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2008-11-11T09:58:40Z
ID: 45848
Prequels: 45838

Sequels: 45850


Flannel blankets. Pillowcases with kittens on them. A funny-looking gift from your little sister that you keep anyway. Lavender soap. Counting down with the microwave and making the funny beeping noise at the end, and then laughing hysterically. The ...


Adelle's Mistake
lovinglife307
2008-11-11T10:00:42Z
ID: 45849
Prequels: 45836

Sequels: 45860


Crash!
Oops.
“It’s me! I’m just, uh, going upstairs now!” I shouted through to her as I rested my bike more carefully against the metal bars.
“Wait a minute. Come here, please.”
Dammit.
I strode through the metal door and into the house. The jail-like features suddenly changed to be more comfortable and homey. There was a sudden lightness to the air, I felt myself relax. Heaven above, she was good. Crap.
Adelle, with her usual soft glances and gentle demeaner, now looked angry. What had I done this time? She tugged at her robe and played with a string of her curly hair. I sighed.
And, of course, there was the one, the only, Gianna. I bowed hesitantly. Well, actually, it might be a clone. God only knows how many Gianna’s we have running around here.
Gianna simply stared at me. “Fame, you are getting out of control.”
Hm. Not the real Gianna, but not a clone. Maybe a robot? Her voice sounded strange.
“Fame! Listen!” Adelle’s hazel eyes bored into me. I retaliated. What was going on?


Giving Thanks
lovinglife307
2008-11-11T10:14:53Z
ID: 45850
Prequels: 45848

Sequels: 45876


Wet dog kisses. Passing notes when the teacher isn’t paying attention. Chorus concerts. Band concerts! Giving thanks and really meaning it. Praying to God like he was an old friend. Getting an answer back. Catching snowflakes on your tongue and wat...


What a Strange Kid
lovinglife307
2008-11-11T10:24:38Z
ID: 45851
Prequels: 45789

Sequels: none


A young man, around twelve I would say, opened the door. He was wearing much what I had been wearing just a moment ago. Dirty green t-shirt, ripped, grass stained jeans, and mussed up hair.
I lifted my hand in a pathetic little wave. “Um, hi there. What’s your name?”
“I think that’s the question I should be asking you.”
I retaliated. Geez. The kid was sharp. I laughed it off.
“I am Maisie Beatrice Hampton, and I’ve come to see my grandmother. Do you know of her?”
The little boy looked at me curiously, as if he were trying to read my face. “Wait.”
As soon as he disappeared my back slumped. God. How was I supposed to get past this body guard?
The little boy returned with a clipboard, and on it was a long piece of paper. “Hm...” He tapped his pencil on it. “Hampton, Marie... Harrisford, Virginia... Sorry, kiddo, you’re not on the list.”
List? Kiddo?
“I’m sorry, my real name isn’t Maisie.” I took a deep breath. “It’s Marie.” I looked up at him.
“Well, then come right in!”
What a strange kid.


Fallen Angel
Thyme Passing
2008-11-11T10:26:25Z
ID: 45852
Prequels: none

Sequels: 45853


It was as bleak as a day could get, the day the angel fell from the heavens. It was a cold day in November, and the only sign of life was the wind, hissing between the brown grasses and the lifeless tree branches. The ground was littered with shrivel...


Eagle's Beak
Thyme Passing
2008-11-11T10:53:56Z
ID: 45853
Prequels: 45852

Sequels: 45854


It crashed loudly into the branches of the leafless apple tree, splintering wood and screaming aloud. It sounded like a hawk’s cry, it did. I ran towards it. It was an angel! An angel, cast down from the heavens and fallen to the earth. It’s big ...


The Bonesetter
Thyme Passing
2008-11-11T11:18:34Z
ID: 45854
Prequels: 45853

Sequels: 45855


“I’ll be right back,” I said softly to the injured angel. The Bonesetter would know what to do. I stood and ran briskly across the field to the road. The Bonesetter lived not far away from my house, in a once-colorful gypsy caravan where he did...


Awakening
Thyme Passing
2008-11-11T12:30:04Z
ID: 45855
Prequels: 45854

Sequels: 46178


It had been two days since the angel fell. The Bonesetter had splinted both its broken arm and wing, and bandaged its various cuts with all the skill he possessed, but the angel had fallen asleep, and hadn’t awoken until the second day, when my gin...


Kamila Duche, heir to the Rouvelin Throne
lovinglife307
2008-11-11T12:51:34Z
ID: 45856
Prequels: none