Frozen Over: The Winter ChildMore Like This
It was a cool night this year on All Hallows Eve. Many trick or treaters wore warm coats over their costumes to keep out the biting cold. Just as 44 year-old Maureen Charleston was about to bring her empty candy bucket inside, a group of young trick or treaters walked up to her porch.
"I'm sorry kids but I'm fresh out of candy." she said to them as she turned the bucket inside out. "I'm afraid I have nothing left to--" she stopped mid-sentence when her firstborn daughter Ellen emerged from the house holding a full bucket of candy. The fresh bucket looked small next to Ellen's pregnant belly, which was full with child.
"Sorry I'm late." she said to her mother as she put the bucket down. "I wanted to put my costume on before I came outside." She then put her witch's hat on to complete her costume. While mother and daughter both dressed as witches, one little boy noticed although Ellen was clearly younger the younger of the two, she had snow-
Introducing MiraIntroducing Mira the Rus'More Like This
-The sun was beginning to set over the city of Kiev. The clouds began to roll towards the Asian steppes and the stars began to pierce through the night time sky. Snow covered the streets, the house tops, the stone walls, everything. Lamp lighters began making their rounds. The average Kievan citizens retired for the evening. Parents called out to their children who were busy playing in the snow. Night time was no place for a child. The night belonged to an entirely different cast of characters. Soldiers from the local barracks searched for a good time. Virile and rowdy teenage boys, who fancy themselves men, poured into the streets. Serb bandits scoured the streets looking for easy pray. Greek traders sold their goods. Old drunks and working girls began to crowd the bars. My oh my, this was no place for a child.
Charlie: RulesMore Like This
Charlie lay in her bed, her fingers idly tracing patterns on her gravid belly as she watched TV in her bedroom. She felt a twitch and her belly dropped flat like a rapidly deflating balloon. She frowned in slight disappointment and reached over for the stop-watch and digital audio recorder on her nightstand. After turning the TV off, she started the recorder and stopped the watch. "October 22, Friday. Bedroom. Time is 10:37pm. Belly's gone back to normal, start time was 4:03pm for time of..." She pursed her lips in concentration as she mentally calculated, "Six hours, thirty-four minutes." She lay her hand on the bare skin of her stomach, "As normal, no signs that anything ever happened, no stretchmarks, no swelling, nothing."
She rolled on to her side and grabbed a notebook from the nightstand with a series of start and stop times, adding in the latest entry. "Okay, with this one, average time is..." she scribbled some math out on the margin, "Average time is eight hours, fifteen minu
Charlie, the Origin StoryCHAPTER 1More Like This
It was a harsh day in the desert. The hot winds whipped the sand in to an obscuring fog around the small oasis. Outside the tent a horse whinnied its complaint as its master negotiated with the old man inside.
"Fifteen coin is plenty for this work," Tagecaf said standing over the older Udaga who was fiddling with a crudely sewn hood where he sat on the floor across the small table. "It's not much to look at."
Old Udaba lips cracked to a smile on his wrinkled face. "Ah, but don't let its appearance fool you." He turned the hood over, looking at the rough stitching fondly. "I'm not much of a tailor, that is true, but my true craft, that I know well..." He turned his eyes up to Tagecaf, "Besides, we had agreed on forty-five, you offend me with a mere third of that."
Tagecaf shook his his head and hissed derisively, stroking his beard.
Udaba laughed softly. "Unbelievable. I offer you for sale a magic that could let you steal whatever you most desire..." he shook the hood at Tagec
Charlie: InterimMore Like This
Charlie squirmed to the side. There was a pain right beneath the left side of her ribcage where something was poking. Someone. She stopped walking and grimaced for the third time, pressing her fingers against a distorted swell on the left side of her gravid middle. Rubbing the offending spot she balanced herself by holding on to a bike rack. "Ow, quit it."
She lifted the hem of her shirt over her swollen middle and looked at it critically. It was annoyingly lopsided. Everything had been going fine up until a few minutes ago when she happened upon someone to join the original guest she had snagged earlier that morning. The second one seemed to have 'landed' crooked or was very anti social and trying to get away from the original occupant as it seemed to be predominately laying on the left side of her belly making it distort asymmetrically. No prodding and poking would remedy the situation.
With a tsk she lowered her shirt back over her tummy and tried too smooth the imperfection for the
Charlie: Upwardly Mobile (part 1)More Like This
Charlie huffed blowing a strand of hair from her face and slouched with an elbow on the counter. The stool pinched her butt randomly where it was cracked when she shifted in a certain as yet undefined way. The kiosk was smelled heavily of pretzels which she initially found pleasant but now haunted her dreams. It was cramped with the appliances to produce and bake them, giving her barely enough room to squeeze around them under ideal conditions.
It was the end of week two of her summer internment at the ‘Pretzelmaniacal’ booth at the local mall. Week one consisted of her brief training and was the longest period of time she had seen her boss. On the second week she was turned loose to run the little food kiosk on her own, only seeing Elise at the end of the afternoon when the owner/manager took over. Charlie at first was pleased at trust she assumed she had been entrusted with but then quickly realized that the booth could be run by a trained monkey. Not even a particu
Charlie: Upwardly Mobile (part 2)More Like This
Jon turned his Camaro down the street that his house was on with a squeal of tires. He smirked at the sound, undoubtedly imagining how cool he looked. Derrick couldn’t really say anything about Jon’s beater of a car since he didn’t have one and was reliant on the older boy for rides. Summer vacation was here and he didn’t want to get stuck bumming rides from his parents or sister so he just nodded with a smile when Jon looked over to him.
Jon seemed satisfied by the wordless exchange and then broke into conversation mid sentence, “It’s going to be a good summer man. I got some work with a construction company, going to make much bank and have all my nights and weekends open.”
“Yeah, you know it,” Derrick agreed. Jon had graduated and was supposedly heading to the local community college. He wasn’t a bad baseball player and had won a minor scholarship to offset the cost of school but seemed to have it in his head that community
Beached The Expanded TalesMore Like This
"Get it Jeffy!" pinged Elu's voice down into the depths where 'Jeffy' pursued the lobster. It scuttled backwards under a shelf of coral out of his reach. Jeffy, or Jeffrey rather, circled around the outcropping looking for a way to get at it. Somewhere in the brightness above him where the sun was shining into the water Elu offered him critique on his form. "Don't approach the hard shelled from the front, they dart for the protective cover with a flick of thier tails, get between them and their refuge!". This came to Jeffery as a series of squeeks and clicks, Elu's native tongue which he translated easily...speaking it however..."Jeffy know, Jeffy try!" was the best he could manage.
Normally she'd be taking a more active role in hunting but pregnant as she was, she wasn't as agile as she normally was nor did she have the stamina, which left him on his own to be provider. He clenched his teeth and went flat on the sandy bottom, peering beneath the rock. I could just se
Prego and the Phoenix: Arabella - OneLooks like I've made a horrid mistake. I don't know how I could have been so stupid to have let it happen but I did. Now here I am, alone and pregnant with the whole world against me and they don't even know what's real or not. They just go by what they see Not the facts.More Like This
Never, ever marry if you have any sort of doubt. I'm not talking about the little jitters before the marriage where you're excited but scared because you have your whole life ahead of you. I mean the ones where as you're putting your wedding dress on you're going 'I think I'm making a mistake'. If that thought ever runs through your mind, you should run away and find some happiness somewhere because along the lines, you're going to be right.
Unfortunately, I didn't and now I'm stuck in this predicament and no one understand how I got there. I know exactly how I got here but other people just assume the worst and avoid me like the plague now. If you would like the know the real story, I will by all means t