Untitled Joshua Prentiss had not expected much of a reception from his daughter Rosily- or rather, Cinnamon as she was calling herself now. It had been years since they’d seen each other, when she had left everything and just disappeared- no clothes, no money (at least that he was aware of), just a note and no trace of where she had gone. The lack of clues had always made Joshua believe that Rosily had had help, making him suspicious of several of his own men but now, after twenty years, it didn’t really matter anymore. He could feel her glaring eyes on him and Joshua looked up calmly, meeting her gaze.Untitled by weaveroffantasy
“I can’t believe you’re here.” She spat out.
“Neither can I,” he responded slowly. “I never thought I would see you again.”
Her scowl deepened; she crossed her arms, lying back in the sofa with one leg crossed. It was the same gesture she would do whenever she was angry about something, a familiar
A Trip Deferred “Are you sure about this?” The nervous teen asked, adjusting the tucked down collar of her shirt for the millionth time and running her hands down her skirt, fingers picking out the slightest wrinkles and straightening out her already immaculate clothing. That was Samina. Whenever she was nervous about something, her hands found an outlet by touching and adjusting whatever was close by- in this case, her clothes.A Trip Deferred by weaveroffantasy
“I’ve already answered like a hundred times,” the second voice replied with more than a hint of irritation in it.
“And it’s not going to change, no matter how much you wish it would.” The third voice interjected with evident amusement.
“I know,” Samina whined. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t hope.”
The other voices laughed and even Samina joined in, though hers still held a note of anxiety in it. The three teenage girls were on the subway, trying to pass
Jason Jason is a young teen, running away from home and family :Jason by weaveroffantasy
He was a young teen- the word man couldn't be used to describe him just yet. Everything about him screamed adolescent, a good-looking boy of just fifteen, and he looked every bit of it. His hair was dark and unruly, an appearance which he cultivated by constantly running a hand through it. He had the sort of skin which tanned very easily under the sun, and since he had been outside every day these last few days, he was very tan. It only made his eyes stand out, a brilliant blue darker than the sky above.
Jason was whistling a tune as he walked down the long road of the open country. It went on straight ahead, disappearing over a slight incline some distance away, a brown line amid the lush greenery of the tall grass on either side, almost to his head, waving gently in the breeze. He'd been told that the hard-packed road would lead him to the city of Madakis, which had
TrapShe shuddered- she couldn't help it. The place scared her more than she'd thought- no, it wasn't just the place even though it definitely had that aura of a nasty, evil place. It was him too. Why was Agustina here anyways? Why was she the one who had to come? Almost at once Hazel felt ashamed. Wasn't it Agustina who had saved her and helped her out? So when she needed a favor, something Hazel could do for her and here she was, whining like an ungrateful kid who wanted more without giving anything in return.Trap by weaveroffantasy
Just do it she thought sourly, glaring at the place. She knew nothing would happen to her with Agustina there. Still she lingered, trying to gather enough courage to take that first step. In the end, it was the cold that made her go forward, this time shivering at the sharp wind biting at her face, making her nose red and numb and settling a chill past her flimsy jeans and into the bones of her legs.
Hazel stepped in front of the gate and hesitantly put a h
Poe's Death List:icontechgnotic:Poe's Death List by hq
Foreword by techgnotic
Fri Oct 21, 2011, 8:23 PM
As Halloween approaches, what better way to celebrate the season when the spectral
boundaries of the Kingdom of the Spirits of the Dead touch briefly with the mystical
edges of the Domain of We the Living than to invoke the battered and hellishly bedeviled
soul of Edgar Allan Poe to guide us in communication between (his) ghostly and (our)
ghastly planes of existence.
Poe invented the “detective” story and was an early father of “sci-fi”, and he was also an
extraordinary poet, but he is best known for his Gothic tales of mystery and abject horror –
nearly all of them anchored in the apprehension of an impending cruel and unnatural death.
Edgar Allan Poe by Dr-Horrible
Poe had an inventive genius like no other in his