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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.
Under the Night Sky The flames flickered, slowly retreating from their former height to lick solely around the charred wood. Everyone had gone to bed now, there was no point in keeping the fire going, especially if it was going to go unwatched. Chantal watched it die. She was the last one remaining. She would likely be awake for some time yet. Her green eyes fell onto the tents and then to Raven. She paused; the girl was looking nervous when Chantal mentioned the Circle. She meant what she said, about it being good that Raven avoided the Circle. But... perhaps the thought made her paranoid? The little woman chuckled mirthlessly to herself. Apostates.
When the fire had finally burned pass its capacity, Chantal got up from her spot and found herself cleaning up the site. There was nothing else to do, no one to talk to, and she was fully awake. And this way, no one could claim that she did nothing. She couldn’t help earlier, there were too many people. She brought the di
Character Development - Zee1.What position does your character sleep in?
Curled around anything and everything she's sleeping with. She's rather clingy in her sleep
2.Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual?
A set of double horns and a long tail being the most noticeable. Other than that, she has piercings: left eyebrow, spetum, right madonna, snake bites, tongue, belly button, and several bone guages through her ears. Runes: A yellow 'X' on her right shoulder, a green Druidic mark on her left shoulder, and an orange heart w/ broken chain on the back of her neck. She's also got tattoos on her face, simple vertical lines under her eyes.
3.Does your character have an accent? What does it sound like?
The barest hint of a Troll accent
4.Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly?
she's emotionally crippled in a way, after a lifetime of mental abuse. She's gett
The Spaces Between Their MovesA small boat approached the barren, rocky island. The blackened and soggy remnants of other vessels stretched across the jagged stones like ladies on fainting couches, but spoke of peril as much as exhaustion. The waves grew choppy near the shore and the boat tossed, but one of the occupants expertly angled the tiller, guiding the single-sail craft safely to a tiny beach. Other boats were here as well, dragged up onto the sand but long since claimed by time and storm, no longer hoping their masters might return to sail once more.
"Are you certain?" asked the pilot, hand still on the tiller. "There is no shame in turning about, I would speak of it to no one."
"I must," said the warrior calmly. "I took a vow, never to cast aside a worthy quest." The sailor bowed his head sadly.
"Then I will return, once only, in three days as we agreed. I hope to find you waiting here victorious, but I fear we shall not speak again. I cannot see how
Just Another Second In My HeadSo, here we are at the end of the world. Well when I say world I mean the end of the human race’s input upon things. No more pollution, carbon fumes will be gone, no more coke cans on the street or McDonalds burger wrappers flying in the air. It’s just going to be nature from now on, like it should have been from the beginning, just the animals, the plants and the trees.
It’s funny really; I spent my whole life trying to save the people on this stinky piece of rock. I spent every day trying to make people happy. Trying to make their lives just that little bit more bearable and for what? So I can sit here in the back garden, with the lukewarm rain pouring over me as I watch a war unfold in front of my very eyes. Okay, So I may have been the one to start this war but that doesn’t mean I had to do it or anything…I just got bored one day and me and my blue eyed friend over there who is currently riding a narwhal, ran out of pie and figure that we should
[Transformation] The Djinn ForgeThe said it was perhaps one of the oddest and most incredible inventions of magical technology in the history of the Alaghan. A forging together of the engineering of mankind, the magic of the ages and the rituals of the primal past. And while it was more or less lost to the anals of history, Tarot had found it.
The Djinn Forge.
According to the legends, by placing in a series of required offerings to the ancient gods and saying the proper chants at the proper times, one could stand before the alter and the machine would forge together whatever the user asked for, just like a djinn of old. Granted the required offerings was unknown, the time was a mystery and, well--most chalked it up to legends and fairy tales. But it was on such tales that Tarot thrived and so he went about seeking it out all the same.
And he struck the proverbial gold, finally. After some digging and exploring in various temples, he finally found the thing, hidden deep within the deserts just beyond Little Ala-Mhigo
[Hypno/Tickling] The Better CheaterIt was really hard to pick out just who had decided to start cheating first.Of course, mostly likely they both decided they were going to cheat the moment they agreed to have their little contest--the question was who did it first. Like most things, it started out as a simple joke. Tarot had noted that his and Kenny's arms were about the same size...
"So, I guess the python has pythons?" the cocky thief snickered one day, looking over the mass of muscle that was Kenny's left arm.
"Hah-hah--" the naga replied with a faux laugh. "That would actually have been funny if I was a python--unfortunately, I'm a boa. HUGE difference."
"Can't imagine how. Boa's have heads that are different than pythons--but since you've got a human head I'm pretty sure that you couldn't expect anyone to know that." Tarot seemed largely indifferent that his little joke had fallen flat but still didn't seem to lose any of his steam. After their last little encounter, he had found himself spending more time with Ke
Fragance of the roses“The Fragrance of Roses”
Made by Lynette M. Morel Martínez
Nine kingdoms shared the marvelous garden; four gods and five goddesses ruled their respective lands. One land with a mystical forest was North Lamerica, ruled by Loura, Earth’s spirit; she was a lovely woman, with a long green hair that ended on her waist and was graceful on beauty. She always uses a silky green robe to meditate on North Lamerica’s quiet landscape. The kingdom next from North Lamerica was Uerto Irco, ruled by the god of the wind Ryuk, a quiet, yet nostalgic male. He was a tall man, with a short dark blue hair like the ocean at night, and had clear blue eyes like the sky. His land had a topical touch, with beautiful peach sands and a clear sea. He always used comfortable yet fresh cloths because of the weat
Texts From Last Night Prompt 108(615):
I can't believe you guys got into a sword fight over a chicken nugget
Oh, so that's where all the scratches came from...
"You two are idiots," Caleb growled, pinching the bridge of his nose while Wren and Catherine tended to the multitude of slashes, cuts, and bleeding that decorated the limbs and body of both Mike the World-Wanderer and Gabriel, the Angel of World's Ending. "Seriously? Sword fighting over a box of chicken nuggets?!"
"They were mine!"
"He promised me chicken last time he showed up!"
"Why did Martel even allow you the time and energy to pull out your sword, Magpie?" the redhead sighed, wanting to throw them both out of the Archives for some peace and quiet, but that would just give them more room to fight again.
"Self defense?" Gabriel didn't speak, just shot Mike a glare that was returned with the dark-haired young man sticking his tongue out.
"Don't do that! I don't understand what that means!"
"For the love of Martel,
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
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
Red Riding HoodI want to believe people so badly when they say they won’t bite
that I contemplate climbing into their smiling jaws
thinking that it might be better to be split in two than left hanging.
But always, I draw my red hood and flit back into the forest
running in the shadows of pathways, never stepping into clearings
because I’ve spent my whole life in the wilderness
and I still can’t tell the wolves from the woodsmen.
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