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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.
The Bear Girls
If I told you this story happened once upon a time, would you believe it then?
Perhaps, perhaps not.
Whether you believe me or choose not to, it happened. There were two little girls, and a bear.
And that is all I know.
At least, it is all I know for certain.
You were expecting more, weren't you? Very well.
One little girl was blonde, with skin white as snow, the other rosy and raven-tressed, so they say, but that doesn't seem very likely unless they weren't sisters at all, and I have always assumed they were sisters. It is almost inevitable that they were sisters. No story ever says much about the father. He was dead, or abandoned them. Perhaps they had two different ones. It's impossible to say.
I could tell you the girls were beautiful princesses who ran into the great dark forest to escape their wicked stepmother. Or perhaps they were abandoned by their poor woodcutter father who could no longer afford to feed them but could not stand to see them starve. Or were they just two ordin
Fairy of DeathShe's the prettiest woman on earth. A dress woven from ivy and lilies whispers of death, unheard.
Is she even human? the prince thinks to himself as he tries to get closer. He wants to touch those rosebud lips. A faerie's kiss means immortality, doesn't it...
But she takes a delicate, white fingertip to prod his nose, and he falls back beneath the surface. Cold, black water embraces him. Sinking deeper, the prince hears only the first few notes of her song.
After the ritual is finished, the cursed witch of the woods cackles with laughter. She'll last another hundred years from now. A royal child’s bones, a drop of blue blood in the pond of youth... These days, she has given up rivalling dragons and stealing away fair princesses.
No one ever sets out to save the prince in a fairy tale.
Help from the EighthIt was calm. Quiet. Content.. Things Ichbur didn't think he would ever find pleasing, only to be proven completely wrong. Everythign was perfect in his 'life', now. Not feigned perfection, no pretense, no stretching the truth.. Everything was truly perfect and he couldn't ask for better. There -was- no better. He had an amazing, gorgeous wife who adored him, for whatever reason she might see in him being 'worth it'.. He had Three wonderful, unique children, even if two of them might not be truly blood related, it couldn't make less of a difference to the Warlock. They had a quaint little house cosy and snug and away from too much 'hustle and bustle', unless the family, themselves, caused it.. He finally had a family. A life to br proud of. something to look forward to existing for. Both in the quiet and in the chaos.
Today had been particularly chaotic. The Twins had been coaching Sera on shadow-crafting, which he was proud to say she was quickly mastering. However, it did still have i
Early WinterDeath drives a green Packard. Depression era, with modern bumper stickers and parking tickets which, if you look closely, were written out by Hammurabi. I met him once, he’d pulled up outside my house and hopped out for a smoke break on the street. He looked like he didn’t have anything to do when, far as I know, somebody dies once every few seconds, somewhere. I went outside and asked him who he was after.
"You. But not for a while. Y’know Arnold Rothstein got shot just three blocks from here?"
"I thought he was killed in New York. Definitely in America."
"Who you gonna believe?"
Death flicked his smoke to the asphalt and crushed it with a casual twist of his purple dress shoe. Then he drove off, leaving me feeling a little melancholy and a little drained. Never could get the hang of snow in October.
ArrivalThe forest was covered in a thick, white blanket. The soft rustling of the falling snow muffled the scrunching of the lone wanderer's footsteps. Her hair had the same colour as the snow around her and her worn down parka was hard to see against the confers around her. The imprint of her feet were quickly filled by freshly fallen snow. The lone wanderer was on her way down the mountain. In a long forgotten time ago, her father's court had been up there, but now, there were only rock and snow left for her. Staying up there alone would not help her and she knew it. The way down would be exhausting for a human, but the wanderer wasn't one. She wasn't even mortal, as she had discovered to her own surprise. But that didn't make her careless. It would be a shame if she would get caught by an avalanche. This was her home and her domain, after all. It had been way too long since her last visit. It was good to be back, even though things had changed. The air was differently and glaciers had retr
OW: Choosing ClassesVirgil had no intention to do more assignments than he needed to in order to pass. Especially with the tournament, things had become stressful and he hated stress. So after the lost round against Broken, the fae decided to drop out and instead have a month of sweet and dearly missed idleness. But to his dismay, his familiar didn't share his approach. It had taken Virgil a large amount of nerves and bribery to stop Kimi reminding him about his assignments on a daily basis. Sadly, a part of said bribery was planning the next term and classes instead of simply choosing what looked good. Also, the skunk apparently was convinced that it was a good idea to remind Virgil about this promise every morning.
Finally, the fae gave in and took a look at the course book.
"I think we should work more on the familiar thing", the skunk suggested. Virgil nodded slowly. not taking this class would mean he was stuck with an annoying familiar while none of them could actually benefit from their bond.
Lazy SundayPeace and calm seemed to be rarer commodities than platinum in this apartment, and far more valuable than any sort of metal. It was only once in a blue moon that Amy was greeted with the chance to be alone in the relative quiet of her home, with no pesky roommate filling the air with some grating new noise every few seconds. In fleeting moments such as this one, where Sarah wasn’t filling the air with aural pollution, she liked to renew her resolve to never, ever have a roommate again.
In the few hours she had to herself while Sarah ran around on her Sunday afternoon errands, Amy was enjoying a relaxing span of time laying on the couch, lazily lounging in front of the TV with a small bowl of grapes and a binger’s dozen of episodes from the latest obscure yet charming old sci-fi show to have showed up in her streaming service queue. Her roommate like to joke about how the weekends usually consisted of a Streaming Sunday, a Streaming Saturday, or both, commentary typically fo
Mama, Are You Proud?What do you hope to accomplish here?
It's been a long time since she's heard that voice. Questioning, berating, mocking her choices. She's not surprised to hear it again. In times of stress, in times of doubt, her mother always comes to her, a scathing, scornful, dismissive voice. Telling her that her thoughts and motives are laughable.
Did you think this was going to work?
She looks around herself, at the cats who walk in step, behind, and in front of her. The unnaturally blank expanse of the pelts of the cats they follow, deceivingly tattooless to the naked eye. These cats clearly thought their powers weren't necessary to keep things under control, yet they fenced in the tribe cats, walking in steady formation that left no room for escape. And Shi was certain that, should someone change their mind at this point, they would be taken down in less than a heartbeat by golden flashing faces.
She looks around again, double checking that the quest
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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