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FFM 2015: Day 8 - My Mother's EmbraceFFM 2015: Day 8 – My Mother’s EmbraceFFM 2015: Day 8 - My Mother's Embrace by A-Shadow-Rose
Her words were honey with a smooth voice to match. Strong yet gentle arms cradled me tightly to her chest; I can still feel her warmth. Small earthquakes rippled through us both as we hid in fear. The echoes of breaking glass and my father's vehement protests are drowned by her soothing song. The lullaby she sang still rings in my ears to this day, lulling me to a nightmarish slumber as I think of the last time I was ever held.
Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound
FFM 2015: Day 7 - Childhood NoveltiesFFM 2015: Day 7 – Childhood NoveltiesFFM 2015: Day 7 - Childhood Novelties by A-Shadow-Rose
“Whatcha got there?”
I looked up through my razor-cut bangs, surprised to find that someone actually noticed me. The school itself was a mini metropolis, the quad nearly half that size, and of all people to interact with, why talk to the weird Goth girl?
Despite his eager brown eyes and warm smile, I averted my eyes and scoffed. He’ll walk away soon enough. They always do.
“Is it important?”
Guess not this time. I gazed down at the chain wrapped around my neck, my fingers still protectively resting on the pendant. Behind the glass was a miniature black Eiffel Tower. “Why does it matter to you?” I asked, surprised at myself for even uttering one syllable to the guy.
He reached into his royal blue polo and revealed a golden cross laced around his neck with a matching gold chain. “My abeula gave this to me when I was nine. It’s been in my family for as long as she can rem
FFM 2015: Day 6 - 1015 and Still TextingFFM 2015: Day 6 – 1015 and Still TextingFFM 2015: Day 6 - 1015 and Still Texting by A-Shadow-Rose
"So you managed to bring your precious iPhone, but you failed to pack extra batteries for the damn teleporter?"
"Profanities won't get us home, Stephan. Besides, what do you want me to do? It's not like I can just pull them out of my-"
"I will not apologize for being angry at you! This is your fault!"
"Yeah, yeah... Look, just sit tight and I'll have us out of here in no time. I have three bars and as long as I have service, I can send a signal for help."
"And just how long will that take for them to come get us?"
"Could be five minutes, could be five years."
"Five years?! Are you out of your mind, Monte?!"
"Quite possibly so.”
"We are going to die out here. You know that, right?"
"Yes, but at least there's an ocean. Plus there's plenty of sunlight. Hey, you can get that tan you've always wanted!"
"...I am going to throw you into the sea while you sleep."
"Go ahead and try, I've seen you try to lift in the gym. I ain't afraid.
FFM 2015: Day 5 - IncendiumFFM 2015: Day 5 – IndendiumFFM 2015: Day 5 - Incendium by A-Shadow-Rose
If only Latin had been her first language. The native tongue of a dead dialect would have made learning witchcraft so much easier.
Elizabeth Michaels let a sigh escape from her plum-stained lips. The candles that surrounded her gave off a warm orange glow that painted the white walls a light peach. The apartment reeked of pumpkin spice mixed with the cool April air drifting from her window; they were the only candles she had readily available. “Come on,” she whispered, her voice taut with frustration. “Concentrate.”
Stretching her hands out before her, she began to recite the incantation, the words echoing throughout the apartment. “Incendium,” she spoke, peering down at her spell book, “I summon thee. Atronach of the Fifth Circle, born of wrath and war, of flames and infernos. Incendium, I summon thee!”
The flames of the candles, once mere flickers of light, escaped from their glass containers and