• It wasn’t that obvious to Ian and myself that we had a lot more presents than we thought; or that our combined families actually went out of their way to take care of our needs this year. But with the medical bills and everything else (plus the wedding earlier this year)… I am so thankful […]

  • It’s not practical to cry about things one has no control over, it is true… I tell myself that, anyway. But I’ve never been a logical creature, and that’s why I cry. Because for all my creativity, I can’t heal the hurt done to logical people. And I don’t understand why that is, and why […]

  • “Bunny! Bunny bunny bunny!” My six-year-old grabbed my hand and shrieked in that way six-year-olds do when they discover something new, and they’re obviously excited over it.

    …was I ever that excited? I must have been at one point, to be able to continue my life as it were.

  • Duck. It’s the first command I ever disobeyed from a knight. And the last. I was told later my head got ripped off my shoulders by the first swing of the barbarian horde. Funny way to die, I think. And all because instead of doing the verb, I thought about the noun.

  • “That’s all I want, really. At the end of the day, a giant bonfire. And around that fire, are people who just succeeded and also failed. And around that fire they tell stories. They drink, eat, and tell stories. About my plot. And how it changed their real lives for the better. That would be […]

  • “Every once in a while, I wonder if cats aren’t just being the World’s Biggest Jerks to us. I mean, I stick it to them, of course. What do they need their whiskers for, anyway?” …and that’s when I hailed a cab and went home.

  • “What kind of costume are you going to be wearing for the Black & White?” he asked. “I don’t know. Alex is making my boa… so maybe that’ll be it.” “…aren’t you married?” “Oh, right. I should go in a sack.”

  • “No good. I can’t reach the table,” he grumbled, sitting back down with his back against the chair leg. “I told you not to drink or eat anything in Faerie!” she scolded him. “It said ‘Drink Me’! What the hell did you think I was going to do?”

  • “Octopus? Really?” “Well, it’s more like a giant squid,” I tried explaining to Pavis. “Listen, there are too many tentacles in the Realms; we have to think of something different?” And that’s when I slapped him with sushi.

  • Janna Oakfellow-Pushee commented on the post, sweater 9 years ago

    “Put on a sweater if you’re that damn cold.” I shivered under the blankets… I wasn’t cold. I was just sick. But I couldn’t let him know that. If I did, he’d never leave. And quite frankly, I’d had enough of ‘over-bearing relatives’ for one week.

  • “Really? Sunlight again?” …I’m growing tired of this word. Not sunlight itself. I love that one. But twice in one day for oneword is weird. Three times is *ugh* in my mind. That’s right. I typed *ugh*.

  • I wish the sunlight would stay in your heart after we part. When you’re alone and suffering, and then make it sound like its no big deal, you inadvertently take all the sunlight from us as well. But you don’t use it to warm your heart… you lose it. Drop it. Fumble it. Do you […]

  • The sunlight shone ribbons through her hair, and he drew her down upon the mossy hill. “Did you ever think this would happen?” he asked breathlessly, burying his face in her long, auburn hair. “No… and I think that’s why I like it!” she smiled back.

  • Janna Oakfellow-Pushee commented on the post, chatter 9 years ago

    She kept up with her useless chatter for hours during the excursion. In the back of the line, her obnoxious voice carried forward through the small army. So, I asked her what her name was. “Prattle!” she exclaimed.

  • Janna Oakfellow-Pushee commented on the post, grown 9 years ago

    “Uh…” he looked up at the kitten in the courtyard. “I’m pretty sure most of our animals are bred, born, and home-grown here in Achoria… but that? That’s not normal.” The lord backed up into the wall, face startled when he realized there was nowhere to go. “You can fix this, right?!” his head turned […]

  • Janna Oakfellow-Pushee commented on the post, tallest 9 years ago

    “You’ve… got to be the tallest Achorian I’ve ever met,” said the gray elf, staring up into the man’s eyes. “Everyone around here is… well, at least five feet. But you–” she fell silent. The man chuckled. “Not only am I intimidating, I’m also a side-show. Good to know.”

  • Janna Oakfellow-Pushee commented on the post, walk 9 years ago

    “Hey, want to go for a walk with me? Talk about our days and go into the evening?” “Not tonight!” He rushed past me. “I have a date!” and he cheered a little bit and ran down the sidewalk to catch the bus.

    It was then I saw the first sign of being replaced.

  • “Want to go swimming?” “Dude, it’s October first in New England.” “Yeah, I know, but it’s raining so hard that the truck down the street’s on our lawn.” And that’s how my evacuation story started.

  • Janna Oakfellow-Pushee commented on the post, jazz 9 years ago

    “Could you jazz up this story a little?” And I looked at her as though she had asked me to make the Mona Lisa more modern and in-line with today’s pop culture. “…no,” I replied. “No, I can’t.”

  • Janna Oakfellow-Pushee commented on the post, watch 9 years ago

    “Watch me @^&@ this guy’s birthday,” Atticus chuckled, raising his wand. Iawen arched an eyebrow, and looked back to Valas. The guy claimed to have come from another world… so clearly he was a quack. Right?