If Kronos Drank MilkWhen I was little, Mama always told me that you couldn't swear by God's name, because then He might expect you to do something for him. So she always swore by milk. I felt very enlightened.More Like This
"Milk," she'd mutter whenever I forgot to hang up the laundry, "I've raised a useless child." Or, sometimes it was more like, "Milk! Jessie, get outta that tree, girl!" Things like that.
People would always look at us strangely, and not because Mama and I looked so different. We'd be in the store and Mama would be muttering "milk" at the oddest times, and I'd be standing on the other side of the aisle with my hands hiding in the edges of my coat pockets.
Even when I was a teenager, Mama would still make me take a shower at 8:30 so that she could brush my hair before she went to bed. She made me grow it out, and I felt like an Indian because it was so dark and it hadn't been cut since I was four. Every night, I'd sit in front of the decaying couch on a stool and let Mama brush my hair while she watch
Spark"He'll hit on anything, if it's gorgeous enough."More Like This
Isa's bright tone was convincing enough to fool Era and Sax, who were both caught up in the argument about Flik's tendency to flirt and never be serious. So it was only Liz who noticed the slight hint of bitterness underlying her small voice. She knew what the shy girl must be thinking: 'which naturally means, not me.'
While it was hard to tell if Isa had a crush on Flik or not, Liz realized that either way the bookworm felt inadequate since she was the only one that Flik didn't hit on on a regular basis. In Liz's opinion, if Isa chucked the glasses, she might be something beautiful.
It was just Flik needed a spark.
Pai had a spark. The way that the captain never gave up, never surrendered, and still stayed positive impressed Flik to no end. As did the good-natured way she fended off Flik's far-from-serious advances. In practically everything she did, Pai had a spark.
Spook had a spark. How she was always cool and collected. The wa
The Emby and Draggo StoryLet's just say this was NOT on my list of 'best days ever.'More Like This
Actually, I'm pretty sure it qualifies for 'worst day EVER IN THE HISTORY OF EVERS,' but I'm getting ahead of myself.
And before I forget, the name's Emby, as in Emby Is The Most Amazing Girl Ever. That's my full name. For real. But you can call me Emby.
It all started this morning, when I'd woken up. Even then today had sucked because I HATE mornings. LOATHE them. If I ruled the world everyone would be nocturnal, sleep the morning and run around in the afternoon and evening.
"Get up you lazy fart!" screeched the bat. I hate bats. They remind me of my stepmother. Somehow I'd ended up living with bats anyway, mostly because they lived my nocturnal life style.
"SHUDDUP!" I screamed at the bat, waving my arms around and moaning as the sunlight filtered down from the forest and into the cave hit my eyes. "What are you even doing awake? Stupid bat: It's MORNING!"
This caused the bat to pause.
"Yeah," I mumbled, rolling over off the
Midnight ThoughtsSax woke up, uncharacteristic tears welling up in her eyes as the horrid memory replayed itself in her minds eye, continued from the nightmare. It had been so long since that had all happened and sometimes she would forget about it for a while, living a normal life. But it always came back, in her dreams, taunting her, reminding her of how helpless she'd been.More Like This
Why can't whatever deity is out there pick on someone else? Why me?
It had been a while since the memories had plagued her like this, but then Caine had shown up.
The old obsession had come back in a rush, the fear, and the distrust of men, especially flirtatious and charming ones. Like Him. Like Caine. Sax sighed, holding her head in her hands. He didn't suspect any of it- she was certain of that. But she knew Spook was worried. The technician was certainly making no effort to mask her own suspicions about the janitor, but Spook was getting almost obsessive about it now, jumping in at the slightest sign of "danger"
When The Train Got YouI've suddenly realized I can't remember what color your eyes wereMore Like This
It's a small detail, but I feel so guilty
How could I not remember?
Blue? Blue gray?
Not green or hazel, that's for sure
But I do remember your hair when it was long and blond, flying all over the place as you pushed me down the halls on that coat hanger thing
I remember when you cut that long gorgeous hair of yours and I didn't recognize you for the whole first period because of it
I remember your mischievous grin and the way you called me Scotty after the Star Trek character
I remember the time you ate those berries even though I feared they might be poisonous
I remember the sleepover we had, just us two, three years ago. We stayed up so late, walked to the park in the dark and climbed the tall pine tree, joking around and trying to count the stars. I remember how your mother bought whipped cream that day. You loved whipped cream. We had it on strawberries, one bowl each for breakfast.
I had whipped cream on my ice cre
Flora, Fawna, and Flik"Oh no, you're starting to wilt here, I'll give you a bit more water."More Like This
Isa picked up the small gray jug of water and poured a few more drops into the yellow begonia plant. It was indeed drooping compared to the rest of her carefully tended to indoor garden and it was almost blooming time for the little flower. Isa was looking forward to the yellow flowers that the begonia plant produced and she certainly didn't want it dying.
"There that should do it." Leaning back on her heels, Isa surveyed the small garden. It took up the back of her room, hidden behind the mountains of books that inhabited the rest of her live quarters. She'd set up some special lights which emitted the type of light energy her plants needed and so far her longest surviving plant was the Rhododendron, standing stately in the right part with bright green leaves and purple blossoms.
Isa didn't think anyone else knew about her garden. After all, she never talked about it. It was her own little secret. No one
Promise Me"Promise me." He whispered.More Like This
She leaned forward, hands flying in horror to either side of his face to wipe the thin layer of sweat covering his brow. He felt so warm, unnaturally warm. This was all her fault. Sax knew, she knew, damn it, it was thirty-seven minutes, not twenty-seven. But no, she'd just had to go with her impulses. Her stupid emotions. And now now it had come to this.
Bright pale red eyes bored into hers, shining with forgiveness and love and peace. He wasn't mad. He couldn't be mad. This was Flik after all. He always understood, always forgave her. Her co-pilot knew she hadn't meant it. Flik understood mistakes.
He gasped in pain, clutching his tight stomach with one hand. "Sax," he wheezed, lurching forward. "Sax, please promise me "
"Anything." She said, feeling tears well up in the corners of her eyes. They'd be red and puffy for hours now, but none of that mattered. "Anything Flik."
Biting back a sob, Sax pressed closer. "What?" with a shaking
You Are Who You Are"Aaaand There! I think we're done!"More Like This
Era stepped back to let her client get the best view of herself in the big full length mirror. Wiping her forehead, Era grinned with satisfaction. This latest project had been two whole hours of makeup, accessorizing and trying on of clothes. It had actually taken a bit out of them both.
But the results spoke for themselves. A small Irken now stood in front of the mirror wearing a light blue dress. The dress was medieval style with long flowing sleeves and sparkling ribbons tastefully arranged around the edges. Finishing the arrangement was a blue choker necklace with a white pearl.
"Well? What do you think?" Era asked.
With a small smile, Isa stared at the new image in the mirror. "Wow Era, it looks wonderful. You really are quite good at this makeover stuff."
"Thanks." Era grinned. "I dare say you look quite wonderful!"
"Yes " Isa mused to herself. "This this might finally do it."
"Hmm? Do what?"
Isa started, not realizing she'd
JoltsYou're a tornadoMore Like This
the body is a wave
that crashes violently
against the shore
with the sound of seagulls
laugh and delight
Our world is shivering
in a tornado
as the sea sleeps
Writing MemeI. Choose up to five (5) of your favorite original story characters that will embark in this role-play. If you don't have five (5) then leave them blank (or create a character on the spot!) Be sure to give a little description of them:More Like This
1. Spook- Spook doesn't tend to relate well with many people. She works on first impressions and if someone disagrees with something she feels strongly about, or if someone just annoys her she isn't afraid to threaten them.
She does have her gentler side however and loves to goof around, have fun, and dance. When she DOES take a liking to someone, she is open, and funny. It doesn't look like she cares about anyone, and she sometimes doesn't mean for this to be so. She actually cares deeply for each of her few friends.
2. Sax- Sax is short-tempered, sarcastic and at times, can be verbally violent. She also has a bit of a habit of swearing. She has a slightly depressing outlook on life, and it's pretty hard to win an argument against her. Like S