“Come on Daphne, hurry up!” Max, an eight year old boy called back as he ran through the forest near his home. He wore a pair of dirty jeans and a flannel sweater, as well as a pair of holey Converse. His hair was brown and cut in a bowl cut that lay around his small head like a halo. When he made it up to the top of a hill, he stopped and bent at the hips, his hands resting on his knees.

( All I got )

So I've been working on Nanowrimo. I just started a few days ago, at 2773 right now. But it's not even noon yet. I'm really actually starting to like my story. I guess here's the first insert from the start of it. It's TERRIBLY written, but whatever. I don't care right now. I'm trying!

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“Come on Daphne, hurry up!” Max, an eight year old boy called back as he ran through the forest near his home. He wore a pair of dirty jeans and a flannel sweater, as well as a pair of holey Converse. His hair was brown and cut in a bowl cut that lay around his small head like a halo. When he made it up to the top of a hill, he stopped and bent at the hips, his hands resting on his knees.

A few turns behind him ran a thin child, Daphne. She had only just turned seven, yet she was as small as the children a year younger. Her dark, ratty hair fell down to the middle of her bony back. As she ran, the wind seemed to play with it. She wore a thin, white dress that had various stains splattered amongst its material. Over the dress that hung over her body, like a plastic bag, she borrowed Max’s jean jacket to keep her warm. She held her small brown sandals as she ran over the rocks and sticks on the forest floor – all of which were coated with frost or due.

Daphne caught up with Max after a minute or two, he smiled at her arrival. Her usual ghostly face now was slightly pink from the exercise on the cold winter morning. She slowed down and started to walk while Max simply watched her. Her awkward walk with those short legs, she was a good three inches shorter than he was. Quickly, he jogged up to her.

“You don’t even know where you’re going,” Max teased quietly, Daphne frowned.

Shit dude.
Nanowrimo '08 starts in 10 days.
This'll be a fun month!

Maddy slowly sat up from her nest and seriously considered her decision to dance with this guy was a bad one. She hated being woken up when she felt like she could still sleep a few more hours. Cade stood from her bed and stretched her arms into the air, Sierra followed Marcolos out of the bedroom and into the hallway. He pointed to a small door at the end of the hall, and then headed down the stairs. Sierra opened the door cautiously and stepped inside the dark room. She switched on the lights, observing the small room. There was a small bathtub behind a moth-bitten curtain, a toilet beside the tub and a sink. Sierra didn’t see any pieces of clothing out in the open so she opened the cupboard below the sink and found a pile of dresses. She set them on the floor and closed the little door, holding each individually up to her chest trying to decide which looked best in the dusty mirror. They were all the same style, one piece of fabric with a string inside of the dress acting as a belt to show that the woman wearing it had curves. They were each a different color: tan, light green and black. She decided to wear the beige dress, it clashed with her dark hair. Sierra stripped out of the pajamas that Marcolos had offered the night before; a simple white nightgown just as Cade and Maddy burst through the door.

“Hellooo!” Sierra screeched, noticing Marcolos behind them. His eyes widened and he awkwardly back out of the room. Cade and Maddy stepped into the teeny bathroom and shut the door behind them. “Jesus, it’s called knocking.”

“Our bad,” Cade said halfheartedly as she kneeled down in front of the two dresses. Without a second thought, she grabbed the black dress. Maddy smiled as Cade handed her the last dress. The girls changed quickly, stuffed their old clothes into the cupboard as Marcolos had instructed and exited the room.





The first thing the girls noticed as soon as they stepped out of the hotel was how cloudy the sky seemed. This dim-lighting seemed unnatural, besides maybe in a windowless room, for there were no clouds in the sky. The whole town seemed too dark for nine in the morning. As they strolled, they noticed the street lights helping light the area.

“This is the town, our town, but we call it Town, I’m not sure why.” Marcolos informed as he walked close in front of the girls. They began to pass a few stores along the side of the dirt road. The road looked small enough to only have two lanes for bicycles or horses, which led the girls to assume that the ghosts here didn’t own any kind of ghost-mobile. The buildings were bland, put together with pieces of wood very messily and apparently the ghost people did not bother to paint or make the places look more appealing. A sign declaring the name of each store were tacked on the fronts of the buildings above the door frame. There were no doors, for whatever reason. “I apologize if Town isn’t as fancy as you three are used to, but this is all we need to get by.” Ghost Pets, Post Office, Arts and Music store, Ghost Clothes – these were some of the names of the stores they passed. “On the way back we can look into some of the stores, but for now I’ll take you through Town quickly.”

Town seemed to be placed in the middle of a desert terrain, no trees in site. Few people occupied the street or the stores, from the looks of
it. “What do you guys do here for fun?” Sierra asked.

“Well, every five days we have a ball, like you witnessed last night. Every twenty days, we have a parade to show off the talents of the people that live in Town. Shopping is always fun. Some of us buy ghost pets.”

“Ghost pets?” Maddy questioned skeptically.

“People aren’t the only people that die, Maddy.” Cade said matter-of-factly.

“Correct, some domestic animals have come to Town. This event does not happen often, and usually we receive a dog or cat once a month. This makes the pets pretty expensive.” Marcolos smiled. “I have a kitten in my room that I’ve had since I arrived!”

“A squirrel?!” Sierra shrieked and clapped her hands, Cade and Maddy rolled their eyes.

“Squirrel?” Marcolos looked puzzles.

“She always calls cats squirrels, don’t let it bother you.” Cade said, causing Sierra to frown.

“Do you guys have jobs or something?” Maddy asked.

“Yes, but we don’t use money so instead we have a system. There’s a town banker, his name is Wu Lian, and he keeps track of how many hours everyone works. So basically, the people here pay for things depending on their working hours and sometimes how difficult the job is. Because Wu Lian is working constantly, he is probably the ‘richest’ person of Town.” Marcolos explained. “Jobs here can include anything from running a store to helping clean up anywhere around town that needs cleaning. I jump from place to place, though generally I help out at the hotel.”

“That’s neat!” Maddy beamed, already beginning to imagine how much better the atmosphere here was versus Los Angeles.

“And now,” Marcolos guided them to the last building at the end of the road. The front had no sign. “We have a little surprise for you.” The girls exchanged worried glances. “Since the dead doesn’t sleep, for we don’t get tired, we’ve spent the last night preparing you a meal!”

“Oh you shouldn’t have!” Sierra lied through a smile. Her stomach had been growling all morning.

“Let me tell you, cooking isn’t as easy as I or the others remembered it to be. We went through lots of our food supply, attempting to achieve a great breakfast for you three!” The girls followed him awkwardly as Marcolos told them this. He stepped inside of the door frame leading into the building, the girls following close behind.

Twenty to thirty ghosts surrounded them in a half circle as they entered the room; each had a proud, eager smile plastered on their blue faces. The large group split in half to reveal a long dining table. Marcolos brought the girls over to the table and three handsome men pulled chairs out for Maddy, Cade and Sierra. They sat down quickly, feeling awkward as the entire room focused on them. Three young girls placed napkins on their laps while three young boys poured ice water into their glasses. Marcolos dismissed himself into what the girls assumed was the kitchen. A man with small eyes stood in front of where the girls sat and cleared his throat. He dressed in a holey tuxedo that revealed parts of his light blue skin. He looked around fifty years of age and his hair was buzzed into an army crew cut.

“Good morning ladies,” The Asian man began, bowing. The girls smiled. “I hope you enjoy the breakfast we, as a town, created for you. I am Wu Lian and I am sure you will see much of me while you are here.” He bowed once more and the three men from before walked in from the swinging door that the girls assumed to be the kitchen, each carrying a tray of food.

The man who set the plate in front of Maddy spoke. “This is our first dish, a fruit with granola parfait with fresh squeezed orange juice. Enjoy!” The girls thanked them graciously and began to feast.

“You know,” Cade whispered so only Maddy and Sierra could hear. “This might not be too bad.”

Dimi stood in front of her parent’s small home. She placed a hand on her already-expanding belly. She, like many times before, debated if today was the day to tell Francius about their baby. She inhaled deeply as her plump mother approached her with tears in her eyes.

“Are you sure about this, Dimi?” Her mother asked her, setting a large brown traveling case on the ground. Dimi packed all her clothes and journals and photographs in it.

“Yes mother,” They embraced and her mother began to sob into Dimi’s shoulder. Dimi’s father came out quietly and patted Dimi on the head.

“Take care of your grandmother,” He instructed sternly, just as he always was. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, picked up her traveling case and began to walk down the long dirt road to Francius’s house.

The case was heavier than she expected but she carried on, lost in thought. She shook with fright at the thought of having a child of her own at such a young age. Her brown sandels squeaked as dirt and dust began to settle on her toes. She wore a wrap dress that her mother had made for her, it reached just above her knees and tied around her neck. Her short brown hair began to stick on her neck from the heat.

Francius must have seen her from his work in the farm because when she approached his home, he sprinted over. “That’s a pretty big traveling case, where are you off to?” He asked, wiping the sweat off his brow. The sun settled directly above the pair, beating down on them.

“To my grandmother’s, like I told you.” Dimi said quietly.

“That’s got to be two kingdoms away! Why would you leave Moy?” Francius hopped over the fence that had separated them a moment ago. “Honestly, I thought you might’ve been only considering moving there. I didn’t think you were this serious about it.”

“I just need some new…scenery.” She whispered, answering his question, seeing his usual full-of-life eyes fall into a strange sadness.

“Well, I’ll come with you then!” He exclaimed, turning back to jump back over the fence. “Let me just get…”

“No Francius,” Dimi’s voice wavered. She needed to stay strong, he couldn’t come. His life would be ruined, like her’s already was.

“What do you mean no?” Francius asked venomously.

“I need to do this for myself.” She breathed deeply, somehow able to ignore the hurt expression on his face.

“You can’t get by traveling that far by yourself, Dimitria. I’m going with you.” He climbed over the fence and started to walk into the field.

“You aren’t, Francius. And that’s the last of it.” Dimi spun on her heels and continued to walk down the road, as quick as she could.

“Do you love me?” She heard him call desperately from behind her.

“Yes,” She whispered so only she could hear.

Dimi walked to a traveling carriage that left her town every afternoon to various places. The walking gave her a chance to realize the weight that lifted from her shoulders as she spoke to the driver of the carriage, telling him where she was off to. She no longer would be a burden to her family, her town, Francius. The driver loaded her case onto the back of the wooden, broken down carriage. Dimi pulled out two half pieces of an apple and walked up to the two horses that would soon be leading her to her destiny. Poppy and Sam, the name’s of the horses, whinnied as she fed them. She loved animals since she was a small child. A memory crept into her mind, playing with the frogs around a small pond near where Francius lived. She quickly pushed it out of her mind.

“You ready, Miss?” The driver asked. Dimi nodded her head quickly and hopped into the carriage. Inside, an elder, sleeping couple sat across from her bench. The woman laid her head against the man, who laid his head on top of her’s. They looked peaceful, the site was painful for Dimi to look at. So instead, she peaked outside as they began to move and appreciated the beautiful view of the sky. The sun stinging her eyes and when she closed her eyes she could only see one thing. Red.


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Okay, so this wasn't exactly Peace. But I tried! I actually forgot this part was about peace until the end. Whoops.

From this story...thing.

This may look a little familiar to some...




The girls slept unnaturally well, considering the conditions. Maddy took a large pile of pillows on the ground and made her usual nest, just like at home. This left the two twin beds to Cade and Sierra. Everyone was happy.

In what she guessed was the morning, a quiet knock from the door awakened Sierra. She sat up, irritated and mumbled for the knocker to enter. A boy, about her age entered. He wore a professional, pinstriped suit; a dark green tie to accessorize the look. Sierra straightened up, completely bewildered. Who was this? His normal, pale skin revealed that he wasn’t dead. Messy brown hair hung down to his seemingly glowing cheeks. He approached Sierra slowly, watching her intently. He kneeled beside her bedside and stared into her olive green eyes. His too were green, but instead a magnificent forest green. He caressed her cheek gently and slowly leaned forward. Sierra felt her face heat up as she grabbed his neck and planted a dry kiss on his lips. She felt the tip of his tongue slip between her teeth and began to rub against her own. She closed her eyes and let out a quiet moan.

“Sierra, what the hell are you doing?” An irritated Cade groaned from across the room, causing Sierra to sit up abruptly. The boy was gone now, was it a dream?

“Just a dream,” She mumbled sadly.

“Honestly, I don’t want to wake up to your moaning again.” Cade rolled over to her other side so she no longer faced Sierra and pressed her pillow against her ear. Sierra sheepishly apologized and felt exhaustion take over her once again.

Feeling like moments later, she felt an odd presence at her knees. The sensation felt as if someone’s hands were sliding up her thighs. She groaned and her eyes fluttered open. She looked down at her legs, the pressure getting closer to her hips. She threw off the blanket but nothing was there. The feeling was gone now. She laughed at herself and curled up again.

Now hands felt like they were rubbing up the left side of her body. She flipped herself off the side of the bed, breathing heavily. What the hell was going on?! She combed through her short brown hair with her sweaty hand. Sierra closed her eyes and told herself it was only her imagination. When she hopped back in bed, she wiggled herself to a comfortable position and started at the broken-boarded ceiling above.

Her eyelids began to droop and suddenly, two faded green balls came into the open just above her body. Sierra’s eyes widened, they were the two dark forest-colored eyes staring at her! Like her’s, they were full with curiosity but less horror. The outline of a smile began to appear, then a scrunched up nose. Finally, a full translucent boy was hanging from above her. His face wrinkled with confusion as he lowered himself so he was just above her. She felt his nose brush against her own and sat up, letting out a mirror-shattering scream. The boy fell onto the floor, covering his ears.

“What is going on in here?!” Marcolos bellowed as he ran into the room, clearly alarmed.

“There was a man, on top of me!” Sierra shrieked.

“Shut up!” Maddy screamed sleepily.

“I swear, he was there! I don’t know where he is now…”

“Are you sure it wasn’t a dream?” Cade asked as she sat up. She looked much more awake than she had earlier. That was when Sierra noticed that through the blinds on the window, sun shone through as bright as day.

“I’m positive!” Sierra insisted. Marcolos hardly looked puzzled, which bothered her. He should care about who this man was!

“How about you ladies get up so we can start the tour bright and early?” He asked cheerfully, Sierra pouted. “There are some small dresses in the bathroom down the hall for you to wear, let’s go ladies!”

Maddy slowly sat up from her nest and seriously considered her decision to dance with this guy was a bad one. She hated being woken up when she felt like she could still sleep a few more hours.

Also from 8th grade. I remember this first one, I copy and pasted it to Ethan at 6 in the morning before school on MSN and he said it was "beautiful". -Eye roll-

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A star may be just a shine in the sky
But a lot of people do not know why
A flaming ball of gas in the big blanket of blue
That the world is able to see the moon too
When you look up to see that wonderful moon,
You know you will see the little dipper soon

--

Angel

White as snow
I fly by
I'm watching you
And keeping you safe
Stay away from danger
And you shall be fine
But when that day comes
You will see me
In Paradise

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Christmas Eve
It's Christmas!
It's Christmas!
It's finally here
I've been waiting
And waiting
For so many yeras
The minute that I
Woke up to the sound
Of jingle bells jingling
To the wind o' so loud
I jumped out of bed
And hurried upstairs
To find my Pa
Making a
Pumpkin pie up theres
I creeped into the living room
And sat ont he couch
Waiting for the rest of my family
To wake up
I squirmed and I wiggled
With oodles of joy
Waiting, just waiting
To open and find
My favorite toy
I suddenly hear
A quiet little noise
I look up and see
All of that was just a dream
For today was only
Christmas Eve

I've been going through my old school work and found this! From 8th grade, perhaps a part of my autobiography? :)

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It all happened on a dark night in the middle of October where we saw the haunted house. It seemed like the perfect Halloween. I was at Bailey Johnson's 13th birthday, along with Carly Kendrick, Jennifer Kingsley, Kelsey Wasmund, the hostess Racahel Migita. Many people had already left, while we were getting dreadfully bored. So we all decided to take a walk into the building zone of Canterwood.

While walking, we were talking about our favorite horror movie. I had a sudden feeling in my guy we shouldn't be walking at this late of night. We were deciding we should probably head back home, then we all gazed in awe at a huge house being built.

The outside was made of rocks, the front door was almost ten feet high! You could still tell it was being built. There were medium sized windows with bars on the outside like some sort of jail. I thought we had all walked up to the door, but then realized that it was just Bailey, Carly and I. I saw this strange string hanging down from the door. Carly (out of nowhere) started pulling the string.

"Ah!" Bailey screamed. "It's going to collaspe!"

She stopped pulling and we found out that we weren't going to get in. We paced around the house and see teh back door is opened. Being ararchniphobic, Carly started freaking out. We pulled her under the gigantic working tools and into the haunted house.

We decided Racahel should lead as we crept in. It was extremely dark, everyone walked further into the house while Bailey and I stayed behind. On a darker part of the floor, there was a window. I started to walk over, when I couldn't move! My heart started to speed up.

"Oh my gosh!" I screamed. "I think I just stepped in cemenet!" I tried to pull my leg out but it wouldn't budge.

"Darcy you're shrinking!" Bailey screamed.

While all this was happening, Jennifer and Carly explored further into the house. They crept into a room with a small light. Feeling relieved, they walked in and saw there was no light, but a window! Being past 10PM, terrified, they ran.

Finally, I got my feet out of the cement. We ran back home to find the parents waiting. To this day, I still have dried cement on my shoes.

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Oh how proud Mrs. Duffey would be! :) So many errors in my 8th grade writing. True story though.

“Things like having the ability to be touched. You see, when I first died, I was completely translucent – I looked and felt it. But gradually, I began practicing making small parts of my body touchable, such as my fingers then hands. Now, after decades of practice, I can make my entire body touchable for a few days!” He beamed proudly as he dipped Maddy. She let her head fall back and he pulled her back up so her chest pressed against his. She smiled at his mention of his entire body being touchable.


( New )

For the rest of summer, I am going to challenge myself to write at least 100 words per day of ANY story.

Yep.
...Have yet to do it today...

Yes! I have started writing in my main Donate story once again! :) Because I haven't posted in like, years, I'm going to put a recap in.

( Recap )


( NEWWWW STUFF )

“C’mon Aaron,” A blonde, petite girl of eighteen begged. “You always speed on the highway! And you talk about how you’ve always wanted to try it.”
Aaron set his left ankle on his right knee, letting it fall at a ninety-degree angle. His curly, brown hair fell on his puppy-cute face. He had big brown eyes that gave him a look of innocence, which he lately tried to contradict. His girlfriend, Beth, sat above him on a table at the park. Her long, tanned legs straddled his lean torso as he faced away from her on the bench of the table. She was leaning forward, urging him to at least TRY and race him.

“It’s raining,” Aaron said just above a whisper. “I don’t want to crash.”

“You wouldn’t crash!” Beth insisted as her long hair fell over Aaron’s shoulder.

Aaron knew that Beth found Craig attractive, it would be a stupid idea NOT to race him. Tattoos covered almost all of Craig’s torso, he was built like a warrior. He now leaned against a black Ferrari proudly with his shirt off. Beth squeezed Aaron’s shoulders.

“Just a short straight on down the street!” She encouraged with a smile. “No turn, no crash and I know you can beat him.”

“He’s a legend! I’ve never street raced in my life, Beth,” Aaron frowned and picked at his black Converse.

“I know you can beat him,” Beth smile. Aaron felt her breasts against the back of his head. She was wearing short-shorts and a blue string bikini top – like always. She flaunted her beautiful body more often then Aaron would like, but he never voiced it or complained. She was Beth Brower, the hot girl all the guys wanted and all the girls hated for her beauty. In the back of his mind, he worried that she would leave him if he didn’t comply to her wants. Yet he hoped it was only a dumb idea.

“Fine,” Aaron sighed. Beth hugged him tight around his head then jumped off the table and scampered over to Craig to tell him the news: Aaron’s challenge.

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Wrote this in Hawaii while listened to Avenged Sevenfold - Trashed and Scattered.w

Dimi crawled into her small bed, with Aidan against her small chest. A familiar memory popped into her head.

“I might be leaving to live with my grandmother,” She told Francius. They were sitting on the warm sand of Moy’s one and only beach. Francius wore a blue tunic with grey pants beneath and Dimi wore her mother’s old white, summer dress.

“Why would you leave?” Francius asked, alarmed.

“I don’t think I can live in Redon anymore,” Dimi whispered.

“What about me, Dimi? What am I supposed to do? You’re my best friend!” He stood and walked closer to the shore onto the wet sand.

“Francius, don’t do this. We can still keep contact!”

“The world is already corrupt enough,” He sighed. Dimi stood and touched his arm, it was much warmer than she imagined.

“Please calm down, Francius.” She stood on her tiptoes and set her head on his shoulder, whispering into his ear. “You know I love you and I will visit.”

Francius’s body temperature lowered quickly as he began to relax. He took Dimi’s hand in his and began to walk toward their village.

“I’ll help you pack, a trip to the clouds is dangerous.” He offered.

“I learned how to travel from the best,” She said as he smiled weakly.

“Everything’s about to change, isn’t it?” Francius squeezed her hand.

“I’m not sure,” Dimi’s eyes began to sting, she knew it was the truth.

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Ugh, writing is so much more difficult. I wish I had kept up with it during the school year.

He placed his hands next to her head on the pillow and continued thrusting. She clawed at his back in pleasure, ready to climax. He, too, started to feel a build-up. At almost the same moment, the two peaked together while holding one another and crying out in delight.

“God,” The girl smiled lazily as her lover collapsed on her a half minute later. “I love you, Noah.”

“I’m that good, huh?” Noah laughed as the girl groaned and rolled her eyes. “I love you too, Kylie.”

Kylie and Noah fell asleep in each other’s arms. Just like that, him on her. This is the day that will change their lives forever.

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I'm definitely not a sex writing kind of person.

Dimi sat with her baby boy in her lap. She finally saw, as she had assumed, his blue eyes. The same color as her Francius.

The innocent boy stared up at Dimi. She sighed, overcome with joy. He was alive. Their baby was alive.

As she held the tiny human being in her arms, she thought of the town she had fled, Moy. Her entire life was in Moy, she grew up there. From a large, community-helpful family of ten, she immediately felt a sense of welcome in the small town. But, in the larger scheme of things, the town of Moy fell in the shadow of its empire, Redon.

The corrupt royalty of Redon essentially drove Dimi away from her home. Strict rules were given by wealthy, uncaring individuals and Dimi was tired of it. She had often talked to Francius about the situation, and he thoroughly agreed. But his argument against leaving was that his whole life, just as Dimi’s, was in Moy.

But once she became pregnant without having wed, she knew she was in trouble. A woman in the Redon empire could not become pregnant unless they were married, and the consequences were a forceful abortion.

Dimi could no longer abide under these laws.

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I didn't like this one. It was hard and I started writing it WAY too late, therefore it's sloppy. If I had a choice, I would not include this in the "story" at all.
Poop.

There was a baby.


A newborn; smaller than most babies at their birth. Bloody hands and arms cuddled the naked infant. The boy’s premature, pale body shivered.

The mother of the newborn, practically a child herself, stood under a homemade shelter, stationed beneath a large pine tree. The shelter contained two essential rooms: the sleeping quarters and the dining area. The mother’s legs shook beneath her. She felt weak, and lost.


The baby stopped crying a few minutes following his birth. The mother begged for him to open his eyes. She yearned to see the color, that he was alive. She couldn’t remember how much time had passed since she delivered the boy alone in the sleeping quarters. The placenta, amniotic fluids and blood stained pieces of fabric that the mother created as a carpet in the room. The bed, only a flattened log with more pieces of mismatched fabric, was also soaked.


The woman, the newborn cradled against her chest with her left arm, tossed the blankets from the floor – revealing the rotten wood. She walked carefully to the corner of the room, picked up an armful of clean cloths and spread them along the log. She wrapped the baby tightly in a red, small blanket and placed him cautiously on the handmade cradle. She kissed the baby’s warm forehead.


Her pelvis throbbed. She walked slowly into the eating area and sat on a stump she had rolled across the woods a few months before. She examined her legs, covered in bodily fluids. Everything hurt. She leaned over, placed her elbows on her knees and began to sob into her dirty hands.


A face flashed into her mind, the baby’s father. Francius. His red hair, like molten lava. His beautiful, dark blue eyes – the sea to keep the lava from running wild. He was slightly older than she, almost twenty. However, he seemed to always have twice the amount of energy. His radiant smile. His explosive and bold personality. She continued to weep, craving his presence. She imagined telling him of her baby; their baby.


“Isn’t he beautiful?” She imagined herself saying as she passed the fragile human into his strong arms.


“He looks just like his mother,” He would flash a smile as he embraced the boy. “Except those little blue eyes of mine, and look at those eyebrows!” He would exclaim, gently touching one of them. “Why, they’re the same color as my hair!”


And she would smile. They would hug, the baby in between their bodies, keeping him warm. They would then kiss, the baby giggling between them. The heat from his lips would overwhelm her, as they always did.


His fire.


“What shall we call him?” She would ask, gazing into his blue eyes.


“Well, Dimitria,” Francius spoke her full name often, unlike most of her family and friends, who called her Dimi. “He has your beauty, and by the looks of it, my spunk!” He would chuckle as the baby interrupted the conversation with a squeal. “A fiery personality…” He would then ponder, staring into the baby’s eyes. “Aidan.”


“Aidan,” Dimi would repeat with a happy sigh, stroking Aidan’s soft cheek.


“Aidan, son of Francius!” Francius would say; his voice unnaturally low to mock the King’s.


Dimi sat up quickly, snapping out of her fantasy. She missed him. She needed him. How many days had it been since she last gazed into his eyes? As soon as she missed two periods and her stomach began to expand -- she knew she could not stay.


He would never understand, she thought. That or he would be protective, as he always was. Too protective. He would give up anything for me.


She remembered their first outing together. While walking in town, an older man called her a harmful name. Francius exploded. He spun on his heel and charged at the man. Francius had pushed him over and began to slam his boot into the man’s gut. Dimi remembered having to beg him to stop kicking the man’s stomach.


Dimi smiled, he was always like that. If one thing set him off, there was almost no returning.


Then she recalled him once telling her that she was his guardian angel, always calming him down. She was the only thing, he said, that could cool him.


Suddenly, she heard the baby cry. She stood at once and, despite her exhausted body, sprinted into the other room.




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That was an attempt to portray a mother's love AND Dimi's love for Francius. But it turned kind of into grief and misery.
Oh well.
This is all the love in this girl's world!

36 day challenge.
Writing a short story daily.
Incorporating each of the following themes.

1. love
2. dominion
3. change
4. peace
5. abundance
6. virtue
7. works
8. sorrow
9. luxury
10. completion
11. power
12. truce
13. disapointment
14. strife
15. worry
16. defeat
17. pleasure
18. victory
19. success
20. science
21. debauch
22. valour
23. failure
24. futility
25. indolence
26. swiftness
27. prudence
28. interference
29. happiness
30. strength
31. gain
32. cruelty
33. satiety
34. opression
35. wealth
36. ruin

In the little window, clothes toppled over and spun around each other in the wet and soapy substance. Adriana held her knees to her chest as she gazed at her clothes, drawing the conclusion that what she was watching seemed identical to how she was feeling. Her emotions circled and emerged one another like her clothes in the washing machine. There were the darks and lights, though they shouldn't be combined, all in one area and intertwining. The darks were dangerous, she knew, and could easily stain the lights. Yet instead of trying to separate them, she allowed them to all get wet and hoped for the best.

Next to her, a phone vibrated against the linoleum floor. Adriana felt her body jump when the vibration began, startling her from her daydream. She picked up her worn and scratched Blackberry and saw that on the other line was her twin brother.

"What?" Adriana answered coldly.

"Is mom home yet?" Her brother asked.

"No,"

"Can you pick me up?"

"What the hell, Ricci! I picked you up yesterday from Donovan's, can't you drive the car for once?" Adriana stood up and leaned against the washing machine.

"Sorry, Addy, I never know what I'm going to be doing or how late I'm going to be out so I don't want to be an idiot - you know?" As Ricci talked, Adriana could hear people talking near him.

"You already are an idiot," Adriana growled. "Whatever, you owe me for this one."

"I know! Thank you, Addy!" Adriana hung up and stretched, squinting at the clock on the wall to tell the time.

"11:30?" She sighed, picked up her brother's sweatshirt from his clean clothes in the drying machine, and walked out of the room.

“Are we ready?” The driver of a brand new black Corvette asked the four other people squished in the small car. At nineteen years old, she still looked the same as she did when she was fourteen. She wore a black turtleneck dress that covered her curvy body down to her mid thighs. She drove with skill and agility, considering she wore a pair of four inch heels. She had pulled her long brown hair into a tight, gelled bun. To top off the sketchy and dangerous outfit, she had on black gloves that reached her elbows.

“Hell yes!” In the backseat, the girl sitting in the middle chirped. She wore a pair of baggy sweats, flip flops and a University of Southern California maroon jacket. The hood on her jacket covered her shoulder-length dark brown hair, with red tips.

“And everyone knows their roles?” The driver spoke again, quieter this time as she pulled into a parking lot.

“Yes, Cadence,” A girl in the backseat beside the middle girl sighed, it was rare that people called the driver Cady by her full first name. “We go through this every time we raccoon, and WE are always ready but you always aren’t. But all you have to do is drive!”

Cady blushed. “I can’t help I’m not a skilled thief, Hazel.” The girl called Hazel smiled, folding her arms over her chest, proud that she won the small disagreement. She, too, wore all black; skinny jeans and a tight zip-up jacket. Over the jeans, she had on a pair of knee-high, high-heeled boots. Also to accessorize, just like Cady, she wore two black gloves. Most of her naturally light-brown hair was pulled up in a ponytail.

“Think we’re actually going to kick some ass today, Haze?” A boy, the same age as the rest of the girls, sitting on the other side of the middle leaned forward to ask. His thick Australian accent was hard to miss. His light brown hair fell to one side of his face, near the middle of his cheek. Besides a pair of baggier black jeans, he was dressed almost identical to Hazel.

“We always do!” Hazel chirped, unlocking the door she sat against as the car pulled up to the front of a jewelry store. Before opening it, she grabbed a pair of dark, large sunglasses and put them on.

Cady put the car in park and turned slightly in her seat, facing the boy. “Just be safe, Brandon.” She said as she placed her gloved hand on his knee. He put his own hand over hers and smiled.

“Always am, babe.” He leaned over and kissed her.

“Ew!” The girl in the middle screamed, “PDA!”

“Jesus, Keyla!” A girl in the passenger seat growled. She had been sleeping most of the ride, as it was only seven in the morning. Her usual wavy dark brown hair was straight. She dressed in a low-cut business dress that reached to her knees. In the car, she and Keyla, the middle girl, were the only people not wearing gloves. She wore white two inch heels to accompany her attire.

“Didn’t mean to wake up the Faye-butt,” Keyla giggled.

“Don’t call me that!” Faye shrieked as she opened the front door, giving Cady a half-smile as she exited. The backseat slid out of the car as well.

“Where are we going after this?” Brandon asked the driver as soon as everyone stood outside of the car.

“If I told you,” Cady smiled. “I’d have to kill you.”

“Hah-hah.” Keyla mocked.

“Seriously Cady,” Faye said as she shivered in the cold Seattle morning breeze.

“Benny’s got it all taken care of,” Cady assured them, putting the car into drive.

“Why does she get to know every detail when we don’t?” Hazel whined.

“Because I’m the driver!” Cady smiled one final time as she pulled out from the curb and out of the parking lot.