I'm going to get in the habit of doing this, as it's a chance for me to look back on stuff and reflect after it's all over and I've gotten past the "whatever, it's done" stage. Also, because I as a writer am interested in how other writers think, and there's an extremely slim possibility that the interest might be reciprocal with someone. You never ( Read more... )

<- 7) A Silver Sheild ~0~ Author's Notes ->

In the morning, I woke up far too early to the crashing of waves and the diffuse glow of what should have been sunrise. My watch said five thirty, and when I knocked on Leah’s door, she was still asleep, and the door was locked. I hadn’t spoken to her much last night, and I’d gone to bed early, which was ( Read more... )

<- 6) Fencing with Fog ~0~ 8) Skipping Stones ->

The afternoon didn’t pass so much as it fizzled.  Nobody really wanted to do anything much, least of all Leah, and since I was feeling every moment more like a tag-along little kid, trailing along behind her as we grabbed lunch and then proceeded to sit around was getting irritating. To top it all off ( Read more... )

<- 5: Toumb of Lost Souls ~0~ 7: A Silver Sheild ->

The fog cleared out rapidly, though there was still very little wind, though we had to walk through a really dense patch of it as we headed back towards the house, and I ended up wiping damp strands of hair out of my face every few seconds. It was a little like walking through a spiderweb. Leah, ( Read more... )

<- 4) What Happened to the Potatoes  ~0~ 6) Fencing With Fog ->

It was somewhat surprising how quickly things could become normal. My first morning at Leah’s family’s house I woke up to the sound of waves, and something falling over in the next room.

Naturally, the second noise was Leah, who had somehow managed to knock over her desk chair, doing who ( Read more... )

<- 3: Pieces from the Void  5: Toumb of Lost Souls ->

The house tour apparently concluded with my room, though from Leah’s stories we had yet to see everything. Within a few moments, the rest of the family had left us be, and the only noise that I heard was an occasional computer-like beeping from down the hall, which I assumed was coming from Tess ( Read more... )

<- 2: House of Feathered Serpents 4: What Happened to the Potatoes ->

Leah’s parents were… honestly not what I had expected. I had met her mother before, but it hadn’t exactly been a social visit - actually, I had been sort of preoccupied with the burning school bus behind us, the fact that my best friend was not who she said she was, and that I was ( Read more... )

  <- 1: Field of Butterflies 3: Pieces From the Void ->

The coolness of the woods was surprising after the relative heat of the sun on the hillside, a summer heat, and I shivered a little, following Leah into the dappled sunlight.

She had told me plenty about her home over the past two years, so I knew quite a bit about it already. But to actually be ( Read more... )

At the risk of stating the obvious, I'm Calli Scribbles (some of you in the sims community know me as scribal_goddess) and this is my journal for original short(ish) stories. They're not as short as they could be, as I am notorious for writing pages and pages, but they're here. I'm also on fictionpress and Deviantart as Calli Scribbles, and my stories can be ( Read more... )

2: House of Feathered Serpents ->

When I opened my eyes we were standing on a hill that erupted in red butterflies. For a long moment the sky before me was crimson with them, but they soon settled back down into the wildflowers and I got my first glimpse of the mist shrouded isle through the pointed arch before me, grey and mossy and pointing up to ( Read more... )