Untitled (part one) They first met in a park. It was summer and people swarmed there to walk their dogs or have picnics or just sit in the sun. It was a city park with grass, a small lake and evil geese (not that there’s any other kind of geese). The North Wind wasn’t sure how she’d ended up there, but it seemed right, so she settled down to wait.Untitled (part one) by ~IndigoDragon13
She first noticed the human girl’s aura. It made her stand out among the fairly mundane pinks and greens. They looked almost pastel next to the brightness of hers. It swirled around her like a blizzard, icy blue and white with brilliant sparks of silver.
The second thing the North Wind noticed about her was her hair. It was short, curly and a startling shade of blue, the likes of which she’d never seen on hair before. The human was sitting on a splintery, wooden park bench reading an awfully thick book.
She walked over, feigning a casual stroll. Inside she was conflicted and nervous. What do people say when t
Currents (part three) He looked up, startled.Currents (part three) by ~IndigoDragon13
"What do you mean?"
She watched his eyes, looking for something, making sure of him.
"You could be immortal, here under the ocean with me." she said. "And away from them. They would never be able to find you here."
"What's the catch?" he asked tempted but wary. She smiled, certain of her choice..
"You would belong to me and change form." she said, the greed evident in her voice.
"Change form?" he asked, confused.
"I can't tell you more now, it would be against the bargain." He looked like he was about to ask a question. "Don't speak, just watch." She pulled a knife from the air. The woman slid it across her scarred left palm. Blood pooled and she cupped her hand so as not to lose any. She offered the knife to him handle out. He hesitated staring at the knife, silver-bladed and shining in the dim light. She watched him, her eyes changing every second but
Revised Alice Scene “Well that was odd.” the girl said, landing on her feet. She didn't address this to anyone specifically, but to no one in particular. She seemed to be standing on a large table, covered almost completely filled with tea dishes and plates of food.Revised Alice Scene by ~IndigoDragon13
“No room! No room!” someone shouted.
“I’ll just have to sit on the table then.” She said sitting down cross-legged where she was. She looked around the table. Each chair was different and most were empty. Three at the end were occupied, a regular dining chair, a three legged stool and a comfortable looking armchair.
“Hullo.” she said addressing a tall hare in a suit.
“You mustn't sit on the table.” the occupant of the armchair spoke up, a little blond girl wearing an old fashioned dress.
“Whyever not?” she replied “They said there was no room.”
Don't step in puddles. Nicole dipped her toe into the the puddle. It was lukewarm and as thick as melted butter. The liquid had a sheen like glass and a bluish tint to it. It smelled faintly of rotten flesh, the kind that sits out in the sun after someone's been murdered, but they haven't quite cleaned up all the body-parts yet. She took her toe out once she noticed the smell.Don't step in puddles. by ~IndigoDragon13
The substance stuck to her toe and turned a rather toxic shade of green. She shook her foot frantically, hoping to send the stuff flying. Her tactic wasn't effective; the blob of green clung harder than ever. The formerly liquid substance stuck as if glued to her leather boot. The stuff turned a dark, storm grey matching Nicole's boot exactly, for a moment. The substance changed back to green. It stood out on her dark blue sock.
A piece of the sock seemed to disappear not just directly underneath the substance, but also about a centimeter around it. The stuff was resting on her bare foot,
I'll Drink to ThatWrite me a cocktail,I'll Drink to That by ~not-an-emo-girl942
Make it nice and strong,
Make it out of the memories
Hidden in the back of your mind.
Remember your dad walking out when you were nine,
And your mom crying on the kitchen floor.
Remember watching a butterfly
And wondering what you’ll never know about it.
Remember becoming a woman
And learning that you were only good for sex now.
Remember the taste of her lip balm mixed with the rain,
And the feel of drenched hair under your fingers.
Remember black eyes and broken bones
And the “I Love You”s that put them there.
Remember hearing “the cancer is gone”
And crying tears of joy on your mother’s gown.
And how hard it can be.
Mix it with sunshine,
Just enough to remember why you’re still here
And why this poet raises her glass
To hearts like yours baptized in ink.