The baby was sleeping peacefully, one tiny foot stuck outside the blanket and a fist holding the opposite end as if pondering the merits of chewing on the corner later. Sage stared at his nephew, tracing the closed translucent eyelids already crowned with coal lashes, his tiny nose, and pursed lips, with an artist’s eye, committing it all to memory for later. He wondered if he and Holly ever looked so peaceful; he doubted it, but it was a warming thought. “He’s beautiful.” a voice softly remarked from behind him. June sat on the floor beside Sage, dropping a suitcase and leaning comfortably against the couch front. “He really is. They mixed well.” “Where is Holly? Did she abandon you to take care of her offspring to go off on an adventure?” “Kind of. The hospital called about Matt.” “What’s wrong with Matt?!” “He - what? How do you of all people not know?” “I’ve been in the country for twenty-eight hours and in town for half an hour.”
In the beginning, at the start of everything, everyone had wings. It wasn’t as strange or abnormal as the history books would later claim it to be; wings were just an extension of self, used for fashion, a mode of transportation, and sometimes even a tool of seduction. Some were born with their wings, this was a cause for an extra celebration; wet and sticky as the rest of their body, fluffing up like a duckling as they were cleaned and dried. Others prayed to the Void for wings, more gave money to the businesses that cropped up creating beautiful works of art that worked just as well as those naturally born when attached to the spine and nerves, and still others were content to have a smooth back without adornments. Wings as Fashion: Feathers were of course the traditional, paying homage to the birds or the long-forgotten heavenly beings; but, membrane and bone (like the bats that float in the twilight) or scaled (like those land-bound lizards that haven’t forgotten
“Mommy?” a tiny voice drifted through the darkness from the hallway, Holly blinked awake in confusion, trying to see something without her glasses and without light. “Mommy?” She finally pinpointed her son and held out a hand to the more grey feeling darkness; his tiny fingers closed around hers before he climbed into her bed with kindergarten efficiency. She tucked the blankets around him and hugged him to her. “What’s the matter my little night owl?” “There’s a monster under my bed.” “Probably. He’s there to protect you.” “I think he wants to eat my toes.” “I mean, that’s always a possibility with monsters. Do you want me to take you back to your room and have a talk with the monster?” “Could I stay here instead?” Holly yawned into Kane’s dark hair, he held his breath as he waited. “That’s fine too Kane.” “Will you tell me about the seahorses Mommy?” Holly opened a sleepy eye in confusion, the clock on the
“You’re a witch!” the voice screeched through the kitchen and into Holly’s brain. She looked to the ceiling in hopes of a dose of heavenly patience while being elbow deep in the soapy steel pot. Kane barreled into the room, knocking against the breakfast stools, the closed pantry door, and the corner of the counter before coming to a stop by the sink where his mother stood on a circular rug. “You’re a witch!” he repeated at the same volume; Holly raised an eyebrow at him, “Inside voice love.” “Sorry.” “Now, what’s this about me being a witch?” Holly went back to her scrubbing, sometimes melted cheese is the most stubborn material to remove from a cooking pot. Kane took a deep breath, “Inside voice.” “I was reading my book just now and the main character was describing his mom and it made me think of you! You do the salt over the shoulder thing,” “It’s for good luck.” “You’ve got pots of green things in all the windows-” “Those
Hey, let's get married by InkStainedDuchess, literature
Literature
Hey, let's get married
“Let’s get married.”
"What?”
“Let’s get married Tegan, you and me.” Damian stared at her from the couch where he lay draped like a forgotten blanket. Tegan’s face was scrunched as she set the glue gun in its cradle. His eyes traveled the shapes of her face as she continued to stare at him in return. He figured this was a logical step; they had known each other since they were kids, dated from freshman year, and here they were bouncing between his dad’s house and her parents house while still trying to be adults, why not get married?
“Damian, D, I think you’v
Tell me about the Stars by InkStainedDuchess, literature
Literature
Tell me about the Stars
“Here is one truth, the Earth is round and it is not the center of the universe.”
“That’s two truths.”
“More of a secondary subset of each other.”
“If you say so. Tell me another.”
“The starlight that we see doesn’t actually belong to a star anymore. Some of them have already died but we’re so far away that we’re still celebrating its life instead of mourning its death.”
“That’s morbid.” Eyes were lifted upwards, traveling across the dark sky, straining to pick out dead versus living stars. “Another truth.&
“Tell me about Jesus.” Sam’s gloved thumb rubbed over Evangeline’s as they followed their brothers down the path of lights. Their last case, some malicious pixies in league with a kid that had a death wish for bullies at school, had closed hours before; the kid was sent to an in-patient facility that specialized in lashing-out victims, Sam had taken a tour of it and approved. With tomorrow being Christmas, Devin decided to stay put and enjoy the holiday; he even consented to have a little tree in their suite.
“What do you want to know?” Her boots left silent impressions in the snow, eyes taking i
Blane walked down the street of his new city; the sun was bright, the buildings were close but not too close together, and even the asphalt seemed to be holding its breath in want of his opinion. It was different here: more brick than concrete, more trees in their own personal wrought-metal fences (he made a mental note that it wasn’t iron, these tree fences), more happy window boxes of flowers than in his small hometown.
He had moved to get away from a broken heart; his sister said it was more of fleeing with his tail tucked between his legs but what did she know? She’d fallen in love with the quarterback in high school
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a tiny dragon hoard to wear.
On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me, two fuzzy socks.
On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me, three heavy blankets.
On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, four Disney movies.
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, FIVE NEW BOOKS!!!
On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, six adventures planned.
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me, seven snuggling hours.
On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, eight superhero explanations.
On the ninth d
The baby was sleeping peacefully, one tiny foot stuck outside the blanket and a fist holding the opposite end as if pondering the merits of chewing on the corner later. Sage stared at his nephew, tracing the closed translucent eyelids already crowned with coal lashes, his tiny nose, and pursed lips, with an artist’s eye, committing it all to memory for later. He wondered if he and Holly ever looked so peaceful; he doubted it, but it was a warming thought. “He’s beautiful.” a voice softly remarked from behind him. June sat on the floor beside Sage, dropping a suitcase and leaning comfortably against the couch front. “He really is. They mixed well.” “Where is Holly? Did she abandon you to take care of her offspring to go off on an adventure?” “Kind of. The hospital called about Matt.” “What’s wrong with Matt?!” “He - what? How do you of all people not know?” “I’ve been in the country for twenty-eight hours and in town for half an hour.”
In the beginning, at the start of everything, everyone had wings. It wasn’t as strange or abnormal as the history books would later claim it to be; wings were just an extension of self, used for fashion, a mode of transportation, and sometimes even a tool of seduction. Some were born with their wings, this was a cause for an extra celebration; wet and sticky as the rest of their body, fluffing up like a duckling as they were cleaned and dried. Others prayed to the Void for wings, more gave money to the businesses that cropped up creating beautiful works of art that worked just as well as those naturally born when attached to the spine and nerves, and still others were content to have a smooth back without adornments. Wings as Fashion: Feathers were of course the traditional, paying homage to the birds or the long-forgotten heavenly beings; but, membrane and bone (like the bats that float in the twilight) or scaled (like those land-bound lizards that haven’t forgotten
“Mommy?” a tiny voice drifted through the darkness from the hallway, Holly blinked awake in confusion, trying to see something without her glasses and without light. “Mommy?” She finally pinpointed her son and held out a hand to the more grey feeling darkness; his tiny fingers closed around hers before he climbed into her bed with kindergarten efficiency. She tucked the blankets around him and hugged him to her. “What’s the matter my little night owl?” “There’s a monster under my bed.” “Probably. He’s there to protect you.” “I think he wants to eat my toes.” “I mean, that’s always a possibility with monsters. Do you want me to take you back to your room and have a talk with the monster?” “Could I stay here instead?” Holly yawned into Kane’s dark hair, he held his breath as he waited. “That’s fine too Kane.” “Will you tell me about the seahorses Mommy?” Holly opened a sleepy eye in confusion, the clock on the
“You’re a witch!” the voice screeched through the kitchen and into Holly’s brain. She looked to the ceiling in hopes of a dose of heavenly patience while being elbow deep in the soapy steel pot. Kane barreled into the room, knocking against the breakfast stools, the closed pantry door, and the corner of the counter before coming to a stop by the sink where his mother stood on a circular rug. “You’re a witch!” he repeated at the same volume; Holly raised an eyebrow at him, “Inside voice love.” “Sorry.” “Now, what’s this about me being a witch?” Holly went back to her scrubbing, sometimes melted cheese is the most stubborn material to remove from a cooking pot. Kane took a deep breath, “Inside voice.” “I was reading my book just now and the main character was describing his mom and it made me think of you! You do the salt over the shoulder thing,” “It’s for good luck.” “You’ve got pots of green things in all the windows-” “Those
Hey, let's get married by InkStainedDuchess, literature
Literature
Hey, let's get married
“Let’s get married.”
"What?”
“Let’s get married Tegan, you and me.” Damian stared at her from the couch where he lay draped like a forgotten blanket. Tegan’s face was scrunched as she set the glue gun in its cradle. His eyes traveled the shapes of her face as she continued to stare at him in return. He figured this was a logical step; they had known each other since they were kids, dated from freshman year, and here they were bouncing between his dad’s house and her parents house while still trying to be adults, why not get married?
“Damian, D, I think you’v
Tell me about the Stars by InkStainedDuchess, literature
Literature
Tell me about the Stars
“Here is one truth, the Earth is round and it is not the center of the universe.”
“That’s two truths.”
“More of a secondary subset of each other.”
“If you say so. Tell me another.”
“The starlight that we see doesn’t actually belong to a star anymore. Some of them have already died but we’re so far away that we’re still celebrating its life instead of mourning its death.”
“That’s morbid.” Eyes were lifted upwards, traveling across the dark sky, straining to pick out dead versus living stars. “Another truth.&
“Tell me about Jesus.” Sam’s gloved thumb rubbed over Evangeline’s as they followed their brothers down the path of lights. Their last case, some malicious pixies in league with a kid that had a death wish for bullies at school, had closed hours before; the kid was sent to an in-patient facility that specialized in lashing-out victims, Sam had taken a tour of it and approved. With tomorrow being Christmas, Devin decided to stay put and enjoy the holiday; he even consented to have a little tree in their suite.
“What do you want to know?” Her boots left silent impressions in the snow, eyes taking i
Blane walked down the street of his new city; the sun was bright, the buildings were close but not too close together, and even the asphalt seemed to be holding its breath in want of his opinion. It was different here: more brick than concrete, more trees in their own personal wrought-metal fences (he made a mental note that it wasn’t iron, these tree fences), more happy window boxes of flowers than in his small hometown.
He had moved to get away from a broken heart; his sister said it was more of fleeing with his tail tucked between his legs but what did she know? She’d fallen in love with the quarterback in high school
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a tiny dragon hoard to wear.
On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me, two fuzzy socks.
On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me, three heavy blankets.
On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, four Disney movies.
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, FIVE NEW BOOKS!!!
On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, six adventures planned.
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me, seven snuggling hours.
On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, eight superhero explanations.
On the ninth d
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