Daphne pulled herself out of the steaming pool. The boiling water beaded on her milky blue skin. Dusk was settling behind the line of trees in the distance, giving the barren white landscape a rosy glow. Steam sizzled and twisted into the air around Daphne while she opened and closed her fist, gazing at the last rays … More Colter’s Mermaid
Hermione Granger tapped her toe and shifted the books in her arm. It was 9 o’clock already by her watch, yet, the Monomouthshire Public Library’s little green door stood stubbornly shut. At ten years old, the bushy-haired, buck-toothed, brown-skinned girl was the youngest of the three people waiting to get inside. From behind her, Hermione heard … More Hermione Granger and the Public Library
Eleanor Abbot looked down at the pile of steaming mush in front of her and wiped damp hair out of her eyes. Ichabod – the black cat – glared at her from across the table. “I know it’s bad, Ichabod,” Eleanor groaned and collapsed onto a nearby chair, “you don’t need to look at me like that.” The … More The White Cape
Ronnie can hear the spokes on her bike whistling as she breezes past canal Zwanenburgwal. A fine mist hangs over the city, and the cold bites at her bare hands. With one hand on her handlebars, she breathes hot air onto the other. When she switches hands to warm the other, her wheels makes a … More Rembrandt’s Bed
Keira’s stomach flipped as her feet slid a few inches, her arms splayed out for balance.
“Thanks,” she grumbled to the fellow student who stopped to help pick up the scattered contents of her black portfolio. The person, or possibly monster, it was hard to tell under the bundle of winter clothes, nodded and continued on their hunched trek. … More Show Me Everything
I had never considered dumping a full $6 steamy cappuccino on a total stranger before, but when the young couple in the window leaned in for another kiss, I deeply considered it. On the day I’m supposed to dump Abe the vulgarity of their affection is an affront. Bouncing my leg, I glance at my watch again … More Cold Hearted Bitch
The third and final installment of The Christmas Caper: read the first, second, and other Fiction Fridays here! Happy Christmas! The plan to use Tree as a perch to spy on and stop the intruder’s inevitable attempt on the kitchen’s goodies was swiftly put into action. After carefully calculating the distance between herself and her … More Molly & Marmalade || The Christmas Caper (The End!)
Molly’s news that an intruder was planning to burglarize countless neighborhood homes was distressing. That Molly reported the thefts of all food in these homes was to take place tonight, was cataclysmic. … More Molly & Marmalade || The Christmas Caper, cont.
Marmalade swatted lazily at the lower boughs of Tree for good measure.
… More Molly & Marmalade || The Christmas Caper
Hazel’s stomach did a nervous jig and she attempted to smile demurely – and maturely – at the other guests, some of whom Hazel guessed were from the Frenchman’s artistic circle. … More The Real McCoy || Part II