"I don't think its funny at all." I smiled warmly. "I actually can't decide if I want to be a chef as well, or a cop. You see, if my mom wasn't so busy taking care of all of us kids. she was in the kitchen making the most incredible meals, and I would sit and color on the kitchen counter while...
I paced from the kitchen to the living room and back to the kitchen as he called out to me. I stared at him and shook my head. "It's nothing." I replied calmly and smiled as I saw the pasta cooking on the stove. "Italian food is my favorite!" I grinned and couldn't wait to devour a bowl of it...
The wizard glared at the fairy. His beady dark eyes narrowed upon her. Beside him, the princess stood chained to his throne. She wore a white shirt and brown leggings, hardly keeping out the chill. His robes billowed in the soft breeze that came through the window. The night was drawing near...
I smiled and nodded. I hoped Cian had felt somewhat better. He seemed to smile a bit more. I went to the refrigerator and pulled out the chocolate milk and poured a glass for myself as I watched him cook. I had to admit, it had been a while since I had had a good home cooked meal. I watched him...
I hugged him back, a little winded and nodded. "Sure." I said. "Um. if you have any chocolate, and milk, I know a great homemade chocolate milk recepie." I shrugged and followed him into the kitchen. Had I gone too deep into my personal history? I just wanted him to know the truth. I bit my lip...
Amelia grabbed the note from the other woman and opened it. Her eyes squinted to see the tiny writing, the paper in question was a tiny square of fabric, and it there were few blotted parts of red and black... the black she had figured was ink. Amelia was a slave, and being a slave, she didn't...
"my father ran an illegal child slavery and prostitution and fight ring." I shuddered... my thoughts traced back to those long and dark summer nights. "He....." I whispered.... my entire body shook... it was like digging up old wounds and watching them bleed with out being able to stop it...
My world was black. I was darkness. My skin was pale and cold under the florescent light of the bedroom. my light brown hair had fallen over my shoulders, and I think the red dress John had made me worn had torn as I had ran to Cian's. That didn't matter now. I was sort of stuck in a limbo... I...
"My name is Amelia." She said and turned to face the new woman to the group and greeted her [Ariyah] with a smile.
"Welcome, would you like to join our group? There's a snow owl in town, and the rumor is if you catch it, you get three wishes."
She clapped her hands, she had never seen such...
go on Amelia... tell him everything so he know's what he's getting wrapped up into... I gritted my teeth, hands clenched into tight fists. I hugged him, and felt his warmth comfort me somewhat. "I have an aunt in Colorodo I could possibly stay with. If she isn't dead as well, and I know I...
Amelia grinned. "Who ever catches the owl first gets the wish." She smiled and looked at the boy. "What do you say?" As a slave girl, catching a white owl and making a wish was the one thing she had to look forward too. Maybe she could even wish her way out of slavery. "Excellent." A wide smile...
In the middle of town Amelia wandered, and heard the commotion and was in the midst of the town when she heard the younger woman call out to the crowd. She saw the boy and the woman talk and ventured over to them. Amelia didn't talk really, not much. She smiled at the two and smiled, softly...
I bit my lip, I had to tell him, to keep him safe he had to know the truth. My hands shook. What was the best way to spill the truth? I pulled up the latest news report and handed him the extra headset. "Just...... don't freak out on me please...." I turned on the video, and hoped he'd...
I dreaded with fear, Cian would be useless to try and convince otherwise. I nodded and took a deep breath. "Do you have a family plot? We will bury them properly as soon as their remains arrive." I shuddered and looked at the sat little boy that sat before me. The funeral was at least some...
The Introduction~
She ran. Her breath escaped her lips in clouds that evaperated into nothing. She had to make it, her time was running out. Her kingdom was in danger. This would deterime the fall or rise of her land. Her arms swung with the rythim of her body. Her mockisons were soaked by the...