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Day 12: Pumpkin Patch“Do babies come pumpkin patches?” the little girl asked her pregnant mother, Raven.
“Cabbage patches sweetheart,” her father, Nathan, interjected.
“Oh.” She skipped along the lines of pumpkins growing, looking for the pumpkin she was going to take home. She stopped by one and knelt down to look at it.
“Do you like that one?” Raven smiled, a hand on her growing bump.
She turned and grinned as she spotted a big one. “This one!” She jumped up and pointed at it.
Nathan chuckled and set about picking it for her.
“Mummy! I like doing this!” she smiled.
“I imagine you do green fingers.” Raven squeezed her daughter's shoulder, proud of her nature mage daughter.
Day 11: Giving ThanksAsliria peered into the living room and saw Lazarus and Chase were still asleep after their night out. She then quickly hurried out of Chase's place and started jogging. She smiled as she saw a few other worshippers heading into the church and slowed to a walk as she entered.
The church wasn't as ornate as some of the pictures and testimonials from the old world talked about but the building carved out of the rock was fancier than most. The windows were high and arched and the carvings and paintings on the walls featured scenes from the Bible.
She sat down on one of the pews and put her hands together before the service began.
I am thankful for everything you have given me, grateful for the support I have and the love I have from my friends and Chase.
Day 10: Soup“Is it, edible?” Maxwell asked, prodding the bowl with his spoon.
“Yes, of course.” Daniel looked at his brother confused. “Amelia wolfs it down. She likes my soup.”
Maxwell looked sceptical at him. “Really?”
“Hm.” He dipped his spoon in, retrieved a small amount and tentatively put it in his mouth. He then shrugged as he swallow. “Well, if mum finds me dead in my bed tomorrow, she'll know who to blame.”
“Thanks Maxie,” Daniel sighed, rolling his eyes.
Day 9: FootballMiles flicked around the channels on the TV then stopped on the England football game. He then turned to his friend Skyler and her partner wizardmon, who was currently reading his friends essay.
He thought for a moment about asking if Wizardmon could actually understand what he was reading then decided against it and instead said, “I've never understood football.”
“Hm?” She looked over at him.
“Football. All the guys at school and college talked about football as the be all and end all but me, I never saw the appeal.” He tossed the controller aside and sighed.
“If you're not watching the TV, can you turn it off?” She looked up at him in amusement, though slightly irritated.
“Yeah sorry.” He flicked it off and started for his bedroom. “I need to go anyway. I've got a shift at the hospital.”
“Deliver those babies well,” she called back to him then prayed that none of her future paramedic colleagues would
Day 8: A New Jacket“Why aren't you wearing a coat?” She was dragging her own coat on as she asked him.
All around them, others were packing up and getting ready to leave as well after the lecture.
He shrugged. “Just don't wanna.” He looked at her sideways. “Why is it such an issue to you?”
She shrugged back. “You're my friend. I don't want you to be sick.” She slipped her backpack on, grimacing.
“Don't worry about me, I'll be fine.”
“Hm...” She shrugged and the two walked out of the room, making sure that at least their student lanyards were showing so none of the security staff would stop them.
Stepping out of the building, the wind hit them full on in their faces, slamming waves of water into their face.
“Holy...!” he cried then coughed as he struggled to swallow the great gulp of air that had been forced into his mouth.
They hurried for shelter to get their bearings briefly.
“Um, yeah. I've changed my mind. I nee
Day 7: Rainy DayPulling her hood up, she ran off the main street and into one of the residential side streets that most people ignored saved for the city's inhabitants.
Rain bounced off the coat's hood as she hurried up the sodden street, pass the private school and the health centre and further on up until she spotted the double glazed door she had been searching for. It announced to all the world that it belonged to BELL STREET and had a keypad beside the door.
She walked quickly to the door of an apartment block, keyed in her pass code and the light turned green on the keypad allowing her to enter. She stepped quickly in, the door shut behind her and she dragged the hood down and looked to the mirror in the porch.
“Ugh, my hair is a mess,” she muttered. She opened the next door and stepped into the lobby her apartment building. A quick nod to the guard before going to the stairs.
“Can't get above 1st floor I'm afraid,” the guard announced.
“Pardon?” she asked, tu
Day 6: Cooler WeatherAiden shivered as the wind penetrated through his clothes and flesh right down to his bones. He pulled his hat further down onto his head and stamped his feet. He looked over to the car in the middle of the car park and his shadows confirmed that his apprentice was doing exactly as she had been told.
Why did everyone insist on having water nearby whenever they asked for a meeting with the Shadow Committee? Shadow mages hate water!
He shivered again, wrapping his arms around him then looked up as the car lights flashed twice. He stood straight and heard his shadows inform him that his contact was here.
A scowling man approached. “Here.”
Aiden took the file from him, gave the man a small bag then watched the man walk away.
“What's that file?” Raven asked, looking up at her mentor as he got back in the car.
“None of your business,” he said, quickly flicking through the file. “You're not ready yet.”
She shrugged and started up the car, more d
Day 5: Warm DrinksSnow floated down gently and settled on the small white carpet that covered the garden. It was clear from the lack of foot prints that Skyler was the first home again, which was a good thing in her opinion. She headed straight for the door, unlocked it and ducked inside.
A moment to listen carefully then she dared to breath, “wizardmon?”
She frowned. “Wizardmon?”
A purple wizard's hat, green eyes and pointy blue ears appeared at the bottom of the stairway, staring at Skyler. The eyes widened in delight and the eyes, ears and hat gained a body, arms and feet as the wizardmon hurried into the kitchen and hugged her.
Skyler laughed, bent down and gave him a quick hug. “Hey my friend. Any activity from the gate?”
“No, all quiet.” He had been watching her laptop all day whilst it scanned the open digital gates for any sign of the darkness starting to spread further across Witchlney, his home.
“In that case then, I think tea is
Day 4: PuddlesAwen stepped in the puddle with her wellington boots then, having discovered it wasn't going to hurt to do so, she jumped into it and a small amount of water splashed onto her boots.
“Puddle!” she smiled then jumped up again. Before she could land though, her dada grabbed her cuddled her.
“Yes, puddles. You can splash in puddles with your new wellies another day though.”
“Aww!” She pouted.
He shook his head. “But come on. Mama will be waiting for us at the fair.”
“Fair! Mud! Puddles! Splash! Splash! Splash!” Awen cried loudly, wiggling and kicking her dada with her boots.
“Yes, and poorly ribs for dada.” Edward winced as he started walking again.
CursedWhen I was five I told my teacher that my mother magically appeared whenever I was doing something wrong.
Miss Jones laughed. “All mothers do that, Jill.”
So it wasn’t until I was about thirteen that I realised that my mother was unusual in this respect. Picking my nose, yelling at a friend, trying to copy someone else’s homework—no matter how far apart we were, if I did something bad my mother would abruptly appear at my side glaring at me.
And she still does.
Mum doesn’t talk that much about my curse. I only know that it came from my father. Well, he was Mum’s husband—he wasn’t actually my father. Hence the curse, I suppose. I’ve never met him but he’s some kind of natural magician. Very rare.
The situation felt bearable as a child. I didn’t know any different and I was reassured by it, to be honest. But as a teenager going through a rebellious phase… Smoking, bit of graffiti, kissing boys. And more. My mot
Gossiping Wallflowers (FFM Day 16)Every day, they peel the tape from my eyelids and pry them open for moisturizing drops. It is routine. Tape, drops, sop up the mess with Kleenex, and tape again. Machines bleep around me. The tube in my throat presses tight against muted vocal cords.
It's only on Tuesdays I hear the gaudy pastel wallpaper flowers talking. The flash of fluttering pistons and bright green stems imprints on my mind the knowledge that they see all, hear all, know all. Tuesdays. Family day.
"Oh, it's that devil man again," Petunia whispers, her voice puckering in the heavy air. Hers are the most vibrant petals, thriving on the drama and the turmoil. Acting the ringleader, Petunia is the first to know--and the first to spill the beans--about anything that happens in the building.
"Hush, Petunia!" Violet hisses. The bite in her voice surprises me; always shy, she hides herself in the wind. I squint, trying to catch a gl
Sky Sapphire (FFM Day 18)In a field of cool, damp grass and bright dandelions, she watches the sky shift and breathe above her. A comet blazes a trail across the blue-purple expanse, her eyes swimming with specks and circles. She closes them tight, clears her mind, and clears her throat. "I wish I was prettier. I wish I could shine."
A sharp, icy pain washes over her skin. Her muscles tighten and contort. Her bones creak, crackle, and pop out of place at odd angles. Her breathing tightens. Slows. Stops as the world goes dark, the moon fading from gaze.
A week later, she is on display in a local museum--heavily guarded and under lock and key. Her picture goes viral, then national. People swarm the fields of Tennessee, hoping to stumble across their own sapphire fallen from the sky.
The Winds of Lunar ChangeThe Winds of Lunar Change: A Future Tale on a Part of the Solar Neighborhood
Retired Col. Franklin Liebnitz coughed as he waited for the technicians to ready his pressurized car, loosening his necktie. And I’m pressed for time, the aging man groaned impatiently. It should be done by now! Officially, he was here as part of the American delegation for the lunar festivities surrounding the 100th Anniversary of Apollo 11's landing. But that was still a few days away.
“There is someone I am eager to meet,” he sighed at the chief technician at main hangar. “Is it finished yet?”
“Da,” the man nodded before sliding into a thickly accented English. “It is done. Is there anything else you need, sir?”
“Nothing. Just – finish what you need to do.”
Franklin bit back a cringe. The Moon’s was formally international territory and open to all mankind. But aside from a handful of scatte
FFM 16: The Hand That FeedsSilence falls in the throneroom. Many wait for the peasant to continue, while others watch the king for a sign of reaction. The vast majority, though, keep their eyes on the stoic guardian two feet to the right of the throne.
“I’m sorry?” The king finally asks, more amused than anything else.
“I said we’re not going to take it anymore,” the street urchin repeats, holding his chin up. “We will not abide your corruption any longer.”
“Who is this we, precisely?”
“We, the people.”
“People,” King Tefris almost giggles. “What a funny way to view yourselves. Do you happen to know what happens when lowly pests challenge the might of greater creatures?”
More of the audience is watching the King’s attack dog now, awaiting some sign of movement, but the pauper silently keeps his gaze trained on the lord of the land. He cannot look at the warrior or
FFM21: Fairies in SpaceRoseblight tugged the cover off the control panel, grateful the last idiot hadn't tightened the screws. After a moment, it came free. The multicolored wires threaded through countless, complicated looking bits of plastic and metal. It was like a sad little garden, choking on weeds and garbage.
“Roseblight to Muddywaters, Roseblight to Muddywaters, I'm in, do you hear me?” she asked. She had cast a communication spell earlier, but that was while she was out in the green. By nature, magic was persnickety. It had a tendency to falter around iron. This “space ship” wasn't made of iron, but there were traces of it everywhere.
“Muddywaters to Roseblight, I do hear you, mi'lady.”
She didn't have time to relax. The humans would be back soon. They had to be quick. She scanned the mess of wires. The red and blue configuration wasn't entirely unexpected, but it was unfortunate. It was one of three designs Muddywaters had been unable to study.
“We have a p
FFM 2014: The Selkie He watched the waves and waited, every night, bringing only a blanket and the shuttered lantern with one side left open to light the way. And every night she came, stepping onto the shore and slipping out of her second skin, shivering and wet, her dark hair in dripping tangles about her shoulders. Still as lithe and moon-pale as the first day he’d seen her so many years before. Still as remote and unfathomable as the sea.
He never asked questions, never tried to speak at first, just handed her the blanket and wrapped one arm around her as they made their way up the shore to the Lighthouse. Still dripping she would visit the children’s room, and watch them sleeping as the first blush of dawn touched the horizon.
He’d make her breakfast; pancakes were the favourite, and by the time the kids were ready to get up she would be herself again, loud and smiling and present, and the wildness o
After the WarI have left the war behind me, but the war has never left me.
It's not just the scar on my arm – usually hidden by long-sleeved shirts, but huge and ugly, a reminder of the moment when it all ended (I lay sprawled on my back, bleeding heavily, looking up at the enemy standing triumphant over me and knowing there was nothing I could do to save myself)...
It's not just the old war-habits that die hard: start and end every day with stretches, work out every day, practice agility and swordplay; always keep a wall to my back, or better yet a corner; always watch entrances; always watch for sudden movements, for anything that looks out of place; never sleep without a weapon at my bedside...
It's not just the fact that I treat every obstacle as a battle to be fought, that everything is strategy and sacrifices and optimization. It's not just that I step naturally into a leader's role, that I must sometimes remember that my friends are that – friends – that they are not
Texts From Last Night Prompt 105(917):
Reason # 294827284949272 i could never be a cop. I would just shoot. All the time. Ppl. Animals. Inanimate objects. Air.
"PUT THE GUN DOWN!"
"I was within my rights!"
"PUT IT DOWN NOW!"
"But they said I was doing so well!"
Caleb's eye twitched as he held the broom over his head. "Put it down, or I'm going to smack you," he growled through clenched teeth. Gabriel just stared at him askance, the handgun still cradled in his fingers. "Don't you-"
The redhead screamed and began swinging the broom around madly, smashing the straw onto Gabriel's head as the younger android ran from him.
"They said I'd make a good officer! I was within my rights to shoot!"
"THEY DIDN'T SAY TO SHOOT EVERYTHING THAT'S IN SIGHT!!!"
Day 02: Snowball FightsNakesha sighed as she sat fidgeting in her seat, eyes on her watch.
Just as restless next to her was Isaiah, bouncing slightly in his seat with his eyes on the clock on the classroom wall.
All around them, their classmates were in the same state of fidgety state, all watching the clock.
The teacher had noticed and was looking forward to having time to himself in the classroom to finish his marking before he himself went on the Winter Break.
"WAHOOOOOOOO!" yelled Isaiah, throwing his books, paper and stationery up into the air.
Nakesha ducked and her shadows protected her from the falling debris. "Thanks Isaiah," she commented sarcastically.
"That bell is for me, not you," the teacher said but was interrupted by a student yelling, "IT'S SNOWING!"
Instantly, everyone ran for the window and hoots of delight rang out.
"SNOW BALL FIGHT!"
"WOO! HA HA!" This was Isaiah, who was looking delighted.
"Oh what's the point?" the teacher bemoaned. "Go! Th
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