A Picnic Under the Moon"Where are we going, Angel?" asked Marie for the 3rd time. "It's not fair to take advantage of a blind person like this. You know that!"
"All will be revealed in due course, Marie," replied the Phantom. "And has it even occurred to you to consider where we are going by using your other senses?"
Ah, of course. Why didn't I think of that? thought Marie sarcastically. Sheesh! Her Angel was good at many things; keeping people up to speed with his mind's mysterious workings was not one of them though. Then again, in the absence of her sight, like all blind people, her other senses HAD been heightened. She brushed back a strand of her red hair with the hand that the Opera Ghost wasn't leading her by, and tried exactly what he had suggested she do.
"Hmm..." she wondered aloud. "Well, I started not hearing my footsteps a couple meters back, and I felt the ground go soft beneath my boots.
Two Friends, Many SecretsIt was another lazy afternoon. It was the week before finals, but I had done all the work I could do for the moment for my online courses. My professors weren't expecting anything more of me until Thursday, and my friends at home were all busy with other commitments. I didn't need to go shopping, go for a walk, or do anything in particular until tomorrow. *sigh* The trade off for not having to get up and go to school, and having courses that met on fewer days than was usual (My mental health thanked me for this repeatedly.), was these moments of lull and boredom, which I abhorred. Above all things not concerned with morality and justice, I could not stand being bored.
I was just about to pop some popcorn, grab a bottle of iced tea, and settle in to watching The Great Game for the 5th time when I heard something like a crash outside. Since there weren't any car alarms following the sudden disturbance, I decided it wasn't
Are You Blind?!As soon as the last person had gone to bed for the night, Marie emerged from her hiding place. She had been hiding in the costume room until the last stagehand had either gone home or gone upstairs because she didn't want anyone to see her. Feh! Not like I'm that noticeable already, she thought sarcastically. No one ever notices "blind, helpless stage hand girl".
Putting aside thoughts of misconceptions, she felt along the numerous rows of a costumes for something. She had been hiding in a row of muslin dresses, so she knew she wouldn't find it there. Was this... no; this was silk robes and skirts made of fringe. And here was... nope, wool sweaters. Dang! Where was a... wait! Here it was! If Marie had been able to see in the limited light, she would've seen she had picked out a light blue tutu from the rack, a perfect color to match her red hair and green, yet unseei
Rivers, Frogs, and FriendsAhhh! Nothing like a good spring day to go take a walk down by the waterfront. Especially when that waterfront is in Storybrooke; in addition to getting a good workout in as you walk along the boat docks and down to the park, it offers some prime opportunities for viewing the local wild life, which was just what I needed for doing a survey of species in the area for my latest biology report.
I was squatting by a particularly large patch of cattails by the bench where Jasper and Bianca had met Henry for the first time. I hadn't heard much from them since that day when they finally worked up the nerve to come to my house and ask after their father. From what Bianca did tell me in these past few weeks, they were still living by themselves, but Jasper had finally come out of his shell and had made friends with a couple kids: that Paige kid that Jefferson came to see me about last week (I still had yet to find out whether he was coming
White, Red, PurpleThree girls in the forest.
One princess and two peasants.
Two have lost their mothers; one has not; all of their parents adore them.
Two learn the secrets of the forest; one does not.
One learns how to track animals; another learns how to make medicine; the third learns how to rule a kingdom.
All learn how to be grown-up.
Three young women in the forest.
One princess and two peasants.
Two are on the run from something; one is not; all are terribly persecuted.
Two are victims of powerful spells; one knows how to make spells.
Two have found, and lost, true love; one has not.
All of them are true friends, and always will be.
Of Monsters and ThievesPrincess Jade was sitting underneath her mother's apple tree, reading a book. It was another account of some foreign prince or other slaying a monstrous beast, nothing all that different from what was usually written in books. What was usually not written though was how most of them went to this enchanter or that sorceress, or perhaps even a simple peasant, for help with their problem; it was the combination of the knowledge they gained, and the skill they already possessed, that won the day. And yet, the third party in this "good and evil" equation was left in obscurity for the most part, something that made her quite upset.
"What are you looking at, Jade?" asked Princess Snow White as she came up to her younger step-sister and sat down with her. Jade didn't look up, so she looked over into what she was reading. "Oh, another one of those "man versus monster" things."
"Sadly, yes. It's all that there seems to be to read
A Stranger in the LibraryAfter making sure my computer would play the mediation when I was ready, marking my place in my poetry book, and clearing a space on my sitting room floor, I lay down on my back, closed my eyes, and began to draw a circle of protection around myself. That part of the meditation usually took me the longest to do, but I was able to draw a circle of purple light, and put up a shield of smoke of the same color, quite quickly this time. Before I knew it, my spirit self was out of my body, looking down at me in my Perry the Platypus T-shirt, black jeans, and white socks. I lingered there for a moment, but I knew my body would be safe as I explored the realm of dreams.
I went over to my front door and opened it. Like the meditation said I would encounter, instead of the normal quiet streets of Storybrooke, I came upon a long, medieval hallway lined with doors. I walked down the hallway, glancing at the doors and what lay within for what s
The Magic Child and the Good WitchHenry was sitting on a bench, looking at his big storybook again. He would often come to this bench when he didn't feel like going to The Castle, which used to be a few more yards up the waterfront from it. Like The Castle, it was a good place to read stories, to dream about greater things, or just to sit quiet and listen to the water. He was quite the prominent presence in town, being the Mayor's adopted son and all, but it was good to know that he was still young enough that he could disappear unnoticed quite easily. His "mother" didn't know he was here (She had to make a call to one of Storybrooke's newest residents today.); his real mother didn't know he was here (Emma was out on... Sheriff business or something.); no one in all of Fairytale Land knew he was... hey!
He looked up from his book, which he had opened to a place that didn't have any pictures. It was that new boy from the 3rd grade class at his school, coming across
He Is...He is a coward.
He ran from the battle, and lost his leg.
He ran from the Duke, and lost his dignity.
He killed a peddler, and lost his mortality.
He is a craftsman.
He made fine yarn, and he made a profit.
He made torches, and he made a fire.
He made a choice, and he made a Devil's bargain.
He is a father.
The one thing he held most dear,
The one thing he sacrificed everything for
Didn't recognize him after the change occurred.
He is a lover.
Gold has little value since he makes it on his own.
True love's kiss nearly broke his curse,
And then he said, "No one can ever, EVER love me."
He is the Devil.
Something as old as time speaks through his mouth.
The words are not his own, and yet they have his voice.
Something inside that ageless being still struggles to break out.
He is a desperate soul.
Money cannot buy you happiness.
He is living proof of that.
All he has to show for it is a chipped tea cup.
He is Rumpelstiltskin.