Thorin and his Kin PrologueThorin and his KinThorin and his Kin Prologue2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Serin was running after Kili, her youngest cousin. She was holding a fake bow in her hands and had soft, fake arrows in a basket on her back. She grabbed an arrow and loaded her bow. She shot it at Kili.
"I got you!" She called happily. They had been playing a war game in the shadow of the Lonely Mountain, or Erabor; her cousins (Fili and Kili) had been the enemy and she was supposed to shoot them down. Serin had gotten mad at the beginning because Fili didn't want to play as much so to get out of it he just stood in front of her when she tried to shoot Kili.
"Darn it." Kili grumbled as he got up. (He had fallen over when the fake arrow hit him in the small of his back.)
Serin came up to Kili and grabbed her arrow.
"Let's go find Fili." Kili said, looking around nervously as he tried to find his brother. They were inseparable, so after a while Kili had realized his brother wasn't with him and slowed on purpose so he could find him.
"Fine." Serin rolled her e
The Back of a Lotus Flower ~Chapter OneThe Back of a Lotus Flower ~Chapter One2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
I should be fifth-teen soon, but that doesn't matter anymore. A few years ago, we came to the U.S. for better life, but mostly to get away from my father. My mother loved him deeply, so much that when died we had to move away from our country. Iceland was where we used to live, and we would have been safe if we had stayed there. Now we're here, in a state called Minnesota in the U.S. It used to mean United States, now it has a new meaning. Something I don't have the guts to write down.
I have four siblings, two of which that are turning thirteen in a month. When we left Iceland, my mother said, "No more children." She had always wanted to have seven children with father, but when he died, she was left with four of us and one on the way. After Lilija was born, she was never the same again. I had to play mother for my twin brothers and little sisters for two months before the Hunger Games was enacted.
When it was, my mother, Katrin, changed her act and raised us to be ready to become a t
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