• mrsmig commented on the post, install 9 months, 1 week ago

    “Once I’m installed as king, I’ll be making some changes,” Rob said. “First, I’m going to get rid of that long leech that clings to Hogia’s backside.”

  • mrsmig commented on the post, wolf 9 months, 1 week ago

    Wolfe looked up at him, and an impish grin crossed his face. He bowed, his withered leg thrust out with all the grace he could muster. “Oh, stop it,” Kristan said crossly. “Robbie, come up here, please.”

  • mrsmig commented on the post, hungry 9 months, 1 week ago

    She was hungrier than she realized, and had wolfed down one bowl of stew and was in the process of helping herself to another when she felt Kristan’s gaze. She let go of the ladle, embarassed, but he only smiled. “I like to see you with an appetite,” he said.

  • mrsmig commented on the post, pattern 9 months, 1 week ago

    Heather squinted as the rising sun sent shifting patterns of light across the summer-still lake. There – a series of ripples as Kristan’s head broke the surface.

  • mrsmig commented on the post, sunlight 9 months, 1 week ago

    Sunlight poured through the glass, playing strongly on the baby’s face. The child’s small features were screwed tight against the light, and with a few gentle words, Kristan bent to pick her up.

  • mrsmig commented on the post, circles 9 months, 2 weeks ago

    He drew a circle in the sand with his forefinger. It pleased him when he was done; he made another circle interlocking that one, then another. When he had five he began to hum the Olympics anthem.

  • mrsmig commented on the post, monitor 9 months, 2 weeks ago

    He put his hand on his chest, monitoring his own heartbeat. There was no need to be so frightened; Avi had only spooked herself with the halves of the ball, and she seemed all right now. Yet his heart still hammered in his chest.

  • mrsmig commented on the post, sleeves 2 years, 4 months ago

    His sleeves were pushed back to the elbow but no further. Further would have exposed the scars that laced his biceps. Even on the hottest days, his forearms were all she saw.

  • mrsmig commented on the post, market 2 years, 4 months ago

    The market trolley was an old one. Its push bar was rusted and the advert peeling; the wheels wobbled like a drunk after last call.

  • mrsmig commented on the post, towers 2 years, 4 months ago

    He towers over me, at once threatening and awesome. I know he could swat me down like a bear swatting a rabbit, but I also know that a rabbit is beneath this bear’s notice.

  • mrsmig commented on the post, wintertime 3 years, 10 months ago

    In wintertime, when the snow falls in gentle spirals from the slate-gray sky, Myra stands in the window and wishes for a cat, a bird, a husband, a child – something to turn to and say “Look! It’s snowing!”

  • mrsmig commented on the post, translucent 4 years, 3 months ago

    The rabbit turned toward him, its upright ears translucent in the early morning light, like twin beacons of sunrise.

  • mrsmig commented on the post, illogical 4 years, 3 months ago

    “It’s illogical to think that by harassing him, you’ll win him back somehow,” Angie said. “Leave him alone. He’s such a narcissist that he’ll probably get interested again; if he doesn’t, then no big deal.”

  • mrsmig commented on the post, disfigured 4 years, 3 months ago

    He thought himself disfigured by the wounds, not only by the scars on his flesh, but by the damage to his soul.

  • mrsmig commented on the post, fisherman 4 years, 3 months ago

    The fisherman winked at him as they wrestled the nets aboard. “What did I tell you?” he said. “Hard work, this, and long hours, but by gum when the fish are running this is the best place to be. Right here on this little boat.”

  • mrsmig commented on the post, oven 4 years, 3 months ago

    She squatted and peered through the filthy little window into the oven. The cake was rising, that much was clear, but it was lopsided and gooey-looking at the center. She sighed and thumped her head against the oven door.

  • mrsmig commented on the post, patch 4 years, 3 months ago

    In a patch of clover, he hesitated. The little rounded leaves were tender and the purple-tinged flowers nodded at him gently, but there were bees among them, and he was afraid.

  • mrsmig commented on the post, mispelled 4 years, 3 months ago

    How can I write about the word “mispelled” when it’s supposed to be spelled “misspelled?”

  • mrsmig commented on the post, towering 4 years, 3 months ago

    “I’d steer clear this morning,” Anna told me. “The latest report came in and she’s in a towering rage – throwing things and swearing like a sailor. I don’t know what happened, but it can’t be good.”

  • mrsmig commented on the post, bellboy 4 years, 4 months ago

    “What do you think I am?” Liam snarled. “Some sort of servant? Your bellboy? Hump your own suitcases, dumbass.”