A Little Too Spicy_High Noon_Protector_A New Place
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A Little Too Spicy
TW: Physical abuseMama sat down, and placed the food tray she held on the table, knocking Papa’s glass of cheap wine over in the process. Mama muttered an apology, fetched a napkin from the door handle, and daubed furiously at the tablecloth before the stain settled in. Papa only grunted, bobbing his shiny bald head in displeasure, light from the florescent bulbs reflected on his head. I watched her daub at the wine-soaked tablecloth, wanting very much to help her – my legs were heavy. Too heavy to walk. We seldom ate in the dinning room – unless there was something “brutal” to discuss. The w...
High Noon
Nothin' violates your rights more than the creepin' mid-day sun in mid-June, especially if you workin’ outdoors. When I woke up this mornin', Mama told me it was my birthday. She has her own way of rememberin' that kinda thing. I think the way she tracks my birthday is by the way the sun sets, or doesn’t, rather. She always tells me I was born on the longest day of the year, and the hottest accordin' to her memory, but all the pregnant ladies are always sweatin’, never complainin’ though. “Complainin' don’t do nothin’ but make you hotter and make you in trouble ‘round here,” Mawww.onedoor.ccma says. The day...
Protector
Sir Morpheus’ eyes flutter, opening.“Again?” the knight asks.“Again,” the Lady of the Lake replies.Sir Morpheus has dark, swarthy features with thick, braided hair, high cheekbones, and bottomless black eyes. His strength, skills, and seeming immortality have made him the most feared and respected knight in the kingdom.With amber hair that cascades down her shoulders, shimmering green eyes, and an enticing figure, the Lady of the Lake is an enviable beauty. But she exists as a transparent apparition and is believed to be a witch.“How did I die this time?” he asks.“The fire-breathing dragon of...
A New Place
The honeyed early-morning sun glinted off the lapping waters like a thousand tiny jewels. Birds sang in the June air, small voices lilting in a soothing natural orchestra. Past the waterside reeds, the fronds of tall palms whispered in a light breeze. Puffy cotton candy-colored clouds drifted across the pale blue sky, in no rush. Fisher birds, early to the hunt, dove and splashed into the sunlight-speckled water, and swooped back into the air with their quarry wriggling in their beaks. A few gulls rode the gentle waves, only to take to the air shrieking as a hand emerged from the blue water in...