Sunday, June 10, 2012

Kimmydonn Week 107: Fairy Dust

This will be the final post for the Photo Prompt Writing Challenge blog. It seems fitting that our Kimmydonn has the last post as she is the last remaining original member of the blog. In just over the past two years, this blog has stirred the creative juices of its participating writers. While some have come and gone, we have all shared the same love of writing and a desire to push ourselves with this challenge.

None of this would be possible without the original idea by Nostalgicmiss. Her initial genius idea is what has brought us all together. It has been a pleasure to be the third and final 'host' of the blog. Thank you for reading and following us along the journey.




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Fairy Dust

Genevieve didn’t often have time to sit and watch the world, so tonight was a special treat. She floated gently to a perch on the edge of one of the many tall buildings around the city. She’d visited one child, appearing in her closet to assure little Monica there were no monsters in it. She already knew she would be needed in another home just a few blocks from here where a boy would wake from a nightmare and need help to get back to sleep.

Sitting on the ledge, her wings folded away, disappearing entirely while she watched the adults bustle around in vehicles and on foot. Only adults. All the children were either in bed or on their way to bed. She missed the time when adults would call on her, when there was enough magic in their hearts to believe in fairies and make wishes. Her jar of wishes had been depleted over the centuries, but she could count on one hand the number she had pulled out in the last hundred years.

The contraptions that stole the attention and dreams of adults, did the same to children, only a little more slowly. They stopped playing games of pretend and moved to games on their devices. There was no room for Genevieve in the life of a child who didn’t imagine.

“I wish I could find a way out. If only I had a fairy godmother to get me out of this mess.”

Genevieve perked up. No one said things like that anymore, and if they did, they didn’t believe in fairies. But this woman did. This woman had been beaten so badly, so regularly, that she thought magic was her only way out. Lacy fervently believed that some form of magic existed that could save her.

Jumping from the top of the building, Genevieve pulled out her jar, hugging it to her chest. Her wings unfurled and she glided and flitted to a dark, dirty apartment. For the first time in a hundred years, Genevieve felt hope.

Saturday, June 9, 2012

BronwynK Week 107: Early Friendship

Bronwyn Keith

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Bronwyn’s Choice: Picture 1

Early Friendship

Ashley tapped the end of her green color pencil against her chin as she studied her drawing. It was simple but embodied what happened the previous day. She had always felt like an outsider. Being an Army brat does that to a girl. The constant moving never allowed Ashley to make good friends.

“Is that a picture of me?” Tyler’s voice broke her concentration. She looked up and smiled as he sat across the table from her.


“I think it’s a good likeness, except the pants aren’t long enough.” He smiled at her. She couldn’t believe her luck in making friends with this hunky cowboy. “Why the umbrella?”

Ashley looked back at the drawing trying to decide how much to tell Tyler. She didn’t want to scare him away with how lonely and desperate she was for friendship.

“Come on, it can’t be that bad of a story.” He said as he took one of her hands in his. The gesture calmed her nerves. She took a deep breath before starting her explanation.

“I’ve always felt like an outsider. With my dad in the Army and my mom gone, I’ve been alone a lot of the time. I rarely make friends because we're always being transferred to another base. When you offered your friendship, I wasn’t an outsider or alone any longer. So the picture is of me alone in the rain, but you're offering comfort and shelter.” Ashley slowly looked up, afraid of what his expression might be. He gave her hand a small squeeze, a small smile playing on his lips.

“I have a confession to make.” Tyler said quietly. Ashley lifted an eyebrow at him, encouraging his confession. “I didn’t approach you because I wanted to just be friends.”

“Are you asking me out?”

“Yeah, I am.”

Ashley saw the red creep up his neck. He was embarrassed about asking. She smiled and squeezed his hand.

“Yes.” She said. Tyler gave her a heart stopping grin.

“I’m glad.”

As the bell rang for afternoon classes to start, neither stood. They sat holding hands staring at each other.

“I guess we better head to class.” Ashley began to stand, still holding Tyler’s hand. He picked up her drawing pad and then left the common area hand in hand.

Thursday, June 7, 2012

MCGT Week 107: Bohemian Enchantment


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Bohemian Enchantment

She was unlike anyone I’d ever met. Standing almost six feet tall, she had an uncompromising quirky taste in fashion and acted like she didn’t care if you thought she looked pretty or not.

Of course to me, she was perfection all wrapped up in window dressing she didn’t need. It never mattered what she wore on the outside, because if you knew who she was on the inside, you’d never again care what she was wearing.

Her heart beat, just like every other person, yet it felt like it wasn’t for her own benefit, but yours. When she smiled at you, big and bright, you never wanted to be without it again. She had a way of eclipsing everything that was around her. Like the sun, she was the center of my universe and I felt lucky that she was all mine. She’d filled my heart with a love so pure and enchanting, I never wanted to live without her again. My life before her was a dim foggy memory that I barely could pull from the depths of my consciousness.

I could only gaze at her perfect face, barely illuminated in the darkened room, and know I would happily wake up beside her for as long as she’d let me.

“Why are you staring at me?” she mumbled, her raspy voice sounded like home even heavily laced with sleep.

“Can’t I appreciate the beauty of my fiancee no matter the time?” I teased, rolling her into my chest so I could kiss her plump bee-stung lips.

Rubbing her leg across my erection she murmured, “You’re utterly insatiable.”

“When it comes to you, I admit that’s true.”

I felt her smile against my lips, while she shook her head in mock disgust. “Well, the feeling is usually pretty mutual, except, I do like to sleep, so if you have any intention of doing something with that big dick of yours you’d better hurry up.”

I didn’t need any further encouragement, and pulled her fully on top of me, sliding my erection into her with a measured slowness, enjoying the feel of her body accepting all I had to offer.

After making love we lay in our large bed, basking in the humid evening and the moonlight streaming in through the gap in the curtains. The light danced across her delicate curves, accentuating them in shadow as my fingertips trailed across her heated skin.

“I’m not sure why you love me, but I’m glad you do,” I heard her whisper just as I was about to drift off.

“I’m not sure either, but I unequivocally do, forever and ever,” I replied, kissing the top of her head that was laying across my chest.

“Glad the feeling is mutual,” she joked sleepily, but I knew deep beneath her funky tough exterior was a fragile woman looking for acceptance that I would willingly give her for the rest of my life.

Monday, June 4, 2012

Lisamichele17 Week 107: Parenthood


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I think the most beautiful thing in the world is to see is when two people in love become parents, especially when the couple, Leah and Angela, have struggled so strongly to have their own children.

They both tried everything to have children until they both took the adoption route. The process required a lot of patience and time.

During this process, Edward and I had been living together in my apartment. We both haven't lived with other people like this before. The love we had for each other grew stronger, but at the same time we also had to get used to seeing each other a lot more than normal.

We also learned about each other's quirks.

We also searched high and low for the perfect house for us to move into. We were very specific at what we wanted and the houses we looked at were nice, however, they didn't have the whole package for us.

In September, Leah and Angela told us that after a long search, they had officially begun the process to adopt Tanya, Irina, and Kate from foster care. The triplet's parents had been in a terrible car accident when they were on their way home.

Edward and I really wanted them to come to Portland to meet them but, it couldn't come at the worst time possible. Edward was beginning teaching, and I was on my way to NYC for two weeks for an assignment that I couldn't do at home.

On my way home from the assignment, Edward and I got the best news. He had found a house that would be perfect for us. He was so excited about the house that he took me straight from the airport to take me to it.

He was right. It was perfect. It had everything that we wanted. It gave us so many benefits. Leah and Angela's new family could stay with us, and we could meet the triplets, finally.

A/N: Thank you for reading.

This is how I see Edward and Bella's house:

Note that this house has a option mother in law space. Just in case Esme and Carlisle decide they want to be closer to Edward and Bella ;-)

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Kimmydonn Week 106: Conquerer


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It had been a game. Tracy ran over the sand, kicking sprays behind her. He lurked behind, swerving from side to side, driving her toward the water. She twisted just past him up onto rocks.

“No, Don!” she squealed in a way that wasn’t going to stop him.

“Mine!” He captured her, sweeping her off her flip flops. It had been fun, a lark. She had been completely unprepared for his lips on hers or the way her heart raced when it did.

“I win. You’re mine,” he declared, kissing her again, possessively.

Her heart fluttered as her friend of years, for the first time, became something more.

“Uh, Don, you can put me down now.”

“I really don’t think I can.” His voice was breathy. "I think I need to mark my conquest.” His mouth closed on her neck, sucking deeply.


Don couldn’t believe things had gone this smoothly, this quickly. His friend was beneath him, around him, and he was sure he was going to die in her arms.

Tracy watched him fall apart, his face a shining example of pleasure crossing into pain. She twisted a little harder on the chain attached to his nipple ring.

“Mercy,” he moaned, rolling away.

She grinned. He had been so certain that she would be begging him to stop, sure he would be the conqueror as he had been on the beach.

“I win. You’re mine,” she declared, pulling on the chain and bringing him close for a kiss.

“Hail the conquering heroine,” he said with a chuckle.

“Fetch the conquerer water, will you?” She stretched languorously on the bed as he obeyed.

Friday, June 1, 2012

MuseCalliope Week 106: Special Day

Muse Calliope Friday

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Special Day

She spun and spun, her short purple skirt fluttering around her waist as she danced to the orchestra’s quick paced melody. Daddy had brought her here for a special day, just the two of them, hiding from the Court and the Wicked Stepmother in a time and place no one would ever think to look. Daddy had tried to make extra, extra sure that this day would just be the two of them, their special, special day.

Already they had gone to the park and played on the swings and visited the zoo where most of the wild animals had forgotten they were wild. She thought that was sad but Daddy said it was best for them to forget what they couldn't have so she guessed that was okay. For lunch, Daddy had brought her to a restaurant with a big yellow M above it and she'd had something he called a 'happy meal' with flat little chicken lumps. She had seen lots of other little girls and their daddies doing the same things. And now … now she and Daddy were at a party just so she could spin and twirl in her purple dress and blue tights and black shoes surrounded by a sea of mortals spinning and twirling right along with her.

Suddenly Daddy scooped her up, coming out of the crowd as if it wasn't even there. He gave her his special smile - the one he kept just for her - and tossed her high into the air again and again. She giggled and laughed, flailing in the air like a wiggling bird. When Daddy caught her and brought her close, she wrapped her arms around Daddy's neck, hugging him tight.

"Gráím thú, puisín," he murmured. I love you, kitten.

"I love you too, Da," she told him. She pulled back so she could see his face. Her and Daddy had the same sky coloured eyes and when they didn't hide it with magic, their hair was the same bright red and their ears had the same pointy tips. Her nose was Mommy's though; that's what Daddy always told her and she was happy she got to look like Daddy and a little like Mommy too. She laid her hands on Daddy's cheeks and smiled. Daddy smiled back. "I wish we didn't ever have to go home."

Daddy sighed and for one whole second he looked tired and kind of sad but then she blinked and Daddy was smiling again, his eyes twinkling with stars. "Me too, kitten," he said, "me too."

"I know we have to, Da." They always had to because her and Daddy were special - everyone needed her and Daddy to go home and Daddy said it was their duty. "I just wish, wish, wish we didn't. Home ... home won't be home forever."

"No, kitten," he agreed, "it won't be. But it will be home long enough, I hope, and then you will find a new home."

She nodded; she already knew that. Daddy told her that all the time, but she liked to hear it anyways. Auntie Bhan called her Cinderella and she was a big enough girl now that she understood what that meant; one day she wouldn't have Daddy to keep the monsters away and keep her safe, one day she'd be all alone. She didn't have Auntie Bhan's powers. Her mommy was Auntie Bhan's sister but Mommy's powers had been different; Auntie Bhan saw ahead but Mommy saw beyond. Her powers were like both Mommy's and Daddy's but not exactly the same. Daddy said that was good; that meant her powers were just hers. And that was why she knew Auntie Bhan was right; because her powers told her so.

But Daddy knew too and told her not to worry so she didn't.

Instead she laughed and giggled as Daddy held her hands and spun her around and around, her short purple skirt fluttering around her waist as they danced to the orchestra’s quick paced melody on their special, special day meant just for the two of them.

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Sydney_Alice Week 106: Dare to Dream

Sydney Alice

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Dare to Dream

When I was twelve, our favorite game to play at sleepovers was “Truth or Dare.” I always asked for truth, because I was afraid … of everything. Heights. Spiders. Tornadoes. The dark. You name it, and I was afraid of it.

I was afraid of the truth too, but at least that didn’t involve me actually having to do anything. It was a one-word answer, always.



And if I had to lie, so be it.

My phobias followed me to high school. I’d always been a decent student (I sucked at Algebra but excelled at English), and I’d always loved to write. I wasn’t afraid of pen and paper. I wasn’t afraid to pour my soul into a poem or short story. In that world, I could be anything. Do anything. Say anything.

I could be brave.

My senior-level Honors English class was full of future doctors and lawyers. Compared to theirs, my dreams for the future seemed mediocre. Teaching? Writing? Music? A combination of the three? My friends were going to colleges on the other side of the state, but I was content to attend our little community college right here in town.

I was afraid.

My English teacher had a banner on her wall. Her classroom was drab, just like all the others, but this one colorful banner hung proudly.

Dare to Dream

Instead of reading Macbeth, I would gaze at that banner and think about my childhood, wishing that, just once, I hadn’t been afraid to take the dare.

Then I realized I had my chance now.

I could dare to dream, couldn’t I? Daring to dream didn’t involve heights, spiders, or the dark.

I could dream with pen and paper, right?

So, that’s what I did.

Eventually, pen and paper were set aside for a computer, but I continued writing. I wrote fact and fiction. I wrote love and heartache. I wrote silly poems that made sense to no one. I wrote about a wizard with lightning on his forehead, and I wrote about a sparkly vampire and his immortal love for a mortal girl.

And now I’m writing my first novel.

Dare to dream.

You never know what might happen.