It Had To Be FrogsSunday, October 13th, 2013. Helwan's Circle. It rained frogs.It Had To Be Frogs2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Of course, it had to be frogs. Serena stepped over them as best she could, but they were everywhere. It wasn't the kind of thing you expected to see in smallish town America. One or two, maybe. Any more than that and you're wading into witch burning territory.
Serena really didn't want to wade into witch burning territory.
“What seems to be the problem?” Serena asked, “Aside from the frogs.”
Mrs. Caprica wrung her hands---Serena had never actually seen anyone do that. Truth be told, she'd rather not see it again. The woman had probably been wound too tightly even before any of this happened.
“We just wanted a baby,” she said.
“And you tried to invoke...”
“Heqet,” she said, “She's Egyptian. Ancient Egyptian, I mean.”
“I know who she is,” Serena said, as gently as she could. The frogs were staring a little too intently.
“I followed the bo
Missing Haku pt. 1Chihiro Ogino sighed. Another morning, another day without him. She thought of Haku and her spirit world friends every day when she did her hair. Sometimes she wished she had forgotten them all. Waiting was hard. She sighed again, as she tied her hair back with her special purple hair band. It was the only thing she had from the spirit world, and she cherished it, even with all the memories, good and bad, that came with it.Missing Haku pt. 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As she left for school, she reminded herself that Haku had promised that they would meet again. That had been almost four years ago. She was in middle school now, where most of the kids thought she was a dreamer. She had tried to fit in, she really had, but she couldnt keep her mind off the spirit world, and it interfered with her social skills. She had found friends in the art club though, where she drew pictures of the spirit world and especially Haku. She never told anyone of her adventures, and brushed off most questions about her picture
First DanceFirst DanceFirst Dance4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a cool morning, for late-June. Keldary of Mindelan was dreaming of her summer in New Hope, when a knock on the door awoke her.
"Just a minute!" Kel called as she pulled her breaches over her nightshirt and went to the door. When she opened it, she saw the maid assigned to this part of the palace.
"Excuse me, Miss Kel," the maid said. "I have an invite to give you, from his Majesty. I would linger, but I've got twenty more to deliver. G'day Miss."
"Thank you," Kel said as the girl walked away. Then she closed her door and went to her desk to read the invite.
Midsummer Celebration Singles Ball
By Royal Decree, All unmarried noblemen and -women are to attend
the annual banquet and ball on Midsummer's Eve.
There are no excuses for not attending, except for terminal illness.
All noblewomen must wear dresses, no exceptions.
With hope to see you attend,
My six-word memoirBorn in a snowstorm. Still cold.My six-word memoir5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Happy Christmas HermioneHermione would never tell anyone this, but she was jealous of Harry and the Weasleys. Why? Simply put, because Mrs. Weasley made them sweaters.Happy Christmas Hermione3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When the boys wore theirs during the cold months when they were searching for horcruxes, she nearly started sobbing every time she saw one. Mrs. Weasley loved them enough to take the time to knit a sweater with their first initial on it, and her parents were off in Australia, having forgotten she existed.
Logically, she understood that the Weasleys were the closest thing to a family Harry had ever known, while she had 2 loving parents, but she never got anything so heartfelt as a handmade gift. If she wanted something for Christmas, she’d tell her parents what it was, and they’d get it for her. They loved her, of course, but their understanding of her need to keep the Wizarding world a secret had caused a rift between them, they were distant, and at times appeared uncaring. For quite a few years, now, she had asked her parents for a
Be Merry, Mindelan"Keeeel, have a drink!" Domitan of Masbolle slurred loudly. The Third Company sergeant of the King's Own swung an arm around Keladry of Mindelan. Kel sighed and shook her head. She didn't mind going to Corus' local inns with Dom and the men of the Own, but Dom just got plain silly when he had too much to liquor in him. His speech got sloppy, hair tousled every which way and his cheeks pinker than the finest flowers in spring. Not to mention he got rather playful. Dom was always the type to flirt here and there, but after having too much to drink he got especially flirty.Be Merry, Mindelan4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kel removed his arm and patted him on the shoulder -- her heart did a little flutter -- then looked at his full cup. "I think you've had too much to drink."
Throwing his hands up into the air spilled some liquor out of his cup. "Nonsense!" He brought his free hand down to tickle Kel's chin, "You need to relax, dove."
"No." She swatted his hand away. "You need to sit down before you make trouble."
I Want to Hold Your HandSir Nealan of Queenscove looked out across the dance floor and sighed. His best friend, Lady Knight Keladry of Mindelan, and his cousin, Domitan of Masbolle, were dancing, but not with each other. Weve got to do something, he said quietly, eyes never leaving the dance floor.I Want to Hold Your Hand7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They are too stubborn for their own good, agreed his wife, Yukimi, also watching the midwinter dance.
Kel had recently let slip, while chatting with Yuki, that she loved Dom. And only a few nights ago Dom had admitted his feelings for Kel to an amused Neal. However, neither one had acted on their feelings yet, and Neal was not known for being patient.
This is almost as bad as Shinko and Prince Roald, continued Yuki. A pause, then the pair looked at each other, suddenly mischievous. They quietly slipped out to the hall to talk.
*** *** ***
The next day was midwinter, the shortest day of the year, and everyone woke up to presents. Kel discovered a note a
autumn.i press leaves betweenautumn.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the intention of preserving
everything i once was.
The Ripper's Revenge Part 1Back in London, Dan and Risa are called in by Inspector Sean Cullock to investigate a series of gruesome murders similar to ones made over a hundred years before. Racing against the clock, the agents began to wonder if this is trulyThe Ripper's Revenge Part 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Ripper's Revenge
"Bloody hell! What could be keeping Matt this long? He should have arrived over an hour ago!" moaned a lynx dressed in a sleek jet-black evening dress, pacing out the sea-blue front door of her ground floor flat, not far from Whitehall, under the cloak of London's late night. The reason for the woman's irritation was simple; she was promised a date by her co-worker and admirer, a humble man but a very honest kind, the type which she, and many women across the globe knew, were hard to find these days. Her heels clicked and clacked against the concrete paved, her lipstick coated mouth puffing what felt like great clouds of volcanic steam on her lip. Just as she was about to give up, she heard another pair of 'click' and 'clack' comi
DutyIt's mossy streets and dusty townsDuty4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Muddy dolls and floods
Love and hate and women's gowns
Dirty boys and soapy suds
It's pain and joy and hustling
Griffins, sparrows, hounds
Heroes and ladies bustling
Valleys, mountains, and noble's grounds
It's an old man and a young girl
A joke, promise, or law
A magic spell and a fair pearl
A bed of silk and one of straw
It's not a dry or dusty thing
It's every little part,
From a broken dream to a kindly king,
That gives the realm its heart
Our Ten Letters Rosto,Our Ten Letters4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Leave me alone. I'm no one's doxy to be fiddled with. I can't change that you live here, but I can change how you treat me, and if you keep this up, I will.
How many times will I have to ask you to stop?! Aniki and Kora keep telling you to stop fidgeting me, and if you don't heed my warnings at least respect theirs!
Perhaps once more?
I don't get why you keep sending me these gillyflowers. I don't need your 'affections'.
The flowers are because we're friends and I know you like them.
I know what you did, and you know I know. But I'm not going to turn you in. You can't be worse that Kafer. Just make sure you don't do anything that will make me regret turning a blind eye to this.
I'll be ten times the rouge Kafer was. We're going to make this work, Beka, having the rouge and the top puppy in the same place, and neither of us will regret this.
Thank you. There w
Always, MageletDaine looked across the table. Numair was talking animatedly with Alanna of Pirates Swoop. They were discussing the pros and cons to a spell they had recently been working on. She wished she could have discussed such things with him but, she didn't have the gift. She had wild magic.Always, Magelet3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sometimes she wished she wasn't so different, but then she would always remember that if it hadn't been for her magic she never would have met all the wonderful people she now called her friends.
But to her, Numair was different. She wanted to tell him how she felt, but there were many setbacks. He was her teacher, her confidant. Besides, she thought, she was afraid of the rejection.
Starring at her food she realized, there were many reasons he could tell her no. The main being the 15 year age difference. She had never wanted feelings for him but they had come anyway.
Sighing, she turned her attention to Jon and Thayet, who resided up at the dais. Daine, deciding she was full, gave her tray to the kitchen p
Love Comes to Those Who WaitThis merry Midwinter, (or jolly, as certain squires might put it,) was full of good-natured laughs and drinks, toasting to a new year in the era of King Jonathan and Queen Thayet. The flurry of snow was the kisses of fairies, lightly touching those who dared to sneak outside.Love Comes to Those Who Wait4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It wasn't until a tinkling laugh that Raoul realized that he was not alone. A fair-skinned court maiden had brought a man outside on the balcony. Her hands went to her arms, and a trail of goose bumps went up to her shoulders. Hurriedly, the man grabbed his coat, but when he wrapped it around her, she pulled him in for a kiss. As surprised as the man was, he didn't pull back.
Raoul sighed and wrapped his arms around himself, feeling lonely and quite embarrassed from the display of public affection. His heart began to beat faster as he moved inside, the passionate kissers not even looking at him. Why was he feeling like this? The great Giantkiller was supposed to be immune to these kind of emotions. He brushed a bi
dead girls don't write poetrydear someone,dead girls don't write poetry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there are no funerals
for the flesh
for the mind
no curtains & no cremations
for all our pretty words
you can't save every patient
a corpse would warm your bed
The Cave of Two - (Leo/Hazel) Ch.1A cold wind blew and snow was falling. The chilliness put all the demigods in an even worse mood as they trudged on through the snowy landscape.The Cave of Two - (Leo/Hazel) Ch.13 years ago in Romance More Like This
The six heroes (plus one Satyr) had landed their ship near a snowy town set in the vicinity of a scenic mountain. They needed a break to regroup before continuing their quest; to rest, gather supplies, and most of all try to recover emotionally.
Luckily, Nico was doing better, which counted one more demigod to fight alongside them. They had begun to travel to Epirus, with Nico’s direction. But after many days of travel, they decided to rest for a day. The entire time Percy and Annabeth were in their thoughts.
However, some act of fate brought another small challenge to the six demigods. The great messenger god, Hermes, appeared in their path, hovering with his winged shoes over the frozen earth. He told them something of importance: Something valuable to their quest is at the top of the mountain, the same mountain they just happened to l
Blessed MindelanKeladry of Mindelan looked to the sky from her open window. The clouds above were a light, soft grey. Snow drifted to the ground and coated everything in a white blanket. She breathed a sigh and watched it become visible in the cold morning air. Something barked behind her. Kel looked back to find Jump huddled between the pillows and blankets of her now untidy bed. He barked again as if ordering her to be done observing nature and close the window.Blessed Mindelan4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kel chuckled. "Relax. I'm closing it."
Jump was a medium-sized white dog with black spots on his rear, nose and lone intact ear. His tail had obviously been broken twice and he had an axed-shape head. Though he may have been an ugly dog, Jump hadn't left Kel's side since she saved him from a cook armed with a meat cleaver years ago.
She shut the window and beckoned for him to follow. "You'll probably feel better if you get moving."
Hopping off the bed, Jump followed at a trot to the connecting room that housed the sparrows. Over the years th
Once: PeachblossomHuh. So you're thinking, just because I'm a horse, I don't have one of these memory things? Well, shows what you know, doesn't it? Just because you humans don't know how to listen doesn't mean I can't speak, despite what some long-faced pages might think. I'd give 'em a sharp nip for their troubles, and the same would go for you if I were talking to you, rather than to this papery stuff. Apparently it can keep words in one place 'til they're needed. Sounds suspicious to me. If you keep on talking too long in one place, you'll get in trouble. There'll be bandits, or soldiers, or those furry spidery things, and then you'd be in trouble, friend. Oh, you might give 'em a nasty paper cut, but sometimes you just can't beat a good set of hoofs.Once: Peachblossom5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Anyway, for the ones who aren't paying attention (and hello there to you, glad to meet you I'm sure) I'm Peachblossom. You might think that's a bit of a feeble name, but I guarantee you this: I am without a doubt the strongest, fastest peach blossom in
OsteophilicHe loved his bones.Osteophilic1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The way they never asked too much of him
or protested his requests.
There was nothing superfluous in their design;
simple, sleek, and uncomplicated.
They were spry, robust
ready to take on the world with
sharp and fluid motions.
His bones were not brittle like she was.
Not so breakable or frail,
not so expendable.
They didn't bend under pressure
or fracture under stress.
He loved his bones -
their ivory purity eased his soul -
and he was proud of the way
they held everything together
She knew one day he'd stomp this
old flame out, long before 'death do us part.'
Cremation had never been part of the plan.