Eliza walked along the path in the enchanted garden under the glistening rays of the sun.
The flowers were in their prime, ready to be harvested of their magical dust.
Faeries were supposed to be happy… and who wouldn’t be in a gorgeous place such as this?
But Rowland hardly noticed her anymore, leaving her abandoned in an unfamiliar world.
He had harvested her heart from humanity’s field, and let it shrivel up, alone.
Eliza’s eyes were wide with wonder as she gazed around Rowland’s home for the first time—now her home too.
Everything was new: she now had glittering skin, wings she would have to learn to use, and a whole slew of faeries watching her every move.
She liked this world, and she did not regret her decision by any means, but she was the new girl… so she stuck to Rowland’s side like glue.
Eliza had left her human life behind for the sake of the one she loved.
And that love had the power to transform… literally.
“Run! We need to leave, now!” Kara said as she and Randy hurried down the street. Her legs burned, but she couldn’t give up, or they’d never make it home.
“Wait!” Randy said, stopping short. “I thought I heard someone yell my name.”
What was he thinking? They didn’t have a second to waste. The portal was closing, and if they didn’t get to it in—Kara looked at her watch—three minutes, they would be stuck ten years in the future forever.
I wasn’t always like this—the stone cold assassin I am today.
I used to smile, used to love, used to live.
She was the one who kept me on track; the one who saw the good in me when no one else could.
But they asked for it when they took her from me.
Because when you cut off the medicine, the deadly force comes back with a vengeance.
This is my entry for the Menage Monday challenge at caramichaels.com
“Come on, Aurora, give it a try,” Aurora said with a playful smile. “You have to learn to fly sometime.”
“I can’t,” I said.
Her purple, shimmering wings shuffled as she placed her hands on her hips. “I’m the one in charge of training you during your transition. Maybe you just need a little inspiration.”
She blinked, and instantly we were in a parking garage. Not a human in sight.
Ever been so upset about something that you wanted to scream, pull out your hair, throw something against the wall, or do any other activity to funnel that rage out of you?
Of course you have. Everyone has.
Writing is definitely an emotional outlet for many, but I’ve always had unproductive experiences in the past. I would be upset and decide to start writing, scribbling furiously on the page or typing like a mad-woman on the computer. But the product that came from my efforts was always, in a word, CRAP.
Here is my entry for the Forbidden Love Blog Hop contest at Bullishink.com
Reason
“I smell humans,” Elena, our queen, said with a mischievous smile.
I could smell them too—unsuspecting sailors about to fall prey to our charms. My fin itched in anticipation. We waited just below the surface of the water as the oncoming rowboat slowed to a stop above our heads.
I joined Jeff Goins’ 15 day challenge: 15 Habits of Great Writers.
The first challenge: Declare you’re a writer… to a live person.
This is my second entry into the Faerytaleish contest at 264 words
The Transformation
“So I guess this is goodbye,” Eliza said in as strong of a voice as she could manage. She didn’t know how much longer she could hold back the tears.
“It doesn’t have to be,” Rowland said, inching closer to her. He found her presence intoxicating and the thought of leaving her was so unbearable that it hurt to breathe.
I’m so excited, this is my first time entering one of the contests on the Yearning For Wonderland blog. So here is my entry at 299 words:
The Color of Love
Faye lived in a world where people could only see in black and gray. And she was the sole person who could see color. Everyone around her saw nothing but the black of evil in the hearts of others, and the gray of suspicion clouded their minds. But not her.