IrishTwilight

“Ghosts, you see, are not terribly reliable fighters. It isn’t exactly their fault, because they are dead and transparent and that means they can’t really do much, but added to this Simon was somewhat shy. Despite the lady’s desperate cries for help, he could only hover about the entrance to the tent, quivering in ghost like fear. But, luck was on the lady’s side, and someone was to arrive that would help more than that cowardly excuse for a ghost.” “Was it a prince?” “Nope, this story doesn’t have any princes.” “What kind of story doesn’t have a handsome prince that hurri

One: Scars and Roses Arissa knelt beneath the rain drenched birch trees, focusing intently. Her hand was shaking. It hurt like hell. Which was probably to be expected when you try to cut part of your arm off. She was nearly finished, and it was hard now to tell what was arm and what was just blood. That alone was probably not a good sign. With a final sickening cut, it was over. The rose and thorn were lying together on a detached piece of skin on the forest floor. Haha. Take that, birthmark. Curse broken, and she didn’t even need to get a consult from a witch with matted, sticky gray hair. Smiling despite the overwhelming waves o

Prologue: A Beautiful Girl “Once upon a time, in a place far away from here, lived a young woman…” “Ari, you’re doing it wrong! She’s supposed to be a girl! Far away lived a beautiful girl! That’s how all the stories go.” “Well, not this one. This one is about a young woman.” “Can she be a lady?” “Fine, she’s a lady. Once upon a time, in a place far from here, lived a lady-” “A beautiful lady.” “-a beautiful lady. This beautiful lady was however very sad. She was sad because she had been born with a disfiguring birthmark that caused anyone that kn

Zel wasn't sleeping when her mother stepped into the room. She pretended to be for a moment, but a lie always showed on her face and it wasn't worth the explanation. Peg eased herself onto Zel's bed and put a hand on her arm. "Zelda, sweetie, are you awake?" "If I wasn't before I am now." "Right." Zel snatched a glimpse of her mother. She was wringing her hands anxiously, looking at the wall instead of looking at her daughter. Strange, didn't the stereotype say Mom was always the good one and Step-Dad ruined his daughter's life? Losing Addie broke Peg and made Max perfect. "Max told me that you wanted to come? Why do you want to com

Eight Years Later "I'm going on a vacation," Peg Harp announced as she carried dessert into the dining room. Zel glanced up from her plate to study her mother's plate. All the emotion was neatly tucked away behind her silvery eyes. She switched her gaze to Max. He was wearing his unhappiness on his face. Of course, they both knew what time of the year it was. Every time this year Peg announced that she was leaving on a vacation, returned after a week, sometimes less, and promised that that was the last time. "Peg, you don't need to do this. Stay home with us. Don't shut us out. We both need you right now. We need eachother." Peg looke

Whatever unknown force pulled Zelda Roslin out of her dream and downstairs into the kitchen at three twelve on the morning of May third probably saved her life. It most definitely saved the life of her mother, Peggie, who had taken an entire bottle of anti depressants during a five minute period not ten minutes earlier. Zel found her lying on the kitchen table, screamed once, and then called nine one one. Her scream brought Max, her stepfather and Peg's first real husband, flying down the stairs. Being older than Zel and more experienced when it came to suicide and death, he knew exactly what to do. He and Peg were rushed to the hospital in a

The first step was buying the new lock. It was a monster of a thing; gleaming industrial steel that no one but superman could break. They came with four keys. One she gave to the landlord, one she added to her key chain, the other two she flushed down the toilette. If she had no key to give away, she wouldn't give a key away. If she didn't give a key away, no one would get in that she didn't want in. That is if she didn't open the door when they arrived. "Why did you do it, Avery?" Chris asked after he found out his key no longer worked. Because I wanted to keep you out. "Answer me, damn it!" Because I hate you. "Avery, if I have to

Felix Corsair stepped out of the apartment, feeling more a monster than he had when he stepped in. It was the second time he'd broken her heart. Both times he came and went quietly, leaving her to her grief. It was best that way. Seeing him for too long… it was painful. For him. Damn it he only ever thought about himself! Casually he slipped his hands into his pockets as he descended the stairs. Selfish. He didn't want anyone to see him. If they knew her and knew what had happened they might think of the man in the brown overcoat with a green patch on one of the pockets that she had carefully sown in when he lost her birthday present becaus

"These past few months we've spent together… they've been the best of my life." He'd said, holding her hand in both of his. There was a warmth in his hands, in his eyes as he gazed at her. A dreamy veil covered his eyes and made the air smell of forget-me-nots. Love, that's what it was. The word leapt from him unspoken and pinned her down to the chair where she sat. "I think maybe you're the one," He'd told her, raising his eyebrows and changing his town to place special significance on the word. "The one?" She had asked, frowning in confusion at the excitement bubbling up inside her. He at least seemed to understand the feeling. It was r

I'd never really believed in those mythological things. You know, the mermaids, werewolves, faeries, that sort of thing. Maybe there used to be magic a million and half years ago, but now? Come on, I'm seventeen years old, read the baby books to someone else. Now, as I stare into the eyes or a particularly dangerous looking boy, I'm rethinking those beliefs. I mean, if he exists, why can't there be faeries and dragons and polka dotted kangaroos? More importantly, why didn't I mean one of them instead of him? Aaron was undoubtedly the best looking boy in my last period cooking class. BY the luck of the draw, we were never partners for anyt