Mias and Elle - Chapter 3With each heavy boot step vases and glassware cracked violently as Mias stormed passed down the hallway with frustrated determination. He had gone through much trouble to get her here, and there was no use giving up simply because wooing her presented itself as a slight challenge. He had brought Elle here for a reason, and he was not going to let her get the best of him; she was his, and she was going to have to learn to accept that.Mias and Elle - Chapter 33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I want nothing to do with you
A crystal candelabrum that sat on a table unfortunately close to him shattered into hundreds of pieces, all perfectly identical. He frowned and rolled his eyes at the mess before continuing on to the dining hall. The little guttersnipe, as gorgeous as she was, definitely knew how to grate on his nerves.
Mias pictured her silken blonde mess and enchanting eyes again and felt a twist in his gut. This had been happening rather often in the short time that she had been in his home.
The table was set up for a delightfu
Mias and Elle - Chapter 6With breakfast set hastily on the end table, Mias' eyes scanned the bedroom and in to the washroom through the open door; both were empty.Mias and Elle - Chapter 63 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He was quite sure by this time that he would not receive a reply, but it helped to temporarily sooth his temper in a way that he could not understand. Perhaps she was playing a game. It was something in hearing her name; it invoked pleasant thoughts of her face that he could not repress.
"Where are you, my pet?" The amusement was fading quickly, "Elle."
Now stepping across the room slowly, Mias called out to Elle a few more times as he leaned in to give the washroom a more thorough visual inspection. Each step he made with caution, not knowing entirely what to expect. It was hard to contain his amusement when he saw the discarded wet towels on the floor, yet he was also disappointed that he had missed out on a delicious opportunity.
But, there was no sign of Elle anywhere. He could feel his blood starting to boil, his cheeks burning red visi
Mias and Elle - Chapter 8Elle kept a careful eye on Mias, nervous and quite fearful of what she had just witnessed him conjure in and around his hand out of thin air. He still had not answered her question, and she had a feeling that she would not get an answer or at least a real one- for some time. It was terrifying and incredibly intriguing to think of all of the possibilities of what that answer may be, but for now she would have to go on assumptions, as those were being carried away by her imagination to horrible places.Mias and Elle - Chapter 83 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As they exited the stag brothers' home, Elle glanced over her shoulder and found that she really had no idea what it was that she was looking at. To the untrained eye in this case, Elle- there was absolutely nothing there but a rather large tree about the circumference of two average human arm spans. There was no sign of a door, or a home or hut of any kind behind it; it was forest, just like everything else around her, other than a feint hint of a path under the foliage.
Crude Sunlight Fan-FictionCrude Sunlight Fan-Fiction10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I refuse another drink because, well, I'm operating at the edge here. At the edge of sobriety. I wonder, shortly, if anyone's ever written a song called that. I need these last remnants of control to keep up the act.
I'm an actress. I don't mean I sell clothing while I'm waiting for the big breakthrough, for the miraculous pick-up on the street; alright, it's that too, but I don't think I want that to happen, really. I'm an actress because I act being an actress. I'm loving it, but I am afraid I can't stop.
Tonight... tonight I'm valley girl. I hate this character, but hey, that should be a good sign. At school they once told us that the kind of character that's most removed from who you really are should be the easiest to play. This should be a snap; but it isn't.
I've zoned out of the conversation, and the funny bit is, I'm still doing most of the talking. Right now it's about riding, and how horses are such cute and noble and intelligent creatures, and my mind jumps to camels.
MarionettesThe old woman finished her last two marionettes and laid down the tiny paintbrush for the last time, her pale cream hands with soft blue veins spidering the back of her slightly wrinkled hands, finally given reprieve. No more would those arthritis ridden hands, nimble even in old age, again paint or create marionettes. These last two were her finest carved and painted creations ever. Sky blue eyes that were beginning to cloud over with blindness glittered with happiness. She caressed the small marionette's painted black hair.Marionettes3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Bringing him close she blew into his face, the wood growing resplendent, sunshine seeming to make it softly glow.
"I gift thee with my breath the exuberance of summer that is busy with life." She whispered before slender deft fingers tied fishing line around his neck before laying him down on the mahogany desk. Picking up the other puppet, this one taller than the other, she also blew a stream of air into his face though her breath was now as cold as the harsh win
Soft TouchGhosts. They were all ghosts. Sweet Pea shook that notion off as she more closely studied the soldiers taking shelter in the trench as she passed them. Their heads were down, their facial features obscured by their helmets. Their skin was chalk white, and their uniforms were torn. Filthy bandages coated with scarlet decorated the limbs of many of them. Movement among them was limited, but it showed life. The rise and fall of the abdomen…A hand balling into a fist…The painfully slow movement of a body situating itself more comfortably against the wall of earth behind….These men were alive. She felt ashamed at her first thought. Was this what outsiders perceived her friends, her sister, and her to be? Shades? A knot curled in her stomach as she realized that the dark idea might just be true. A self-satisfied smirk formed on her face. Let them think what they wanted! While the fools toyed with words and jests, she would be striding into the sunrise.Soft Touch3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sweet Pea's train
Mias and Elle - Chapter 7"You found it where, exactly?"Mias and Elle - Chapter 73 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Her, Berenos. I found her a few klicks in, east of the Decivus land."
The larger of the two, Berenos, stumbled over the hearth in alarm, the clatter making Elle's unconscious body shuffle and grunt. He tried repeatedly to assure himself that he had simply misheard his brother, that it was not true that they had become tangled in the affairs of the Decivus family, but a miscommunication was far too rare a thing between them.
"Mathias Decivus? You took her from one of them?!" He softened his voice as the body on the bed shifted again. "Abernos, are you completely mental? She can't stay here; you have to get rid of her!"
"Don't be so cruel, brother! She seemed to need help "
Abernos stroked absently at the girl's hair, brushing his fingertips against her warm forehead as his eyes scanned her face repeatedly, taking it all in. There was something about her that made him smile, and even more so than usual. There was something so uniq
Hatter25 Prompt 2Hatter25Hatter25 Prompt 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Losing My Religion
What did you just do?!
The scream was so ear-piercing that Reginald actually winced, feeling for a split moment a touch of concern for his hearing. He looked at the scene that lay before him: A bookshelf toppled over, its contents strewn about the small shop and the shattered remains of a teapotone of his favorites, he was sad to reportfloating in a sea of spilt tea.
Alice bent down and picked up the sopping wet book, its crisp white pages soggy and stained with the beverage. You just destroyed all of these books! Her delicate face was twisted into a frenzied look of outrage, her normally neat hair flying out of its tight bun. Look at them! She demanded, shoving one of the damp books in his face. Theyre ruined! Theres no way I could sell any of these!
Reginald felt a pang of guilt as he looked at the extent of the damage he had caused. The tea had smudged the ink in the books, r