Magic's FlowerAlice had lived twenty four years without knowing where her fascination with lilies had come from. Her adoptive parents never cared for them, nor her friends, nor anyone she had known. They would remark on their beauty, or perhaps the fragrance, but never had she met someone as in love with them as she. They were only flowers after all. "So why," she would ask herself, "am I so attracted to them?"
Throughout her life she had learned many secrets. Her origins, abilities, species. All were fantastical and abnormal. However, there was still something about lilies that intrigued her to no end. She sighed and sat in the small garden. Something must be wrong with her. She idly stroked the nearest flower, not giving it much attention.
The petals felt soft and smooth against her skin. She closed her eyes and imagined clothes made of those petals wrapping around her, covering her in their velvet fabric. She brushed her hand against the anther accidentally coating her fingers in pollen. The fine
Evane's Journal Entry 14Okay… Alistair looked at his map again. Why did everything in the Tevinter Imperium look the same? He sighed. He still needed to get through Nevarra before he could even see Ferelden. He sat in the dirt and let his pack fall behind him. This was just fantastic. He’d been away from Weisshaupt for weeks and he had only just passed around the Silent Plains. He should have stayed closer to the river. He knew he should have. Maker he was bad at directions. It occurred to him now that he may be in Narra. He wasn’t exactly clear on the boarders of Thedas. He sighed. Geography was definitely something he could have paid more attention to during his studies. He leaned against a rock and felt a stabbing in his back. He groaned. What now? He reached back and pulled out Evane’s journal. He looked at it and smiled, his pain melted away. Even in death Evane found ways to mess with him. He flipped through the pages. It had been weeks since he read it. One entry couldn’t
Dear McKinleyWiensI spoke to someone today. He isn’t very famous, at least not yet, but he awakened something within me: my Passion. He told me something I had never heard before: there is no limit, not the moon or stars. And he was right. Let me explain something first. My passion is writing. My passion has always been writing. From the second I held a pencil in my hand, I realized it was something I wanted to pursue. You might, at this time, be wondering how a passion already awake could be reawakened. Well I’m getting to that so be patient.
Fifth grade, something astonishing happened, I had won 1st place in a writing competition. So it wasn’t the best or most life changing experience but I was amazed. I thought that maybe, just maybe, the time I had been spending writing wasn’t a waste of my time. My conviction reaffirmed, I set out to middle school. That was when “it” happened. That was the first time someone told me, “Writing is not an art.” I was dev
Alice's DilemmaAlice had never had a conflict this big, or this consuming. She grabbed another carrot and ran it under the water. She scrubbed the grime away. She loved Levi, didn’t she? She grabbed one of her Mercer knives and began dicing. She couldn’t even begin to think she didn’t love Levi, they were mates except… except they weren’t. She was Garth’s mate, he’d said so himself. He’d lied. Her blade stuck in the carving board. He’d liked to her for as long as she’d known him. She pulled the knife out and threw the carrots into a pot of chicken broth. And now he’d lied again. And he’d bit someone, another woman. And he’d lied again. He bit another woman, and lied to her about it. He had promised to never bite a human again and he knew how much she hated being lied to. He knew and he did it anyways. She looked at the cutting board. Carrots, celery, potatoes, onions and leeks were in diced stacks. She sighed and threw them