Sunflowers and Moonmonsters
Quote from Mae on September 8, 2023, 1:22 am"Oh, yes." Rosa said, knowingly.
Rosa sat down at the table and interlocked her fingers gently upon it.
"Yosir seems to be devoted to you, as well, it seems." She smiled as she said this. "Abravious said he would be."
"My youngest writes to me. It was a part of our agreement for him to live with his brother."
"Oh, yes." Rosa said, knowingly.
Rosa sat down at the table and interlocked her fingers gently upon it.
"Yosir seems to be devoted to you, as well, it seems." She smiled as she said this. "Abravious said he would be."
"My youngest writes to me. It was a part of our agreement for him to live with his brother."
Quote from Adriana on September 8, 2023, 1:30 am“Huh.”
I wasn’t sure what part I did right. Maybe sitting on her. It seemed to work with a certain unruly teen in the past. I laughed to myself.
“Yeah, thank the Lord that the apple fell away from the tree with that one,” I shuddered inwardly, then stood and shuddered outwardly. I went to a writing desk in the living room and grabbed a pen and a couple pieces of paper.
”…. May I ask one more favor? Mail don’t exactly come around out here,” I sat back down at the table and looked hopefully at Rosa.
“Huh.”
I wasn’t sure what part I did right. Maybe sitting on her. It seemed to work with a certain unruly teen in the past. I laughed to myself.
“Yeah, thank the Lord that the apple fell away from the tree with that one,” I shuddered inwardly, then stood and shuddered outwardly. I went to a writing desk in the living room and grabbed a pen and a couple pieces of paper.
”…. May I ask one more favor? Mail don’t exactly come around out here,” I sat back down at the table and looked hopefully at Rosa.
Quote from Mae on September 8, 2023, 1:33 amRosa watched Robin go from and to the table. She looked at the paper and pen and then to Robin's face.
"It depends on what it is." She said, wisely.
Rosa watched Robin go from and to the table. She looked at the paper and pen and then to Robin's face.
"It depends on what it is." She said, wisely.
Quote from Adriana on September 8, 2023, 1:40 amI nodded.
“I wanna let Ulric know that Mercy is alright,” I said, inclining my head. “I’ll be vague-I know they had some unsavory characters at their doorstep, least when I was there.”
Shifting in my seat, and tapping the second piece of paper, I continued.
“I wanna write something for my daughter.”
I nodded.
“I wanna let Ulric know that Mercy is alright,” I said, inclining my head. “I’ll be vague-I know they had some unsavory characters at their doorstep, least when I was there.”
Shifting in my seat, and tapping the second piece of paper, I continued.
“I wanna write something for my daughter.”
Quote from Mae on September 5, 2024, 3:58 am_______________________________________
Charlie was the first one to wake up that afternoon. He peeked open his eyes and found his mother beside him. She was sleeping soundless. Charlie rested his small hand on her head and brushed her red hair. Then he softly, quietly, laid down beside her again and listened to her breathing and her heartbeat. It was a comfort to him that the sun had risen, and that all his fears from the night before were undone.
But what was this? A good smell? His tummy reacted. His curiosity was incited. He sat up again and looked at the door. He knew Robin, his kind friend, was sure to be beyond it. So, he quietly, and carefully, crawled out from his mother's arms and ooched off the bed. When his little feet touched down on the floor, he looked wide eyed at his mother's countenance, to see if she had noticed... but she slept on. Then, he quietly, carefully left the bedside and crept out of the room.
Charlie followed his nose around the corners of the house, looking puffy-eyed and hair-tossed, eagerly seeking a familiar face. What he found was not quite what he was expecting. The old woman from last night was standing in the kitchen, turning up smells and sounds that intrigued him... but he didn't want to go in. Not yet.
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Charlie was the first one to wake up that afternoon. He peeked open his eyes and found his mother beside him. She was sleeping soundless. Charlie rested his small hand on her head and brushed her red hair. Then he softly, quietly, laid down beside her again and listened to her breathing and her heartbeat. It was a comfort to him that the sun had risen, and that all his fears from the night before were undone.
But what was this? A good smell? His tummy reacted. His curiosity was incited. He sat up again and looked at the door. He knew Robin, his kind friend, was sure to be beyond it. So, he quietly, and carefully, crawled out from his mother's arms and ooched off the bed. When his little feet touched down on the floor, he looked wide eyed at his mother's countenance, to see if she had noticed... but she slept on. Then, he quietly, carefully left the bedside and crept out of the room.
Charlie followed his nose around the corners of the house, looking puffy-eyed and hair-tossed, eagerly seeking a familiar face. What he found was not quite what he was expecting. The old woman from last night was standing in the kitchen, turning up smells and sounds that intrigued him... but he didn't want to go in. Not yet.
Quote from Mae on November 16, 2024, 11:55 pmNaturally, Charlie quickly crept off back to bed. He didn't go back to sleep, but he sat beside his mother and listened. He heard the door to the outside open and close here and there, and he heard two people talking softly before it opened and closed again... but he didn't know what they said. Neither one were familiar to him.
At times, he would lay beside the door and put his nose under the crack. At other times he was fiddling around with things in the room. Every once in awhile he would freeze when he heard his mother stir, and would watch her with big eyes... at length, he did crawl back into bed, where her warm arms enfolded him.
When Mercy woke, she found Charlie sound asleep, and the evening sun in the sky. What could she remember of the precious night? Only a bright moon and a cold wind... and the blank eyes of dead deer. Mercy shuddered and looked down at her son, and at herself. She was no longer wearing the strange clothes from yesterday. Her bones didn't ache. There was an odd phantom tingling all throughout her body that lurked on the edge of sensation. But she was whole, save for that one foot she thought she still had when she sat up, at least for a moment.
Charlie's little head came up when he felt the absence of her body beside him, and they two got out of bed. Naturally, Mercy looked for her crutches, and she only found one... and that one smelled strange, like strange hands and strange creatures. Nevermind, she tossed the blanket over it and leaned on it anyway. She and Charlie poked their faces out into an empty hallway, and listened, with almost the same expression mirrored on their faces.
Naturally, Charlie quickly crept off back to bed. He didn't go back to sleep, but he sat beside his mother and listened. He heard the door to the outside open and close here and there, and he heard two people talking softly before it opened and closed again... but he didn't know what they said. Neither one were familiar to him.
At times, he would lay beside the door and put his nose under the crack. At other times he was fiddling around with things in the room. Every once in awhile he would freeze when he heard his mother stir, and would watch her with big eyes... at length, he did crawl back into bed, where her warm arms enfolded him.
When Mercy woke, she found Charlie sound asleep, and the evening sun in the sky. What could she remember of the precious night? Only a bright moon and a cold wind... and the blank eyes of dead deer. Mercy shuddered and looked down at her son, and at herself. She was no longer wearing the strange clothes from yesterday. Her bones didn't ache. There was an odd phantom tingling all throughout her body that lurked on the edge of sensation. But she was whole, save for that one foot she thought she still had when she sat up, at least for a moment.
Charlie's little head came up when he felt the absence of her body beside him, and they two got out of bed. Naturally, Mercy looked for her crutches, and she only found one... and that one smelled strange, like strange hands and strange creatures. Nevermind, she tossed the blanket over it and leaned on it anyway. She and Charlie poked their faces out into an empty hallway, and listened, with almost the same expression mirrored on their faces.
