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The Book of SecretsMoira Jenkins strode purposefully down the hallway, her backpack hanging off one shoulder as she typed a message on her cell phone.The Book of Secrets by StrigineSensibility
Moira hit /send as she rounded the corner, looking up in time to avoid running into an upperclassman headed for the stairs.
The boy, a blond with dark hazel-green eyes, was about four inches taller than her. Moira thought he looked familiar, but couldn't for the life of her remember where she knew him from, let alone his name. He was a junior, she thought. Connor something? Maybe she'd had a class with him at some point in the last two years.
"Oh. Uh Sorry about that," Connor mumbled, sounding distracted, as they sidestepped each other awkwardly. He gave her a strange look before breaking eye contact.
"No... My bad. Wasn't watching where I was going," she replied, brandishing her mobile as the culprit. Moira smiled, confused and slightly embarrassed, before she hurried off.
She was always doing thatletting her mind wander, forgett
Cry Wolf .:1:.Cry Wolf .:1:. by StrigineSensibility
It all began the day I was born. My mother told us the story often, as her small children peered up at her shining figure in rapture. I used to sit a night and think of her words, waiting for the day she would reveal to me the truth of that day's events. From very young, I knew there was a ring of fallacy to her words, even as I listened intently. There was some part of the story, some detail she left out. Something far beyond what I could fathom as a child. This story was bigger than me or my family. I knew, though, deep down, that it had something to do both with my birth and with my father's absence.
The day dawned cloudy, the low-hanging skies threatening rain at the slightest provocation. Bram paused, looking warily into the dark gray of the skies. These were not reassuring portents, and the lines of worry creasing the man's brow deepened. He knew that in the coming days his wife would give birth to their fourth child. Each birth had been harder on Kendra, leaving her weaker. Bram
HeavyHarriette Lewis was beautiful. Ames watched as she twirled around the ballroom in her sky-blue birthday gown. The strand of sapphires around her slender neck flashed as she moved, a tiny chain of starlight surrounded by a cascade of mahogany-colored hair.Heavy by StrigineSensibility
He had known her since they were both small, though he was several years her senior. She had always been the most enjoyable of his playmates, never questioning his leadership when they played soldiers or contesting his victories in the games they played in the gardens. He enjoyed the quiet shyness she had possessed. Ames was not sure quite when friendship had shifted to some stronger feeling. But now, as he stood along the side of the dance floor awaiting his turn with the debutante, Ames Coventry knew that he desired to possess this beautiful young woman.
Harriette and her dance partner swirled around the floor for a while longer. The night was halfway over, and she had been carried in the arms of what seemed like every man in the ro
I'll be attending Katsu for the first time this year, and I'm ever so excited. Decided last minute to hop on the Fire Emblem bandwagon, and I'll be bringing Leafa instead of Yase since she's easier to put on/travel with.
February has accidentally become vacation month too--I'll be up in Traverse City with my sister the weekend prior, and then I'm taking the week off before heading to D.C.! (Hopefully I'll have enough time to sew on my two days off!!)
In the interim, it looks like I'll now be attending TAGFest again. This even is at the Sea Gate Center in Toledo on January 24th! I'm hoping to wear Mami to it, but that depends on how my gym routine goes ^^,
I also may journey down to Columbus for Saturday of Ohayocon. Probably with Sora. Because I am a Digimon weeaboo for life.
How's everyone's year starting off?