Entry tags:
story cards twiddle
This snippet of fiction is for
artfulruin and her story cards frog, son, gift.
(I *think* it's over 100 words..)
Fealty
My 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.
I am waiting for him.
His eyes break through the algae, demanding I meet his gaze. Panicked insects stop their chorus, needlessly. They are not his prey.
Webbed feet grab the ground beside me. He pulls himself from the pond, settling next to me in a puddle of slime and incandescence. His head nearly comes to my shoulder; he reeks of decay and stagnant water.
"Princess."
Father tells me I should never allow myself to be common. And so I do not run screaming, nor does my face reveal my thoughts. "The Pact."
The monster blinks, stretches. The claws of his foot hook onto the fabric protecting my stomach from his touch.
I do not wait for his question.
"Seven and a half months. He will be yours."
"And we will be yours."
He licks his lips.
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(I *think* it's over 100 words..)
Fealty
My 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.
I am waiting for him.
His eyes break through the algae, demanding I meet his gaze. Panicked insects stop their chorus, needlessly. They are not his prey.
Webbed feet grab the ground beside me. He pulls himself from the pond, settling next to me in a puddle of slime and incandescence. His head nearly comes to my shoulder; he reeks of decay and stagnant water.
"Princess."
Father tells me I should never allow myself to be common. And so I do not run screaming, nor does my face reveal my thoughts. "The Pact."
The monster blinks, stretches. The claws of his foot hook onto the fabric protecting my stomach from his touch.
I do not wait for his question.
"Seven and a half months. He will be yours."
"And we will be yours."
He licks his lips.
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Good one.
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I'll have you know I was sitting here hitting 'refresh' over and over, hoping you'd read this nownownow.
Thank you. *hug*
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*smooch*
It's quite... good. I hate it, that's how good it is. The whole time, I'm thinking, ohno...nonono.
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And yes, really.
*more hugs*
And I should hopefully have your dreamcatcher done by Friday. Email me your addy, pretty please..?
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Thank you!
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I love this.
More!
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There's more sorta percolating. We'll see what comes of it..
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Believe me, I mean this in a good way.
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