Shedding Stars IIyou were the sky i wasShedding Stars II1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sea, with the sun
in an offering of light
you wore the night as i
called your stars down
A Dust of SnowSnow was the great purification. All of the dark places of the land dotted with coated trees were blanketed by mother snows cold hand. The earth was softer in winter, in white. It was sleeping soundly beneath the coverlets where only wolves, rabbits and deer went tuttering by leaving their trails and magic.A Dust of Snow2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The girl’s cheeks had long turned chill-burnt red, polished and bright as two crisp autumn apples. They burned in the pale of her skin in the moonlight. In some other time, her lips as red as hearts and her hair as dark as raven’s wings might have stirred a poem. But the eerie mingling of fear and desire glass coating her brown eyes made her seem a mad, mad straw creature than a beauty.
The snow was deep and it bit to the knee, sometimes keeping her stuck in place. Frostbite tingled, a small sting at first and now a sharp bite in her feet; fingers. Her mittens had been swiped by a lashing pine, a boot kept by unforgiving drift. Her dress cold and wet.
United States Summer 2011America alienates me.United States Summer 20113 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
From touchdown in Atlanta it is obvious I am, so to speak, no longer in Kansas.
I am asked what I am doing here. Repeatedly, and not always in a nice way. I want to answer with the obvious, that I am queuing endlessly for the privilege of being cross examined by an unfriendly customs officer who wants to know all kind of private details my best friend doesn't even know, but I swallow it back and smile meekly, while trying to act like I am not nervous, frustrated and insulted.
Procedures, waiting lines, probing questions, stamps and signatures, and then, finally, the liberating "Enjoy the United States".
I never felt more alien.
passports, fingerprints, eye scans...
I just want my love.
America amuses me.
This first meeting scratches only at the surface. I encounter all the clichés and smile inwardly: the food portions, the convenience stores, the SUVs.
(16) JackxElsa: ...me anyway.Cold...(16) JackxElsa: ...me anyway.9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A step forward, her hands moving around her to hug herself for warmth...
...but ultimately, she knew that it would do nothing to fight against the cold that was spreading through her body.
Anna took step after step, even as the strong winds of the storm tried to throw her off balance. She had to persevere. She had to endure...
...just for a little longer. Just for a little more. Just until she could reach the one she grew to love for the days they've been together...
The princess glanced at her hands as she saw them frosting over. Horror showed in her eyes for a split second, before her determination set in and she held them close to her body to keep them warmer. She couldn't give up now.
Her breath came out in gasps as she found it harder to make her way through the fjord and fight storm, the cold setting in to her feet
(6) JackxElsa: Taking the King (and Queen)Black soulless eyes looked upon the joyful scene in the castle with contempt. Jack Frost laughing with another ice magic user -- and a female, no less, that he had given the power to himself.(6) JackxElsa: Taking the King (and Queen)10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pitch groaned as he turned away from the sight of their joy, his nightmares at his heels. "Ugh, their smiles make me sick... Even with being in complete and total isolation, the company of that meddlesome Guardian is interfering with my plan."
He had to think. Right now, the two were close, even if he was sure that the princess couldn't see the spirit. But by the looks of the state of her room when he would take a peek from time to time...the girl still had fear festering within her.
Now...how could he let that fear and darkness grow substantially?
The attention of the black eyes were drawn downward to the sight of two adults and one teenager by the harbor. From their attire and the way they carried themselves, he gathered they were the king and queen, and their othe
In the cold Yule night/ CE SilvaraWhen dragons fly in the sky, stars shine high and brightIn the cold Yule night/ CE Silvara9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ho my lady of the blue rose, your eyes glow like twilight
Clad in light and darkness, your hair is a dream
Of night woven into amethyst, sapphire and silver beams
From your lips the song of life rise to the heaven
With the spirits you twirl, you the Goddesses chosen,
In a clearing under the cold dark sky, daughter of sun and moon
All together welcoming the new year and Nature's boon
Ho Silvara, you captured my soul in this star lit clearing
When you danced around the bonfire to welcome the year in beginning
Allow me just a touch, just a whisper, just a kiss
So I can walk away lost in eternal bliss
You're the woman eternal, the light in the shadow
Strong, gentle and merciful, you comfort those in sorrow,
The strength of the earth, the glow of the moon are your beck and call
Wielding sword and spirit both to fight, defend or enthrall
Daughter of the elves, enchantress, sister of dragons,
You carry your burden and never lose your vi
3.14The boy sat on the edge of the wooden pier shivering as the ocean that once hugged him tightly dripped off his body in disgust, leaving only a thin layer of green sludge between his skin and the crisp air around him. The smell of dead fish rose out of the ocean grave and wrapped around him until his nose could no longer smell it at all. As the sun left the hazy blue sky, he watched the boisterous boats tread further into the ocean until they were eaten whole by the horizon. His stomach bubbled, gurgling as if to imitate a toddler drowning.3.142 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“You. Your shift’s been outta here for an hour,” a man, dressed in rubber rain clothes and black boots said. “We don’t pay ya to loiter after your deed is done.”
“You don’t pay me at all,” Pi mumbled, directing his eyes away from the murky green water and towards the man’s agitated eyes. “What? You don’t.”
“I pay ya plenty,” the man sneered, “for a rat-bo
(17) JackxElsa: EpilogueAfter Pitch had disappeared and the snow had cleared, Jack had decided inspect the state of affairs around the kingdom -- starting with the mountain areas closest to him then going in a circular pattern to cover as much of the kingdom borders as he could, then making his way back to the city proper – to make sure that there were no remnants of snow or ice anywhere. Save for the mountains (that were snowy pretty much all year round) and the Queen’s Ice Palace, the entire land was bathed in light and warmth, feeling as summer should be and the cold touch of winter felt like nothing more than a bad dream.(17) JackxElsa: Epilogue9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jack smiled as he touched down onto the roof of the palace, watching the citizens skate along the ice of the courtyard. He sat down with his legs crossed at leaned on his staff. He could get used to a sight like this – people enjoying the pleasures of winter in the middle of summer; the smiles on everyone’s faces, young and old alike under the falling snow; and mo
Otherwise Good ConditionI have worn the same dressOtherwise Good Condition1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
for four days, because
I am sick, exquisitely
black and gold, your drunk
dimestore Nefertiti. A
white stain announces
itself, a muddy star:
here. Undo yourself,
those sallow words you drink,
let the silk fall loose. I've got
a face like dirty laundry
and burial grounds --
What I touch becomes
unwell. I wear my hair
like it pains me,
like a little girl
sucking her teeth
at cars, the caked little
tombs of sugar that crumble,
under the hot milk
of the sun.
It Had To Be FrogsSunday, October 13th, 2013. Helwan's Circle. It rained frogs.It Had To Be Frogs1 year 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
(9) JackxElsa: The calm before...Elsa walked to the balcony of her newly-made ice palace with her hands outstretched, reveling in the feel of the sun on her pale skin. The sky was cloudy, the air was cold with a light passing breeze and the queen had never felt more alive in her life.(9) JackxElsa: The calm before...10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Taking a deep breath, she spun in happiness before allowing herself to simply enjoy the sight of the sun over the mountains. Resting her arm on the balcony railing with her chin on the palm of her hand, a content sigh passed her lips. Everything that had happened in the course of a few hours had felt like nothing less than a dream...and yet, as she gazed upon the colors that reflected through the ice of her castle walls, she knew it was all real.
As she basked in the silence that the mountain offered, her thoughts wandered...
...and she started to wonder what had possibly happened to a certain invisible companion of hers.
Was he back in her room waiting for her return, unaware of the chaos? Or maybe --
As if on cue, a light breeze b
(7) JackxElsa: Don't WorryThe wall was frosted over, ready for him to write on it. His staff was out and pointed to the wall, and all he had to do was write the words for her to see it. She was right across the room, on her bed, with a good view of the wall for her to see what he would write...(7) JackxElsa: Don't Worry10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
...but Jack Frost couldn't find the words. He didn't know what he could say to her in this situation.
Anna had just left to go to the funeral -- a funeral the older sister couldn't attend. People would talk. Elsa would let them. They could say what they wanted for they didn't know the entire picture. Jack did...and he would constantly stay by her side as a result.
Now more than ever, he thought that he couldn't leave her.
"Jack... are you there...?" she called out, hands starting to twist her gloves in her hands.
He asked her this question often. Most of the time, it was to check if he had arrived when the window suddenly creaked open or if he was paying attention to what she had been saying. Now...he felt as if it were
(11) JackxElsa: According to PlanPrince Hans closed the door behind him, weariness of the day starting to catch up to him. So many things had happened in the past two days: from his engagement to Anna, to the discovery of newly-crowned Queen Elsa possessing supernatural powers over ice and snow, to battling a monster that the queen had created in an attempt to get her back.(11) JackxElsa: According to Plan9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Thankfully, the party had succeeded, and he had just returned from sentencing the queen to death for treason against the crown. The man smirked, as he crossed the room and plopped onto the couch.
"The feeling of power... I could get used to it," he said to himself, crossing his legs and resting his back on the arm rest.
"Could you now?"
Hans sat up, startled by the eerie, low pitched tone. Sure enough, by his side, he was greeted by the sight of the black-clad man, dark dust around the visitor settling and disappearing into nothing.
"Good heaven, Pitch," Hans said, a hand flying to his heart and taking a few breaths to calm himself. "You sca
FrostQueen: Kiss The GirlHe first saw her sitting in a table during the cafe's rush hour.FrostQueen: Kiss The Girl9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was hanging out with his friends at their usual table by the far wall, laughing and talking about any topic that came up under the sun.
She was alone at a table by the window, reading a book and sipping a cup of coffee with a smile on her face.
He didn't normally notice the others in the cafe once they sat down.
She didn't seem to notice anyone while her eyes were fixed onto the pages before her.
He didn't know what it was about her that caught his eye for that moment.
But when he watched her for a beat longer as she brought the cup to her lips, a passing wonder came of how it would've felt to kiss her.
He didn't see her for a while after that.
Life was becoming a little too busy for him and his friends to return to the cafe.
He thought that he would've seen the last of her then.
After all, she had been a complete stranger.
A stranger that lingered in his mind for a while, he admitted, but a stranger nonetheless.
(14) JackxElsa: The cold...A low chuckle escaped Pitch's throat as his soulless black eyes gazed upon the kingdom below him. The storm had become a full on blizzard, pelting the land below relentlessly with snow. The winds howled as the cold air buffeted the homes of the citizens, as they cowered in fear for their futures with the situation seemingly getting worse by the moment. The spirit of fear breathed in deeply, reveling in the situation, and let out a happy sigh.(14) JackxElsa: The cold...9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Glancing behind him, his army of nightmares stepping up from the gray clouds behind him.
"Do you smell that?" he said, a hand gesturing to the city below. "That is fear, my pets. Isn't it wonderful?"
His hand extended, and with a flourish, dark sand rose from the kingdom. One by one, the sand turned from formless threads of dark power into nightmares that added to his army, neighing in anger and excitement when they came to be.
His preparations were almost complete. Now, all he needed to do was wait for his pawn to finish off
Time Traveller's EngagementExactly ten years from tomorrow, we'll be married here. My wife doesn't know that, of course. In a certain sense, neither do I.Time Traveller's Engagement4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's a beautiful spot, now. Now meaning today, when the sunlight is still pure, and the sky is still blue. The ivy still climbs in green snakes up the side of her father's chateau, the pennants of the House of Renard are snapping gaily over the towers.
I hear a lilting laugh that even now sends my heart into my throat. Euryale Renard. She is only a girl today, no older than my little sister is in the days I left behind. Even at twelve, my Ury's curls catch the sun like molten amber, with a flower basket flung wide as she runs. Behind her tumble the Twins, her best friends, their giggles almost as musical as my Ury's, their golden hair belying the poison in their hearts. I remember the snarl on Cassandra's lips as she spilled out her wine glass on the floor after Ury's father toasted our engagement. I remember wiping Chloe's spit from my eye on the same
(10) JackxElsa: ...the winter storm.The sun started to set beneath the horizon as Jack Frost sped through the air of Arendelle, riding the icy winds to catch his targets. Although he didn't feel right about leaving Elsa behind, he was, at least, reassured that the Ice Queen could defend herself when push came to shove. After all, she learned his tricks.(10) JackxElsa: ...the winter storm.10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He pushed thoughts of her aside. It wasn't the time for an ego boost. He had much more pressing matters to attend to -- like the horde of nightmares before him. In the middle of his conversation with the blonde, he spotted them outside the perimeter of Elsa's castle. They appeared to have been ready to ambush the Ice Queen when her guard was down.
His grip on his staff tightened.
Not if I have anything to say about it. Pitch isn't getting anywhere near Elsa.
And with that thought and increasing determination, he sped up to catch up to his targets as they weaved through the mountain range. Raising his staff, the winter spirit shot bla
DivorceBefore that day,Divorce1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sunday mornings had never occurred to me.
I must have slept through their every summons:
I never knew the time sensitive ritual of finding matching socks,
forcing “nice” shoes over misshapen toes,
the silent pact we would share with the warm cushions of the divan
waiting for Mother to ready us, memories that settle in the guts
like a madstone, which I could then pull out of my old cadaver
to save myself in the next life.
There were a few moments. Like that time, in the garage,
basking in Father’s sunrise sorcery as he fired his magic timing light
into the fluttering lungs of an engine, or when he let me aim
the water at his bucket, poorly, while he carved something
otherworldly into stubborn dirt.
I held nothing near of Sundays, nothing sacred, nothing dreaded,
save for the occasional shameful confusion
I would coax from my belly with dogged chimes
of christmas bells haranguing the church congregation
with their infernal sequence, hanging like nervou
(12) JackxElsa: EscapeHer breath came in puffs as she struggled against the chains that held her. The storm outside was intensifying. The wind and snow were unrelenting as they buffeted the bars to her cell window. Her eyes met the sight with fear -- fear for the citizens, fear for her sister who had gone out to meet her and had apparently not returned to the castle...and fear for her own life.(12) JackxElsa: Escape9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Prince Hans had visited her earlier. He wanted her to end the storm...but she couldn't.
If I could've, I would've done so by now.
She didn't want to hurt anyone. She didn't mean for this storm to happen. She just wanted to live with everyone...
...wanted to be able to live her life without fear.
But that wasn't to be. Everything at that moment was the complete opposite, as fear was what filled her heart the most. Especially now... that she was sentenced her to death for treason -- treason against her own kingdom, her own home.
Tears stung at the side of her eyes. She knew that
(15) JackxElsa: ...never bothered...With a yell, a shot rang out from Jack's staff, sending it towards the nightmare as they maneuvered above Arendelle and through the stormy winds. When that missed, he sent out another, and another, relentlessly firing at the dark horse.(15) JackxElsa: ...never bothered...9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He couldn't believe the stunt that Pitch tried to pull. He had taken Jack's own form and used it to get to Elsa. If it weren't for his too-close-for-comfort timing...Elsa would've been plunged into an endless nightmare until who knows what would've happened.
Gripping his staff harder, he charged it with as much power as he could -- pouring in all his anger and frustration of the moment into it. Positioning himself directly behind the nightmare as it ascended higher and higher into the sky, he sent the blast flying. The charge went right through the nightmare and kept soaring into the gray clouds above...
...and had hit something that yet out a yell of pain.
Jack's eyes narrowed suspiciously at the all-too-familiar yell as he shot through t
(8) JackxElsa: Let It GoThe Ice Princess-turned-Queen trudged through the thick snow that lined the mountain. She didn't know how long she had ran, she didn't know where she was going...but she only knew that she had to get away from Arendelle.(8) JackxElsa: Let It Go10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Why did she have to run? The reason was simple: Because they had found out. In a moment of weakness, in an attempt to protect herself and with a mistake of her sister taking off her glove and not giving it back, she created a wall of jagged spikes and revealed the existence of her powers.
The look on their guests faces showed mixes of astonishment, horror and worst of all...fear. They feared her magic. They feared her abilities and what she could do with them. They feared her and called her a "monster". Her own fear and sense of self-preservation took over, and she fled the castle grounds, running across the lake...
...and now, here she was.
She hugged herself as the storm raged on, buffeted by the unrelenting snow, and regret filling her being.
Anything you can find:"They're wicked," whispers Deputy Mack, when he thinks we aren't listening. "Beautiful, but wicked."Anything you can find:2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It makes Noah smirk from the front desk, where Clara Wynn, the dispatcher, is sneaking him sips from her hip flask while she profiles him. DePrince, she writes, Noah Thomas. Age: 12. Hair: Black. She puzzles over the color of his eyes before penning gray on the line, a rarity that gives us an edge, which we use like a scalpel. Noah flickers eyes like new nickels whenever we want something. Today is the Friday after the funeral and we are sick for answers, so we ask Clara if she will take our mug shots.
"I'll find some film," she says, disappearing into the back room. The door taps shut behind her. Deputy Mack and Sheriff Spellis are still arguing about us in the office, their voices a low rumble of contention, so we slip off our chairs and spread out through the station.
"Obituaries, photos, police reports," says Noah, fanning a stack of files across the desk. "Hur
(1) JackxElsa: Guardian's BlessingHe first met her by an accident. A mishap with one of North’s snow globes, as a matter of fact.(1) JackxElsa: Guardian's Blessing10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One moment, he was getting back at Bunnymund for poking fun at his hoodie and hair with a plan that involved a pile of snowballs, the Easter Bunny’s boomerang and an oblivious elf that was playing with one of the snow globes, and the next moment, he was –
– apparently staring into another pair of rather…small blue eyes.
Startled, he yelped and tripped backwards in midair until his head collided with the ceiling. Giggles erupted from the owner of the blue eyes as he nursed the bump that he felt was going to be on his head.
“Ha ha. Very funny,” he said with his trademark smirk, gathering his bearings to take a better look at the other occupant of the room.
He blinked. Huh. It was a baby.
Judging by the pink color scheme that was generously used around the room, he guessed that it was a baby girl. She looked to be less than a year old – or at lea