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August 16, 2019
A Simple Life (pt8)
Coleen hated manual labour. Considering most labour was in a workforce, one she could not join for fear of being recognized, it was lucky enough. Yet Emil was right. She needed something to do. There were only so many time she could learn their house and fix all of their clothes and experiment with new meals that would taste like chocolate but be healthier.
Emil needed to live for as long as possible. As long as a mortal could. She realized she only extended the last days of his long torture,...
August 13, 2019
A Simple Life (pt7)
“I didn’t think you were the type to play with other people’s hair,” Emil commented, trying to rile her up. Just like he used to all the time.
She almost wished it would work.
Coleen used some hair clips to pull Emil’s bangs back from his forehead. After all, there was nothing to hide anymore. She settled the mirror in front of him so he could examine the new appearance.
For the longest time, Emil said nothing.
“I’m cutting my hair.”
And there was an hour, gone to waste.
August 11, 2019
Review: Spear’s Sacrifice
Thanking my ShoelessWriter so much for this. Such an honest review (that I am biased of, because it looks upon my work favourably!) And I’m always glad to hear about my use of language, in any way, shape, or form. It’s hard to think from an outside perspective about it, even more so than every other part of a novel!
I’m going to start this review out with a warning/confession. The author of Spear’s Sacrifice, A.A. MacConnell, is a friend of mine. She’s a member of one of the...
August 10, 2019
At the end of the series
I wouldn’t know where to say we started
It seems as if it’s always been
Then again
When you’re with friends
Time doesn’t play fair
Death started everything
And a stupid gift of life ended it
Strange, don’t you think?
You go off to become educated
When back before we were just punks on the street
And I don’t know where to go
I used to be the leader of three
He is where he wants to be
And the last of us is too
Seems like that’s finally it
I am free
Cut away from being in someone else’s name
Wou...
August 9, 2019
A Simple Life (pt6)
She used to do this with Ami. When they were younger and she liked doing more with her hair than just letting it grow and grow around her shoulders and down her back. She considered that and moved her fingers more gently. Emil did not move, tolerating her actions.
It would be so easy to check on how Ami was doing. Turn on the television and watch as her sister looked over the restoration process. But that would require thinking about Ami and she was too busy feeling numb. If she thought about...
August 7, 2019
As Time Was Made
He worked on something he called paint.
There were too many textures he liked, too many ideas running through his mind for him to decide. It would be to change the colour of things. All of those miraculous colours! It was hard sometimes to concentrate on his own assignment. But wouldn’t it be wondrous to see all of the other objects, creatures, ideas, concepts?
He would continue to work on paint until it was done. It might take some time (a new concept, still very confusing to him), but he wo...
August 6, 2019
A Simple Life (pt5)
At the end, only three people did not think she had betrayed them. Emil was the only one she liked to think about. She hated that Ami had realized otherwise. She could not talk about it, not even with Emil. He liked to contemplate how things were going with the new queen. Coleen could not bring herself to say a word.
“I want to do something different with my hair,” Emil said one day as he searched for the scissors.
“You don’t have to cut your hair to do something different with it,” she remin...
August 3, 2019
Red
That is the colour of you
You chose it before you meant to and it stuck
Your eyes reflect its special life only you can see
Before them you see the world
Spreading out around you
Nothing it what it seems
It is the colour of you
Constantly arguing your fashion is not worth it
So you ignore words that spread around you, words unimportant
Pulling on gloves to fingers so thin
To give you false sense of touch
You are too clever
It is the colour of you
And everything else, scoffing as you continue...
August 1, 2019
Another August
Full disclosure: I have no idea what happened to most of July.
More disclosure: I suffer from a chronic fatigue that my doctor has yet to be able to help me figure out. Tests and other things have been done, but I feel like I’m getting more and more exhausted.
Because of this, Camp was really hard this month. I barely made it. (Actually, I’m writing this on the last day of the month and I need about three thousand more words, so maybe I make it, maybe I don’t.) Yet what I accomplished I am ve...
July 31, 2019
A Simple Life (p4)
He would probably whine about this soon. This was the third time she had taken chocolates away from him. The last time she had to eat it all herself to keep him from it. It was disgusting, but throwing it out had not been an option. For some reason she could not make herself waste it all.
Not that it mattered. Nothing mattered. She had accomplished what she had wanted and had been left with her final promise: killing Emil. He had apparently volunteered to die through the slow process of old a...
