasmine scanned the streets of Marrakech from atop the
palace walls, the scents and sounds of the marketplace were like the
tendrils of a creeping vine; enveloping her as she breathed in deeply. Her stomach grumbled when she caught a whiff of her
favorite soup, harira, made up of lamb, red lentils, and vegetables.
Licking her lips, she fished her Magnilens glasses out of her pocket and
put them on. Data started streaming across her
vision and a sight scope popped up, Jasmine turned off the data feed and
trained the scope on her favorite stall to see if Rajah was ready to
start serving. Nobody made better harira than Rajah, and he knew it, that's why he could charge almost twice as much as anyone else.
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