I don't know what I'm doing here ( Read more... )

At the end of every seven years,
We pay a tithe to HellI'd read the stories. I knew to resist sweets and sex ( Read more... )

What was love in his gaze is now madness.

He would make me my mother. And no one dares raise their voice in protest.

In the silence of my rooms, I pray to silent gods. Rescue me.The only answer is the growing pile of royal gifts ( Read more... )

(For those new to this, "twiddle" is my word for these fragments of stories. Most of the fairy tales are more thorough than this; click on the tag to read those.)"Masks ( Read more... )

"Rana ( Read more... )

This snippet of fiction is for artfulruin and her story cards frog, son, gift.
(I *think* it's over 100 words..)

FealtyMy finger traces idle patterns on the surface of the pond. Greenish-brown tendrils of slimy somethings cling to my nail, break away behind me, leaving glimpses of water that is far from wholesome ( Read more... )

This isn't what I should be writing, either...and I feel like I should post all sorts of self-defense and explanation and feminist rantings about it....and it's definitely a first draft sort of thing, but...it won't leave me alone until I get it out, and at least it's more than 100 words, so...

FoamI have no voice in your world ( Read more... )

"Water"

I want it.

I want what she holds in her smooth exotic self. I strut, I display, I flick my beauty at her, and she remains unimpressed.

I will offer her a gift, this shiny little stone - clink - she accepts it, but it's not enough ( Read more... )

Red
( Meet Paul/Red. )

"Cursed ( Read more... )