👩❤️👨👩❤️💋👩1️⃣5️⃣👩🦰🏴🇷🇴 I try to write stuff. That counts. I love music and books and anything else that comes along. Especially mountain shaped anything else’s.
👩❤️👨👩❤️💋👩1️⃣5️⃣👩🦰🏴🇷🇴 I try to write stuff. That counts. I love music and books and anything else that comes along. Especially mountain shaped anything else’s.
The problem with justice is how unjust it is. I remember them saying “Earn forgiveness.” And then giving me an eternal task?
I did not know then that the Earth was round. I had been told since I was a child that it was flat. Fine I thought, take the sun from one end to the other. But the Earth has no end. It goes round and round and round.
Eternity is a long time to drag a burning mass of fire over the same scenery and the same people.
How do they do it?
High jawbone, full lips, jawline to die for, just the right amount of stubble and flawlessly applied makeup, and eyes! The sort of eyes you stare at and fall into and don’t care because they’re just that pretty!
Muscles and an hour glass figure! One ear pierced with the most gorgeous ear ring, it’s this dandelion that looks a bit like a buttercup too.
Most important is obviously the clothes. An outright statement. Every item of clothing just says, ‘I’m poor, so what? I’m still rocking what I got’.
And maybe even more important is their scent! Whether they’re going for cologne that screams testosterone or delicate perfume, it’s always perfect!
I wish I could be like them.
“Look at ugly McUgly.” Taz says, pointing. I follow her arm and I’m met with perfection. “Gross.”
“You came back, sure you did, but I don’t need you now.” “B-but… Isn’t it just important that I came back?” “After ten years! You left us for ten years mam! I have like five memories of you! You can’t just come back and expect everything to be fine! I needed you when dad died, but you weren’t here! I needed you when they chucked us into foster and Lydia went somewhere else! I needed you then! Not now!”
No, not for power or riches. Why would she marry for that? She has never known it, never seen it, never believed it had any power. No, she did not want nor need his power nor his money.
What she needed was the answers he had.
Twelve years ago now was the war. The war her papa perished in. That death plunged the family into debt.
She was still a child.
She married the king to find out why her papa was taken from her.
A gentle touch here and there I beg of you Let me know I can love you.
A whispered word of support I cry for it Let me know that this is it.
A little smile painted on the wall tile, I wish you could I wish that you let me know we could
That twinkle in your eyes when you see me Let me see it there So I know that we can get to be there.
I beg of you, Let me know I can love you, That you can love me, That we can love together Always.
The red witch falters, looking at the mysterious plants that are impossible to grow in her own plane of existence.
She moves on.
She is not here for pretty flowers. She is looking for something. A locators spell will not work in this sphere, she must use her own two eyes and find this, and find it soon if her foresight is right, which it always, always is.
The forest of red listens as the red witch paces its paths, and it breathes. In, out, in, out. The gentle swaying of the plants is not a sign of danger to the one who comes from the sphere with wind, but here she is unknowing and unaware of the signs of real danger.
The red witch sees it. A clump of brown in a sea of red and green. A mushroom of beige colours and with a perfectly spherical shape.
The forest holds its breath as she pounces.
Pausing at the sudden stillness of the forest, the red witch feels uneasy. She pushes it to the back of her mind, behind a magical barrier, and takes three of the mushroom spheres and puts them carefully in her cloak pockets.
The forest holds perfectly still so as not to alert the stalking prey.
She has seen a lot, this red witch, but never a still, silent forest. It makes her feel uneasy.
The sound of a running deer catches the two predators attention. The forest and witch look to it in unison.
The entire earths seems to shake as branches crash down around the frightened fawn, the red witch screams when she finds she can’t move, just to find she can’t hear herself.
She realises she can’t remember the way back to the portal as blood splatters the ground around her.
The trees are still once more.
Watching the trapped prey realise the future with bated breath, tense for its next move. This foreigner strayed too far.
The rain slams against the window, coming down in sheets outside. I laugh and run out the door, ignoring grandma’s yelling to put a coat on.
I run straight through the puddles, all the way to Jim’s house.
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The snow speckles the floor and I know it’s begun, the winter is here, the snow season is here.
I grab my skates from under my bed to double check they fit, not long now till I’ll get to use them!
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I run outside at the first yells of ‘it’s raining!’, grabbing the buckets as I go.
The fat drops hit my skin and the equally cracked ground and the whole world seems to sigh in joy.
The drought is over.
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Guess where they are I guess?
That’s how life has been since this started. All James wanted was to be allowed to have his schedule, but here his flat mates are, with their friends, drunk and annoying the hell outa him.
“Shut the hell up will you?” He yells. “Some of us are trying to sleep!”
The three of them look up from their DND session.
The blonde - Siobahn he reminds himself - looks up and signs to him. ‘What?’. James sighs and signs back - ‘shut up’.
I look at the Goliath, blue and vast and flat as the eye can see.
I stand on the boat, feel it wobble minutely and look down, I can see to the bottom of the sea here.
A shark- No, it has to be a whale- it’s at least a foot long- swims up to the boat and I can’t help but scream. The boat pushes away from the shore - leaving me stranded in the midst of this bluey-green. I scream again.
The fishermen, heroic, battle hardened warriors, talk idly in this foreign tongue that sounds like English but can’t be, it’s too… Something.
“Seh et beg un?” One says to the other, pointing at the birds in the sky- they’re massive! And those beaks look like they could drive through steel.
“Bledy ell them seagells er fet thes yer.” The other exclaims.
And that’s when they start to pull on the ropey things- nets I remind myself- and tangled up in it is one of those whales, this one’s a little smaller than the one I saw earlier, but only the little.
It writhes on the floor of the boat- What if it tips us over? Or makes the boat sink?
“Fecken smell teday, whe’s the preper fesh?” A fisherman says as he shakes the ropes and the massive whale thing falls back into the sea. I breathe a silent sigh of relief.
