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Snow DayIt had been snowing heavily all week – heavily enough to stop anyone from going out; even the villains weren't stupid enough to contend with the weather and goodness knows they were certainly not the smartest berries in the bush.
"I'm bored." Maria whined, stretching over the sofa. The snow had finally let up but it was still too deep to go anywhere.
"Wh-Wh-Why not go on a treasure hunt?" Keswick asked, reading his book.
"Nwo, there's nothing to find." The girl turned over with a bored sigh.
"Detectives?" Keswick licked his finger and turned the page.
"I've already detectified the house." Maria turned again, flopping her face into the pillow. Keswick looked up and spotted the snow had stopped falling. With a decidedly cheeky grin Keswick wordlessly leapt up and crept away. He knew just how to keep the girl busy.
After about a minute and a half the girl glanced up, wondering why she hadn't had a response. Noting the guy was gone, she looked around curiously. A sudden blast of cold air m
Angel Creek - Chapter Four"See you next week Mom." Santhi waved as she left the Angel Creek Rehabilitation Centre a week later. "Get better alright." "Ah do it fah you love." The woman smiled tiredly as she raked her fingers through her greying hair, her southern drawl clearly noticeable as she spoke. Her accent was usually emphasized when she was tired or stressed, or in this case – going through withdrawal.
Just as Santhi was going out the door something caught her eye.
Apparently a ballet class had recently moved in next door. Santhi remembered seeing it earlier but this was the first time she had seen people inside.
Stopping to watch them she smiled gently at the graceful movements of a group who obviously knew what they were doing.
"They really are movable, huh Chris?" Santhi said, meaning to say flexible.
Silence for a moment before she said "Yeah, that too."
Her eyes scanned those in the lesson and she was surprised to see how beautiful everyone looked – even the few boys. Her gaze came to a stop at a bo
Agent Maria: Prologue, Several years agoPrologue – Several years ago
::All systems online:: That was the first thing I ever heard. Blinking, I looked around. Where was I? Who was I? ::Move to the conveyer belt:: There was that voice again. I stood on wobbly lime green paws and toddled unsteadily on my hind legs over to a cold grey thing I assumed was the conveyer belt. Suddenly it moved, catching me by surprise and I fell down. ::Stand:: I was beginning to trust the voice and eagerly did what it asked, fighting to stay upright.
Without warning I was plunged into darkness – clawed hands of steel pulling and grabbing roughly at me. And then it was light again. Blinking and rubbing my eyes I turned to see I had exited a dark tunnel. As I focused my sight I noted I was now wearing clothing. I didn't realize the conveyer belt was coming to a stop and suddenly toppled off it, tumbling onto a grey platform. Picking myself up again I looked to the large, wall-sized computer in front of me which bathed eve
Back To BasicsIt was the night before Christmas and all through the house – everyone wasn't just stirring, they were wide awake. This was no ordinary household mind you, everyone there was nocturnal; they slept all day and woke at night.
Jenna was busy feverishly writing Christmas cards to friends, family, colleagues and anyone else she thought she should, shoulder-length red hair shimmering under the lamp light. She was wearing a woollen green sweater with a picture of a felt reindeer with a bright red nose. Its' nose was supposed to light up but this had long since stopped working and she didn't really mind.
Olivia was rigging up the Christmas lights, or at least trying to. Jex kept yelling at her about the cold and the fact she was doing it all wrong. The girls were wearing a long mossy-green coat with white fluff on the edges and burgundy pants.
Seven-foot Fransiscostein was in a pink, woollen sweater with a female reindeer wearing a spotted pink and white bow on each ear and a kne
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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