Medved' Beis II- Chapter 2It was almost frightening to Kaelin how easy returning to her old life as a humble seamstress was, working for room and board in the home of the Vienn family. She thought some part of last summer’s ordeal had changed her, ideally for the better. Perhaps she'd learned to stand up for herself against the judgmental girls she lived with, or be more confident in her abilities as a budding artist. Instead, with the darkness of winter came a stagnation and a compliancy that seemingly slipped Kaelin into a winter sleep along with the Medved’ Beisov.
When spring arrived, with all its tumultuous implications, Kaelin hoped to see a return to the vibrancy and tenacity that had saved her life when bargaining for it last year. Instead she was gripped with doubt, fear, and a crippling disappointment in herself.
After her self-reflective conversation with Matilda by the well, Kaelin found a part of herself tentatively returning to the light. Her father, the possibility of seeing him again
Medved' Beis- Chapter 12Ruyak was dizzy with fear as he listened to the slow, muted steps approach the workroom. He heard Kaelin scrambling back into the urn, and he stopped breathing as his mother’s bemused face appeared in the doorway.
It isn’t Kadu. A tiny flutter of relief tried to burn some of the tension out of his muscles, but it failed. He stood frozen as he watched Datee glance around the room.
Without speaking, Datee stepped over the threshold and reached for the Adinen lying on the floor nearby.
“I came to speak to you about this,” said Datee as she studied the incomplete amulet in her hand. “This doesn’t look like the design you showed me.”
“I-I know...” said Ruyak hesitantly. He forced himself to turn towards his mother and assemble a less suspicious expression.
Datee’s brown eyes were skeptical as she looked sideways at her son. Her delicate, round ears turned to point into every corner of the room, and Ruyak swallowed nervously.
Medved' Beis II- Chapter 3Snow fell with a soft, ceaseless hiss outside Terenti’s cabin door, where he stood with his hand on the scruff of his dog Dimoka's neck. His fingers clutched the dark brown fur tightly, holding Dimoka fast as the animal strained against him, sniffing the thin morning air. Normally, Terenti would let his dog go and track down whatever had aroused her curiosity, but something was different. Something was wrong.
“You smell something strange, don’t you Dimoka?” Terenti whispered, just barely louder than the snakelike murmurs of wind and snow.
Dimoka whined in response, twisting in an attempt to free herself, before she suddenly froze and pricked her ears.
Somewhere out in the white forest, distant, faint, and eerie as anything Terenti had ever heard, came the rumble of thunder.
Or... was it voices?
Terenti was all too aware of how far he was from any other people. It had taken him three days to get to this rugged hut from his central cabin, which was itself a two da
Night Life: Chapter 8The following days passed in a confused blur. Even after he'd decided that he wasn't delusional and there was in fact a miniature girl living under his dresser, Nick still couldn't quite wrap his mind around it. The more he wondered about his never-ending questions, the more his head hurt.
Unfortunately, Ziana was almost no help in answering those questions.
It was difficult to get so much as a one-word answer from her, and when she did grace him with her voice, it was in an unsurprisingly snappy manner. And in every case, she knew it would result in the reward of a meal. Afterwards, she'd become silent until hunger got the better of her again. It was discouraging, but Nick at least acknowledged that the method led to some of his curiosities being satisfied.
He quickly learned that asking certain questions would result in her falling totally silent, even if she was hungry. Before long, he knew better than to ask "What are you?" or "Where are you from?" or "What happened to you before?"
Holding Collette: Chapter ThreeHolding Collette: Chapter Three
Several weeks went by and the two continued to text back and forth. Dallas was nervous that by admitting he was lonely that the stranger would stop talking to him, but the following morning his heart was set at ease as he turned on his phone to see if Collette had texted him back.
I’m lonely too. So much that I bet you couldn’t even understand.
He wanted to sing. This girl…she hadn’t laughed at him or told him to cheer up. For weeks, even days after his mother had passed so many of his friends had told him to get over it or understand that death is simply another part of life. Like he didn’t know that. But it was one thing to preach and listen, it was quite another to go through such a hardship. Collette’s answer had pleasantly surprised him, and even his father had asked him, “what the hell are you smiling about?” when he saw him a few days later.
It was ama
Night Life: Chapter 9Nick entered the empty apartment bearing an armful of groceries. An unspoken rule in his family stated that everyone took turns stocking up the pantries and fridge when things started running low. He guessed it was his parents' alternative to him paying rent, which he didn’t mind.
Dreading going to his room, he put away the groceries at a snail-like pace, organizing and aligning products with a care he normally wouldn't bother. As he did so, he rehearsed over and over in head what he was going to say to Ziana. As he had woken up that morning, he'd decided it wasn't doing either of them any good to be mad at each other. It would wound his pride to be the one to apologize, but maybe it would make her have a little more faith in his intentions. Or maybe it would just make her laugh scornfully at him. Either outcome sounded better than silently hating each other.
When there were no more groceries to put away, Nick leaned against the counter, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand
The Little Things in Life: Ch. 12Jason sighed as he filed the last bit of paper work from what Mark gave him this morning, with only minutes to spare before noon. He massaged his forehead with two fingers as he got up, feeling tired.
"Hey, want to go on lunch break with me now? You can say hi to Grace." Chad smirked as he elongated Grace's name.
Jason smiled, "Nah, you go on a head..I have to do something."
Chad mouth dropped, "You're turning down Grace? No one turns down Grace!"
"That's cause everyone has been with Grace." Jason laughed.
"Who cares! She's hot!" Chad exclaimed, catching the attention of a few wondering eyes. "And I think she has a soft spot for you, lucky dog." A twinge of jealously could be heard in his voice.
"Whatever. You go, maybe some other time." Jason rolled his eyes as he walked away. He had to admit the minute he stepped in this place Grace had caugh
A New Addition Part TwoMadison could feel her eyelids drape over her eyes like curtains; they were so heavy and felt so weak. She could feel herself surrounded in an environment of darkness that is until a sudden bright light shined upon her, hurting her weak and exhausted eyes. As a reflex, Madison opened her eyes but instantly shut them, raising a slow and steady hand in front of her face, stopping the light from blinding her. But holding her hand up, Madison noticed its ghostly pale color and how hard it was shaking.
Madison could feel a quiet gasp be breathed from her mouth. Where was she? What was going on? Why did she feel so weak and feeble as if she were some senior citizen? Suddenly, a voice interrupted her thoughts.
"What are you doing?" The voice asked with a stern but curious tone.
"What?" Madison questioned, looking around her at her surroundings. Apparently, the only thing that was glow