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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.
FFM24: It's Raining MenShe's finally done it, Dani realized as lightning streaked across the sky, the damn writer had lost the last bit of grey matter keeping her from the cuckoo bin. The forecaster had predicted rain, but not this kind of rain. The first drop to hit the pavement was six feet tall of glistening, rippling sex beast. He should have died instantly, but since the writer was out of her vulcan mind, he landed gently beside the first and just as shirtless.
“Love me,” he said, holding out a hand.
Dani groaned, pretending not to look. This was so wrong.
All around the world, people stopped to watch this mysterious rain. Traffic stalled. Inside, the forecaster who had predicted a wonderful summer shower hid in his office, studying the readouts. It just wasn't possible. Men don't fall from the sky like rain.
“You've done it now,” Dani shouted, “Don't pretend you can't hear me. I know you're typing this right now. You have to stop this.”
Kaleen, the writer, ignored he
The Grave of GodThis crater marks the place where God and the adversary annihilated each other. No more God. No more adversary. There's nothing here now. Just me.
If you were to head west from here and climb the lip of the crater, you'd find yourself in a desert, where the sand dunes gather against the ruins. There are mountains on the horizon, pale blue. They look as distant as the moon, and they very nearly are.
In those mountains lurk creatures, ancient and colossal, constructed at the adversary's behest. They barely move anymore, for there is no-one left here to kill. Though their bodies have become part of the landscape, their eyes never close. They will lie waiting for all eternity.
Beyond the mountains are the riverlands, where used to be settlements and forests, all of which have long since rotted. North you might find what remains of Telassar, the capital city of the angels. Half underwater now, with its mighty bridge broken, only the palace stands proud of the sea, and it too is dead.
The Earth-Queen's SorrowThe earth-queen's son was born in springtime, and his birth was heralded with crocuses and fresh green and a splendor of sunlight. Through summertime he grew, golden and beautiful, dearer to her than the wind itself.
Then autumn came, and the leaves ran red with his blood. He fell, and withered, an empty husk of brown.
Winter came: in her sorrow, the earth-queen swept the world with white. Snow would be his shroud and his finery. The chill in the air would mirror the cold emptiness in her heart. Ice would cover her lakes and rivers and the wounds of her soul; and her frozen tears would fall from the heavens as tiny flakes of crystal.
The winter drew on, and many died under the cold weight of the earth-queen's sorrow. At last the people chose a hero to go to her, to beg for mercy.
They fitted her with fatted leather boots, with a thick leather vest, with fur-lined gloves and a fur-lined cloak. “You go into the heart of winter,” they told her. “Give no quarter to the co
FFM 23: Trophies“And this one, I got after I slayed the vampire of Gershon,” the Hunter announced, pointing at the two holes tattooed on his neck. “When I battled the Odd Ones in Goblith Forest, I got this one back here.” He turned to reveal chaotic black spirals twisting up his spine. “These ones--”
This had been going on too long.
Aloric stood from the bar, shrugging the furs off his shoulder. The tavern went silent as the audience’s gaze shifted. Ragged claw-marks tore down his chest, and his right bicep was encircled with a jagged ring that could only have been jaws. A cluster of arrow-sized dots marred his side, and a net a thin lines wound up one side of his face.
Leaning within inches of the hunter’s face, Aloric let out a low growl. “Anyone can buy tattoos. Scars are earned.”
FFM27: She Probably Meant WellI stared at the room from all angles while Martha, the real estate agent, stared at me in unmasked horror. She rubbed her palms against the sides of her black pencil skirt. She shifted back and forth from left foot to right foot, ready at any moment to sprint out of here.
I didn't really blame her. I got that kind of reaction from everyone. Martha must have needed the commission pretty badly to have stuck it out this well. She'd showed me the entire house, from the immaculate cellar to the spacious attic. She'd even answered all of my questions without screaming.
“I'd like to make an offer,” I said. I tried to move very slowly as I turned back around to face her. The eyes bobbed in the air. They followed me with the same extreme slowness. Big Blue, an eye the size of a tennis ball, floated in front of me. It spun in place, keeping its gaze fixed on poor Martha. The sight of it must have been too much for her, because she fainted.
“Great,” I said to no one in par
There is a Happy Land“Do you see the light?” Millie asked, elbowing her brother and pointing across the dark field.
Steven pushed his braids behind his ears and his eyes followed the line of her finger. At first, there was nothing, but then he spotted the small flash over the grass. “Fireflies?” he asked.
“Fairies, she whispered back.
Grabbing her younger brother by the hand, she dragged him towards it. Steven dug his heels into the dirt, pulling back. The field was full of weeds and sticker plants that would get stuck in his purple princess dress. “Steven!” she whined.
“No,” he protested. “It’ll ruin my dress and Dad ‘ll never let me have another one.”
Millie pulled harder, forcing him forward. “Then hold up your skirts. I can’t go without you. They said so. It’s all of us or none of us.”
The young boy gave up fighting and grabbed hold of the satin play dress. He gave a glance back at the dark house. Mom
The Prettiest StarShe touched the stone, and the stars fell down.
The world seemed to come crashing down with them, the storied tales in those fake glass stars tumbling and twirling, beautiful beacons that had brought faith to thousands; the whistling as they fell sounded like the cries of the newly hopeless.
The woman at the pedestal stood without a single twist of regret. Her posture was certain, her hands steady. Blood soaked her face, matching the crimson of her cloak as it billowed around her in the darkness, as the air filled with the white explosions of the stars around her, shattering as they sent glass splintering across the huge domed room.
"Seline, stop!" a red-haired woman screeched from the doorway, too late to stop her. She stumbled backward, shielding her eyes.
Bodies lay in the room around the pedestal Seline had just touched, broken. Their white capes were stained red, and their red-crossed shields lay shattered and abandoned. Seline's sword was stained with that blood, steaming in
FFM 2014: Day 25Jenny was seven when the first ladders appeared in the sky. No one knew where they’d come from or what they were for, but they were clearly impossible. Extruding into the atmosphere at ridiculous lengths, their tops lost in the clouds.
“It’s a sign from God.” Said her Great Aunt Mathilda. “These are the end of days and the Lord has provided us with direct access to heaven.”
Jenny was only little, but even she though that sounded a bit silly. Whatever the ladders were, surely if God was bringing about the end of world he would have had something better up his sleeve.
After a while, they became part of the landscape. Air traffic routes were greatly inhibited, but above a certain height the ladders seemed to disappear, slipping through into whatever dimension they had originated from.
Scientific expeditions were sent up, but never returned. The government tried blocking them off, but there were just so many of the damned things, so in the end they issue
OW - Reunion - RP [Part 1]Sigh. Another day to do nothing useful came. Lately, he’d been stuck on his room, reading, reading, writing a bit, and reading, all the books he already read, as they came from the last time he stepped at the library. Since then he didn’t feel the grayish sunrays properly, making his skin especially pale, almost transparent. Knew he had to do something to change this, but what? The sylph didn’t remember of anyone that actually would hear his sick thoughts and worries…. Maybe just a walk? He didn’t use his legs for days. In a closer place. Yes. Sighed again, while getting up of the bed and wearing lazily the usual clothes. He stepped outside, breathing lightly, still often touching the walls to not to fall. The courtyard could be good enough, as soon noticed not so many people were there… Ended up sitting up on one of the benches, already tired.
They were returning from a usual trip down past Moonseed, to a town, where a park was. Morpheus had a fr
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
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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