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Royal Princess, Penny Princess

“You can’t catch me, Kelban!” Princess Felice called out to her nanny as she darted through the kitchen door and into the yard.  Fast, slippered feet darted through guards and helpers, and wove through a gaggle of idle serving girls.  She burst from the crowd only to stop in her tracks in front of her stern-looking father.

As the man looked down at her, his frown deepened. “And why is the princess dodging her nanny?” His deep, rumbling voice was filled with disappointment rather than anger, and his daughter winced.

“I’m just playing a game of tag, Daddy,” she answered meekly with a curtsy. “Kelban is right behind me, truly.” Felice looked back in time to watch the dark-skinned man crash into a serving girl who was carrying water. Read the rest of this entry »


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Ice Cream

Mom arrived home in a rush.  Dinner was almost ready– only the rice was left.  I made sure nothing was amiss, other than that, because I knew of a portion of her day already.

Her texts were filled with an unhappy, business-like manner when she informed me that Janelle was having a meltdown and screaming.  Charles was only slightly better.  Strangely enough, Junior was the only one who didn’t have any problems. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on May 10, 2013 in Nonfiction


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Farmer Meets Paladin


Enrys was so sure he was doomed.  He crouched and hugged his knees, and he squeezed his eyes shut tight. Silently, he willed the approaching monsters to finish him off quickly.  The hisses and growls continued, loud enough to drown the death cries of his animals, but he felt no pain.  Instead, the sounds began to quiet, as though fading in the distance.  With uncertainty, he cracked one eye open.

The monsters were gone!  He stood, shocked silly, and quickly looked around.  What could have sent them off like that?  Enrys was sure it was something horrible, until his eyes landed on an unkempt man in some half-rusted armor, wielding a dented hammer. Read the rest of this entry »


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The Flood

It is always best to start a story at its beginning.

Far away, in lands far beyond the sky, during a time before the people began to count days, there was a fierce storm.  The storm was dark and violent, and many people drowned in the great floods.  Their homes were washed away, and only the people who lived very high on the mountains lived after the storm finally left, and the days were counted.

For fifty years, the water did not go away, and memories of the land below the water faded into old stories.  Another fifty years, and the people thought there were only the rocky places they lived, and forgot there were other people anywhere.  They had no boats and the waters were too deep to swim fearlessly through. Read the rest of this entry »


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Magical Wands

Fifty dollars arrived in a box today.  The package was seven inches wide by about fifteen inches long, perhaps a bit more.  Charles saw me grab it off the porch and tried to follow me into the bathroom to demand he should get it, because he’s Charles, and every day is Christmas in his mind.  Finally, I hid in the bathroom and used a children’s nail clipper to cut through the tape.

Inside, shitty brown paper blocked my view, so I tossed it aside.  There it was– at the bottom.  Fifty dollars of what was claimed to be a super sex toy.  It was a Hitachi Wand and a single attachment, meant for ‘deep muscle massage’. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on May 4, 2013 in Nonfiction


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Two Flowers

A warm touch.  A soft kiss.  The embrace was thirst-quenching for my soul.  It ended with the soft pat pat of coins landing on my bed, and his quiet footsteps leaving the room.  I opened my eyes, hopeful my ears lied.  They told me true.  He was gone.  As I closed my eyes and laid my head back down, I felt warm wetness on my lashes.  Sleep quickly found me again.

Crack!  The whip snapped against my flesh and I howled with an open throat.  My voice echoed back at me from the paneled walls.  I had no time to prepare as it struck me again, across the buttox.  A scream tore from me, and he allowed me to rest while he left, supposedly to get a drink.  Time passed slowly as I waited without a word.  The ache of my legs held apart and my hands tied above my head began to grow from dull to a fire across my shoulders and calves.  I called his name as I spotted the light of morning through the tiny window, but he did not come. Read the rest of this entry »


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Head-Clearing Day

Here, I sat.  I was doing nothing other than browsing Cake Wrecks and derping about on forums.  I had a plot constructed based on a few songs, but my fingers refused to do anything else on the subject.  Instead, I sat next to my best friend and wasted time.  She gave me the rest of her Olive Garden breadsticks from the night before– great night, that.

Charles was a pain for the beginning of the day.  Even with medication, he was very grumpy.  Many of his time-outs went wrong when he smeared lotion on the toilet seat because “girls don’t have weewees,” or he stole from my older sister.  Finally, I just sat on him to keep him calm and let him tire himself.  The morning was stressful, and even though I tried to keep him calm with movies and snacks, it was never enough.  Finally, I just got him as angry as I could and put him in his room, where his own anger made him incapable of doing anything but flailing on the floor or bed and screaming. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on April 28, 2013 in Nonfiction


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