Jeremiah carefully rifled through the bags for a third time. First he made sure that his portable DVD player had been packed with enough t-shirts to protect it. Then he double-checked that he had packed the right deodorant. He wasn't even sure that he was looking for anything particular this time, but it seemed like the thing to do; who would want ( Read more... )

Voices beckoned her through the silence, almost like a voice in the back of her head, guiding Essie through the empty park.

A tent seemed to appear in front of her, like one of the ones that gypsy fortune tellers would open up at a fair. It was striped in gold and burgundy with an awning that stretched out for three feet in front of it. Veils draped ( Read more... )

My first keening was the day I started work at the train station.

Part of me thinks it's funny, a few years on now, that the Stationmaster always brings in newbies on the seventh of the month. Our first keening is our first day, because if you can't take it, then you won't cut it in the job. Before then, I'd been working on an assembly line in what ( Read more... )

A quick historical piece I generated for a Dungeons and Dragons character I play. It's the backbone history of his family and the fief that they rule, becoming the basis of the trials and tribulations that pre-date the beginning of the game. I've already written a story about the character here ( LJ Link) that takes place in the midst of the current ( Read more... )

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Author's Note: I was really attempting to keep to the word count for the meme. I really really was. Was not aiming for the second longest piece I'd written since coming over to DreamWidth. :-D

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"It's going down." Water poured off the shoulders of Malcolm's rain slicker as the little cabin they kept us in was shaken by another clap of thunder. He ( Read more... )

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Hey all!

I have finally completed the initial 30 Days of Fiction meme from
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"It's like something out of a bad soap opera," Jackie quipped from the back seat with all the bravado of a teenager.

"Is there such a thing as a good soap opera?" Her mother Carolyn replied, trying to head the rest of the conversation off at the pass, knowing how it had gone when she had it with Tom.

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Essie ran like she'd never run before.

Outside the cabin where the terrible men had kept her in bondage since stealing her out of her own home, the rain was starting to come down in sheets. It took her a moment to register the cold and the wet, or even to realize that it was nighttime. The horror of her experience and fear of ever going back there ( Read more... )