"Moooom!"
Becky clung to her mother's leg, crying into her soft, crimson scales.
"Jeremy's being mean to me!"
Becky's mom leaned down and hugged her daughter.
"And what is he doing that's so mean?"
"He's...spitting...fire...at...meeee!" Becky said between wailing sobs.
"Oh is he? Jeremy! You come in here right now!"
Jeremy poked his head into the kitchen with a look of mock surprise.
"Yeah Ma?"
"Have you been mean to your sister?"
Jeremy's face got a sheepish look and he looked down
"It was just a little fire. I wasn't gonna hurt her..."
Becky glared at him, sticking her forked tongue out in that special way only little girls can.
"You two play nice. Jere, No more teasing your sister with the fire."
"Okay, okay..." Jeremy loped back into the living room.
Becky's mother put her down and wiped her tears.
"Why cant i spit fire too, mommy?"
"Because it takes time to get your fire going ,hon. Don't worry. You'll get yours when you get older."
"but, i want to now..."
"baby, you have to be patient..now, go play nice with your brother."
"So, you want to do this huh kiddo?"
Jeremy let a long plume of flame light up the kitchen as they cleared the dinner dishes.
"You know, i can show you how "I" get my fire..."
Becky looked at him with a little sister's scepticism, but relented.
"See, it's all in what you eat."
Jeremy spoke as he gathered things from the cupboard and a large mixing bowl.
"You have to light things up with spicy foods. get them real good and hot."
Peppers, spices, hot sauce, it all went into the big bowl, and he gave it a quick stir.
"Drink this, and I promise you'll have the fire in your belly in no time!"
Becky peered into the bowl, the noxious smell causing her to wince and push it away.
"EWW! NO!"
Jeremy laughed a bit and stuck a claw into the mix, licking his finger clean.
"It works for me..."
He punctuated the last word with a small blast of teasing fire, just enough to tickle his little sister's nose.
"But, if you don't want it..."
He reached out his hands slowly for the bowl, gaguing his siter's reactions. Sure enough
"NO NO...gimmee.."
The little dragoness hurridly snatched the bowl and downed half of it with a large gulp while her brother watched intently.
"See? don't you feel it working?"
"I Can not be-LIEVE you did that to your sister!"
Becky's mom held her little girl who was once again wailing onto her shoulder.
"I was just trying to help her, mom...honest!"
Jeremy's false sincerity didn't fool his mother.
"You're just lucky she didn't get sick. Now stop teasing or I'm going to show you what REAL fire looks like..."
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
"Simple"
"I don't know why you always make things so hard, geez."
Erin slammed her door, leaving the white paint and "do not enter" sign swaying angrily back and forth. When did i lose my little girl? I knew she was going to grow up, but i never expected it to be this fast. Seems like only days ago she was begging me for veterinarian barbie, and suddenly she's slamming her door in my face because i won't let her go out on a school night. How could sixteen years have gone by so fast? Things used to be so simple.
Erin changed so much after her mother died. I remember her when she used to smile at me over breakfast, making funny faces with her pancakes and trying her best to get the last bit of her chocolate milk out of her cup. But, the past year had been hard on her, and me too. She started hanging out with her friends more, staying out later, and I've tried not to push her too hard, because things have been hard on both of us.
The week after the accident, we argued more than we'd ever done, but I know it was just because we were both hurting. We knew we weren't really mad at each other, just the situation, and the pain and the loss. Sometimes I wonder if she'll ever really talk to me about what happened. i know it can't be easy. She's only sixteen now, a hard age for anyone, but especially a young woman just growing up, and needing her mother. i can only do so much, and if I force her to confront things, I'm afraid I'll just push her away. I wish i knew what to do.
Amy was always the strong one, always knew just how to handle things. She'd always laugh and smile, and make everything better, even when everyone knew they really weren't. Just having her around made things seem less powerful, less important. She was our dragonslayer, our guardian, and when she ...well...when she left, i think we kinda fell apart. We're just now getting back, but it's been a hard road and we'll never quite have things back again.
I lay in the dark, staring up into the empty blackness, trying to find some light. Not even the moon is out tonight. the nights like this are the toughest. I miss her...miss her smell and her skin on mine. I miss her breathing against my chest and i miss just knowing that she's here, and safe and with her by me, so am I. So was I. I feel so weak now, so worthless. I feel like half...more than half...of who i was is just torn out of me. it's been a year, and it hurts as much as it did that second i realized she was gone...
I've tried moving on, getting life back but I don't know how, or even if I want to.
Amy is...was...no, is...my life..and I miss her. God, i miss her so much...
Erin slammed her door, leaving the white paint and "do not enter" sign swaying angrily back and forth. When did i lose my little girl? I knew she was going to grow up, but i never expected it to be this fast. Seems like only days ago she was begging me for veterinarian barbie, and suddenly she's slamming her door in my face because i won't let her go out on a school night. How could sixteen years have gone by so fast? Things used to be so simple.
Erin changed so much after her mother died. I remember her when she used to smile at me over breakfast, making funny faces with her pancakes and trying her best to get the last bit of her chocolate milk out of her cup. But, the past year had been hard on her, and me too. She started hanging out with her friends more, staying out later, and I've tried not to push her too hard, because things have been hard on both of us.
The week after the accident, we argued more than we'd ever done, but I know it was just because we were both hurting. We knew we weren't really mad at each other, just the situation, and the pain and the loss. Sometimes I wonder if she'll ever really talk to me about what happened. i know it can't be easy. She's only sixteen now, a hard age for anyone, but especially a young woman just growing up, and needing her mother. i can only do so much, and if I force her to confront things, I'm afraid I'll just push her away. I wish i knew what to do.
Amy was always the strong one, always knew just how to handle things. She'd always laugh and smile, and make everything better, even when everyone knew they really weren't. Just having her around made things seem less powerful, less important. She was our dragonslayer, our guardian, and when she ...well...when she left, i think we kinda fell apart. We're just now getting back, but it's been a hard road and we'll never quite have things back again.
I lay in the dark, staring up into the empty blackness, trying to find some light. Not even the moon is out tonight. the nights like this are the toughest. I miss her...miss her smell and her skin on mine. I miss her breathing against my chest and i miss just knowing that she's here, and safe and with her by me, so am I. So was I. I feel so weak now, so worthless. I feel like half...more than half...of who i was is just torn out of me. it's been a year, and it hurts as much as it did that second i realized she was gone...
I've tried moving on, getting life back but I don't know how, or even if I want to.
Amy is...was...no, is...my life..and I miss her. God, i miss her so much...
Monday, September 28, 2009
"Oyster"
"I tell ya, it' weren't natural."
The old boat captain shuddered beneath the blanket, dripping onto the back of the ambulance. I could tell from the sheer look of horror that still clung to his grizzled sea-aged face that what he'd been through was beyond anything I could imagine. We'd found him, clinging to a few loose boards-the only remnants of his once proud ship, the Madame Faye.
"I was haulin in my nets out by Carpenter's reef, when i seen it, starin at me. It was sittin on top'a th waters. Thought it was an otter at first, they';s common in these parts. But the sun caught it just right and I seen it for how it was."
His trembling hands clutched the cup of coffee for dear life, eyes locked in a faraway stare as if he couldn't even see the world anymore.
"Thas when i seen it crack that oyster. Didn't think nothin of it till then...it just snapped the shell with one'a those hands...those hands..."
He'd managed to stay somewhat coherent until then, but I could tell he was rapidly slipping. Poor old fella. All those years on the waters must have finally gotten to him. I walked off, heading to inspect the wreckage, when his hand reached out, the security cup of coffee he gripped so tight hitting the ground, spilling on the wet asphalt and he caught hold of my jacket, his eyes wild with an unnatural fear.
"They weren't no otters..."
I decided that it was worth a look, if nothing else to find out what had destroyed his boat. My first thought was that he'd just hit the reef as he was coming in, the dusk playing tricks on his weathered eyes. I took out a small rowboat to where we'd found him. There were still remnants of Madame Faye floating in the area. We wouldn't be able to really clean it until the morning. I ran my searchlight out over the waters stopping on each piece trying to find some signs that it may have been something besides the reef that brought her down before the tides washed the evidence out to the ocean.
I'd been out there for just over an hour and was getting ready to head in. So far I'd found nothing out of the ordinary, and was just about to write it off as another accident, when i saw it.
I can see how he'd mistake the thing for an otter. The size was about right, and the fur was a deep brown. It dove under the water before i could get a good look. I scanned my light over the waters, catching sight of it a few times. It seemed to be circling the boat, swimming laps, getting closer each time it came around. Each time i caught it in the light, it dove before I could get a really good look. I did notice small ridges along it's back, spines like a fin of some kind. Suddenly, the boat rocked, lurching to the left, nearly knocking me over and causing me to drop my light.
I scrambled to retrieve it, the bright beam moving wildly .
The boat was now rocking, as if the sea had suddenly come alive with a deep-rooted anger. I finally managed to take hold of the light, and focused it , holding onto the boat tightly.
That's when i saw it, perched on the edge of the boat, it's eyes burning deep with rage...
The old boat captain shuddered beneath the blanket, dripping onto the back of the ambulance. I could tell from the sheer look of horror that still clung to his grizzled sea-aged face that what he'd been through was beyond anything I could imagine. We'd found him, clinging to a few loose boards-the only remnants of his once proud ship, the Madame Faye.
"I was haulin in my nets out by Carpenter's reef, when i seen it, starin at me. It was sittin on top'a th waters. Thought it was an otter at first, they';s common in these parts. But the sun caught it just right and I seen it for how it was."
His trembling hands clutched the cup of coffee for dear life, eyes locked in a faraway stare as if he couldn't even see the world anymore.
"Thas when i seen it crack that oyster. Didn't think nothin of it till then...it just snapped the shell with one'a those hands...those hands..."
He'd managed to stay somewhat coherent until then, but I could tell he was rapidly slipping. Poor old fella. All those years on the waters must have finally gotten to him. I walked off, heading to inspect the wreckage, when his hand reached out, the security cup of coffee he gripped so tight hitting the ground, spilling on the wet asphalt and he caught hold of my jacket, his eyes wild with an unnatural fear.
"They weren't no otters..."
I decided that it was worth a look, if nothing else to find out what had destroyed his boat. My first thought was that he'd just hit the reef as he was coming in, the dusk playing tricks on his weathered eyes. I took out a small rowboat to where we'd found him. There were still remnants of Madame Faye floating in the area. We wouldn't be able to really clean it until the morning. I ran my searchlight out over the waters stopping on each piece trying to find some signs that it may have been something besides the reef that brought her down before the tides washed the evidence out to the ocean.
I'd been out there for just over an hour and was getting ready to head in. So far I'd found nothing out of the ordinary, and was just about to write it off as another accident, when i saw it.
I can see how he'd mistake the thing for an otter. The size was about right, and the fur was a deep brown. It dove under the water before i could get a good look. I scanned my light over the waters, catching sight of it a few times. It seemed to be circling the boat, swimming laps, getting closer each time it came around. Each time i caught it in the light, it dove before I could get a really good look. I did notice small ridges along it's back, spines like a fin of some kind. Suddenly, the boat rocked, lurching to the left, nearly knocking me over and causing me to drop my light.
I scrambled to retrieve it, the bright beam moving wildly .
The boat was now rocking, as if the sea had suddenly come alive with a deep-rooted anger. I finally managed to take hold of the light, and focused it , holding onto the boat tightly.
That's when i saw it, perched on the edge of the boat, it's eyes burning deep with rage...
Premise...
Alrighty, cats and kittens here's the scoop.
Each day, I am going to write a short story.
Here are the rules:
I will grab a random book, usually a dictionary, and turn to a random page.
I will then point to a random word (I exclude "the","and" and a few other super-common words)
I then give myself 1 minute of "think time" to come up with a story involving that word, hopefully centering around it.
The story must be written entirely within that day and consist of at least 500 words.
And with the rules down, let's begin!
Each day, I am going to write a short story.
Here are the rules:
I will grab a random book, usually a dictionary, and turn to a random page.
I will then point to a random word (I exclude "the","and" and a few other super-common words)
I then give myself 1 minute of "think time" to come up with a story involving that word, hopefully centering around it.
The story must be written entirely within that day and consist of at least 500 words.
And with the rules down, let's begin!
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