A catalouge of important characters within Eight Houses and the Invincible. House of Kings: Of Kings We Be Archduke Sidling the Vindicator House of Hornets: Our Sting Reigns Lord Avispa Dunlatis the Vengeful (his brother)Gallenya the Biting (his wife)Zanbur (his son) House of Marauders: The Sea Beckons, We Answer Lord Kalidross Bedivere the Intrepid (his … Continue reading Royal House Members
Magic
I believe magic exists. I've tasted it. As a child, it came to me easily. It wound itself around my fingertips and danced before my eyes like fireflies. But as I grew older, its notes became harder to hear. Or maybe, I tried too hard to tune it out. Even so, I know glimpses of … Continue reading Magic
Your eyes
Your eyes consistently take my breath away. Several years in their sight and I still stumble in their presence. I never before thought much of hazel, besides a nice addition to the flavor of my coffee. But now hazel is my favorite and each day I long to see it. I love how hazel changes, … Continue reading Your eyes
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The Suburban Princess She's never seen a man digging through her trash before. She's never sheepishly said "hi" to him as she placed her bag ontop of the pile before. She pedals a little faster, when she rides past those who live under the bridge. She never goes under that bridge after 5 p.m. She … Continue reading 20
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Today my father handed me a face mask, not intended for exfoliating or moisturizing. It sat amongst my things as I drove home. I carried it up the stairs and placed it near my car keys-- so I won't forget to wear it when I go to the grocery store. As I turn away, I … Continue reading 21
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The little girl bounces around, with that infectuous energy children often have. She smiled and twirled, her dark pony tail bouncing in the air. She jumped onto the porch swing, kicking her legs high in the air. She held a walkie-talkie to her mouth and chattered away. Who was it that heard her voice? Perhaps … Continue reading 22
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Laughing over drinks, telling each other stories. Sharing in our problems, realizing neither of us know what we're doing. Sitting here for hours, talking about everything, talking about nothing. Take a sip from the margarita, and be thankful. Because when the world doesn't make sense, it's good to have friends like this.
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I woke up this morning to the chirping of birds, looked out the window and saw snowy clouds falling over the mountains. Springtime flowers poke through the soil and brighten the sidewalk, grass begins to stud the brown patches. In moments like these, I'm reminded that the world keeps turning. All of man's issues and … Continue reading 24
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I went for a walk today, just to get away from these four walls. To see something beyond my TV, dresser, and kitchen sink. To breathe some pine air, and hear some quiet. To shrink away from squirrels that get to close, because those things give me the creeps. To wander through this labrinth, the … Continue reading 25
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Some great things about living alone: I can eat whatever I want for dinner, event if that's just popcorn and olives. My medicine cabinet is arranged just how I like--filled entirely of face creams and lip balm and no actual medicine in sight. I never have to worry about someone coming behind me and putting … Continue reading 26
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The steep incline has her breathing heavily, the back of her legs ache under the strain. She pushes forward, staring at the tops of her feet as she manuevers over the rocks. Every now and then she glances up at the path ahead, to see how much further she has to go. Everytime she does, … Continue reading 27
Clever Girl 