(Note: I am going to hell for using Google Translate, but oh well.)

As usual, Harry was missing the point. It was not why it was done, it was the way he did it. I told him so and he just shook his head in that "Ylaine knows so much and yet she knows nothing" way and I wanted to kick him. Hard. "I know what you're doing," I told Harry, "and it's ( Read more... )

On one of her better days, when she could sit up and stay awake for long periods, Sylvia read to Grigorii, and it was like someone had turned on a light in his head. When Sylvia spoke, she did not merely recite sounds from a page, but instilled them with feeling and meaning, the way a good reader should. Listening to her was more akin to ( Read more... )

In waist coat and suspenders, Daub pulled books from the highest of the shelves and handed them to Laceana, who gave the covers and pages a brief dusting before handing them back. They were an effective team for the moment, Daub's height compensating for Laceana's lack of, Laceana acting as sounding board for Daub's thoughts. "It would have been ( Read more... )

Kazu felt that now would be the time for him to move forward. Rolling onto his hands and knees, he reached out and placed an arm around her shoulders. He did not bother to say anything. There was nothing he could possible tell her that would change this situation or the way she felt at the moment. He merely slipped his arms around her, enveloping ( Read more... )

Will knew immediately something was wrong. Scattered on the floor were the remains of a potted plant. Will stared, calculating, trying to decide if he had just walked into a crime scene or if he had somehow disturbed the vase without realizing it on his way out the door that morning.  Mindful of either possibility, he stepped around the debris and ( Read more... )

Ed came zipping out of his office, mentally multitasking on his way to his meeting. He dropped a file on my desk, saying, "Eileen, if you could post a copy of this to HR, thanks," and whizzed on by, inserting his cuff links.

"I beg your pardon?" I replied, stopping Ed in his tracks. He stared at me like I was crazy.

"Send that. To HR."

He was missing ( Read more... )

I did not know the function of the alarm clock, not practically, so when I awoke it was late and to the sound of Sam's knocking. "Ylaine?"

I had slept in the clothes I was wearing, not knowing any better, but as I did not have any hair the only hint as to my unkempt nature were some wrinkles in my clothing. Sam looked much fresher in his clean suit ( Read more... )

I might not have been interested in meeting "fantastic cook" Miguel, but I did meet him the next day. Sam was gone to work and I decided that it was pointless to spend the day in my room again, so I ventured down to the kitchens to see what the refrigerator might hold today. I have never much enjoyed surprises, but I was curious to learn the tastes ( Read more... )

Emma waltzed into the room wearing a velvet pirate costume coat with an imaginary fencing foil in her hand. Around her waist was a white sash, formerly the dining room table's lace runner, and in the sash was a small wooden bat. Boston hastily said, "Hold on a minute," and covered the phone. He looked at Emma ( Read more... )

Henceforth, this livejournal will be a story posting place, with lovely tags and things. Forget journaling! I suck at it anyway. Let the storytelling commence!

*ponders posting up NaNoWriMo here* If anyone would like to read it, leave me a comment.