She painted her face in blood, with fingertip streaks on pallid skin.

A keening in the distance caught her attention and she stiffened, stilled. She listened, breath frosting on the air. She seemed more rabid wolf, more cannibalistic wraith than woman, toes and bloodied fingers gripping at the frozen ground. Steam rose from the rapidly cooling body ( Read more... )

She didn't watch him leave this time, not beyond the tent flaps that for a moment seemed to flutter in his wake. Once he was out she was moving. She didn't ask where he was going, nor did she care to make a guess. He would be back and she had things to do.

"I don't remember much of my life" was still working and it was a good card to play, a good ( Read more... )

The letter comes attached to a small packet containing three types of tea labeled:  honey, vanilla and plumb; honey, mint and plumb; apple spice.

Dear Mr. Blackwell,

I am so very sorry it's taken so long to get this letter to you. I wrote one as soon as I read your last but I was packing so we could move somewhere else and then we moved again and ( Read more... )

Map style. Because, even though you can't see things as well it's a lot easier for your computer! OR. I don't know. But here you are.

( Read more... )

((For anyone following Cristianno's posts, this comes after Day of the Dead:Ghosts and before Final Chapter because I am slow sometimes ( Read more... )

Fog. Thick and stifling. She felt as if she'd been stuffed into a bale of cotton, as if nothing existed but that pale, cold almost-white greyness around her. For a moment the silence was deafening. The silence was maddening and she rubbed at her eyes and her ears as if she thought she might just be going blind and deaf that morning.

And then she ( Read more... )

*A small, verging on medium sized, package addressed to one Mr. I. Blackwell has arrived at it's destination in good condition. Upon unwrapping it the recipient will find a small wooden tea chest clearly of homemade construct but well put together and intricately carved and painted. "Blackwell" is carved in elegant script across the top. Within are ( Read more... )

We got him back.

I've been taking care of him for two weeks.

And he's alive and he's healing.

He doesn't want me to leave.

He says he wants to marry me.

Someday... he's going to marry me.

OMG, it's another picture meme! Aren't we supposed to be done with these?!

Of course not. Because I'm slow.

I debated on not doing any others since I haven't posted much (if anything) in the way of stories/journals for anyone but Alaia but this one was promised and she is getting game time. I do have a couple of others that may or may not make it in ( Read more... )

(( Despite the informal speech the handwriting is elegant and flowing, more so than in the last letter and the corners of the envelope and the bottom of the page have been hand decorated with ivy, inked in green. A steaming little tea cup sits in the center of the ivy at the bottom. ))

Dear Mr. Blackwell,

Your letter sounded so much prettier than ( Read more... )