Mayternity Through Time - Ancient GreeceOn the green hills of Greece, a soft breeze blew on it with a gentle waft of crisp fresh-water from the nearby river. The fluffy cumulus and cirrus clouds in the sky, with the high summer sun shining behind them, created a beautiful scenic picture. Resting on the hills, a loving mother watched her naïve son drink in this natural beauty. The young boy giggled to his heart’s content as he jumped and rolled on the hills under his mother’s careful watch. Each time he would roll on the grass, he would get grass stains on his white toga, but neither him or his mother cared. The mother just laid back and basked in the sun’s light, her long black hair sprawled out underneath her. The woman would have loved to participate with her son’s activities, but she was burdened with another child. Her bronze-skinned hand lazily reached and caressed her large baby bump that was covered by her tunic, a prominent sign of pregnancy. The last time that she was this big was about
A Second SnowflakeThe room of the Queen and the Consort was mostly silent, the only noise coming from the bundle of blue fabric that kept the newborn warm while resting in their mother’s arms. Elsa was exhausted and still damp from sweat caused by her six hour labor but she forgot it all as she gazed down on her second child, her first boy. Just like his sister, he had inherited his father’s auburn hair but she had yet to see his eyes. He had opened them briefly but not enough to see what color they were. Maybe he had Hans’ olive eyes or her blue ones. Maybe he had the color of her parents’ or those of Hans’. Regardless of what color they would be, Elsa had no doubt they would be as beautiful as Isabella’s
Her gaze was torn away from her son when Hans took his miniature hand in his own, caressing the soft skin with his thumb and smiling when the baby wrapped his entire had around his father’s finger.
“Do you want to hold him?” Elsa whispered after a
Love StoryI see her sitting there. The sun is piercing the clouds above, slightly illuminating my way. The grass is cold but steadily warming beneath the rays. My bare feet dig deep with each step, as if the earth is accepting me. There she sits atop an ancient tree stump. Her dark hair tied up in a bun which reflects the sun’s rays, creating wonderful highlights. Her regal eye brows and long lashes draw attention to her expressive eyes. Her eyes leave nothing to guess. All is understood once you gaze into her gem like eyes.
Her high nose shows prominence while her full lips form an inviting smile. As I walk forward, a gentle wind slides over the landscape. I can see her, she is not alone. A young girl runs up to her and sits on the stump as well. The two wrap their arms around each other as I continue my slow, labored march. However, I notice something. I notice the weight of my existence slipping away. My legs no longer hurt with each step. My eyes no longer burn with each blink.
Mayternity Through Time - Victorian EnglandLady Linda Wendellfrock sat in her drawing room, sitting and looking out the window at the massive, manicured courtyard outside. She let out a haughty sigh, bored already. But it beat whatever one was supposed to do in a drawing room, which the woman of the manor did not know for sure.
Reaching for a thin string, Linda weakly tugged and, through a series of pulleys, rang a bell somewhere in the estate. As she waited for the message to be received and processed, Linda continued to gaze out the window, wondering if she should bother bullying the staff into making the hedges perfectly flat again.
Finally, Linda could hear the clattering of cups and a kettle. "Madeline, ask me how long I have been waiting for my early afternoon tea?"
"H-how long have you been waiting for your tea, Lady Wendellfrock?" Madeline chirped, slowly trying to set the tea tray down on the table next to her employer.
Linda's already tight red lips contracted a few wrinkles more, bristling at that inherited las
Romance on the BalconyIt was a hot summer night. The crickets sang their loudest song of the year. The sweltering heat of the sun was finally fading. It was a cloudless night with stars shimmering all around the sky. On the outskirts of town, on a small hill, an apartment complex sits. It is five stories tall, with a modest parking complex. Almost all the lights were out, only the main entrance’s light; the faint, blue glow of TVs illuminates some rooms here and there. However, one room was fully lit. This room was on the third floor, right corner, towards the back. Each apartment room had its own balcony. This one in particular faced the deep woods that rest behind the building. Beyond the woods, bright lights emanate from a major highway.
On the apartment balcony, there sat a porch swing. It was large, yellow green, with a thin canopy. The swing sat in the right most corner of the building and upon the swing sat a woman. Her hair was as black and glossy as fresh asphalt. It was undone and cascaded d