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involved

She walked toward him coolly, her skirts swishing against the stone floors, eyes glittering in the lantern light. The dagger in her hand glinted, too, and he swallowed hard.

“So. It’s been you, all this time.”

She nodded, once, and pressed the blade against his throat. As the metal sliced a clinical, bloody smile between his jaw and his adam’s apple, her voice echoed softly through the hushed room. “Even caged birds still have their claws, my love.”

» Posted By KelseyMMacpherson On 07.11.2016 @ 9:19 pm

dough

She watched as Felicity scraped the last bits of dough off the sides of the bowl with a wooden spoon, and wondered how long it had been since she herself had done such a thing. How long had it been since she had actually stood in a kitchen and kneaded dough? Or washed dishes?

Strange, she thought, the turns life takes. One day you’re working in a kitchen, just as you have every day for years, and then you blink and you’ve been fighting a war for decades, and haven’t set foot in a kitchen in ages.

She takes a deep breath, and clears her throat. Felicity stops, and turns at the sounds. Her eyes widen.

“Hi.”

» Posted By KelseyMMacpherson On 04.03.2016 @ 10:50 pm

delivery

Breathe in. Breathe out. The blow strikes him sharply between the ribs, the blade slips in and out with awful precision, and he drops.

His ring arrives in a box at their doorstep the next day. She holds it tightly, chest hollow, eyes dry. Her husband weeps until his energy is spent.

The box is placed in the back of a cupboard. They do not speak of it again.

But the silence that falls on their house says it all.

» Posted By KelseyMMacpherson On 03.19.2016 @ 4:08 pm

execute

“I won’t do it. I won’t!”

“It isn’t really your choice, if I’m being honest, milady. The court has made a decision, and it is your duty to see it done.”

“But he is innocent, Gordon! Surely you can see that!”

“Simply because he is your friend does not mean he is innocent, Lizzie. All the evidence points to him, and the law is clear. An attempt on your life, or the life of someone close to you is treason, and it is punishable by death.”

» Posted By KelseyMMacpherson On 11.05.2015 @ 10:36 pm

American

I’m Canadian. Some say that my country has no national identity, except for the phrase “We’re NOT american.” I don’t want to be defined by what I am not. And at any rate…the people of the USA are not the ONLY americans. Canadians, Mexicans, Central Americans and South Americans are all American, too. So really…I AM American.

» Posted By KelseyMMacpherson On 03.23.2015 @ 9:30 am

scientists

She slammed him into the wall. “Run the ruddy diagnostics again, then!”

He gulped, and the sound was audible. “The thing is ma’am…I’ve run them three times, and the results are the same every time. She’s dying. That’s just how it is!”

She frowned. “I’m the one who invented the tech. I am not asking. Run the diagnostics again!”

» Posted By KelseyMMacpherson On 03.02.2015 @ 8:31 pm

globe

There was a time long ago when, characteristically for we are a selfish race, humanity believed that the world was the centre of space. A man dared to challenge that and he was called a heretic. But now we know that he had learned a truth about the beautiful creation God designed for us to inhabit. What parallels can we find to this today? Why do we selfish blind creatures insist on crying blasphemy when we should instead be testing and considering. Truth is found. Not made.

» Posted By KelseyMMacpherson On 01.13.2015 @ 3:11 pm

Around and around we spin, clinging to the skin of a tiny blue and green orb in the sky, and we don’t even know that we’re clinging. We feel like we’re standing still. And isn’t that the way of things? We feel like we’re the only ones in a situation, or who feel the way we do, but in fact we are all constantly and permanently in motion, movng together in a soup of starlight and black vast wonder.

» Posted By KelseyMMacpherson On 01.13.2015 @ 3:02 pm

farmers

“I thought I’d never see you again”

His voice is rough, like the hands that used to be soft and uncalloused, more used to books and hours in libraries, than manual labour.

She reaches out to grasp them, and savours the feeling of them, roughened on his palms, and where his thumb joins his index finger, from much time spent at the plow, making furrows in the earth.

The work, hard as it was, seemed oddly to suit him.

» Posted By KelseyMMacpherson On 11.09.2014 @ 11:21 pm

brushed

Her hair used to be long. It used to be long enough for her to sit on, thick, too, like burnished bronze and silk all wrapped into one object. She feathered her fingers through the blunt ends, and sighed. No more.

» Posted By KelseyMMacpherson On 09.03.2014 @ 5:09 pm

charity

The man climbed out of his coach, shielding his eyes from the downpour beneath a gloved hand. The streetlamps cast a strange glare as they reflected in the rain. She couldn’t really make out his face, but she could hear his voice well enough:

“I’m terribly sorry, Miss! Are you alright?”

» Posted By KelseyMMacpherson On 08.30.2014 @ 9:45 pm

fled

She stood on the dock, a shadow in the dark, but even so, he saw her straighten slightly as he came up behind her.

“I’m not having this discussion again.” she said. “I’m your scapegoat. I’ve got to leave if you’re going to sell it and take your throne back safely.”

His breath was hot on the nape of her neck, and he sensed more than saw the way the tiny hairs stood upright at his proximity. “Come now, Maryam, is that REALLY why you’re so keen to leave?”

She swallowed, audibly, and then whirled to face him, stepping closer to him as though daring him to try something. “You know full well why I’m leaving.” And then, without another word, she spun and marched up the gangway onto the ship. A moment later, the anchor was raised, and the ship was moving away from him. His mouth curved into a wry, unsurprised smile.

So, this was a family of runners, then. She took after her mother far more than she realized. If the stories were any indication. Which, evidently, they were. Too bad.

She’d have made a good consort.

» Posted By KelseyMMacpherson On 08.29.2014 @ 6:39 pm

impressed

She smiled coyly and nodded, her perfectly lipsticked smile placed at the perfect queenly angle, even as she slid her feet surrepticiously from her heels and slid her hand just so to knock her bread knife under the table.

“Oh dear!” she said delicately, and bent to retrieve it. The threatening presence behind her loomed as she took hold of one heel, sat abruptly upright, whirled and planted the stiletto in his eye socket. The banquet table erupted in panic, and she sprang lightly atop the table from her seat at the head, flung her second stilleto point blank into the neck of the man drawing his sword to block her exit, and snatching up a steak knife from her neighbour’s plate. She could have sworn she heard a low chuckle from the one eyed war general several seats down the left side of the table, as he sat calmly watching the proceedings. “Well, I’ll be damned, the tales are right. Warrior queen, you are, aren’t you, Lass?”

She did not turn to see if she had heard correctly, but vaulted her way through the hazardous array of dishware toward her escape.

» Posted By KelseyMMacpherson On 08.28.2014 @ 10:00 pm

sinking

I guess, well, I mean…every time I see you smile, and then turn to me and lose that light, I just feel like you’ve killed me, Maryam. And I know, I know I deserve it, what with what I made you do, child, but Stars Above and Dust Below, if it doesn’t make me feel like you’re drowning me. I swear to you, Lass, if you kill me today, it would be a mercy. I’ve been waiting for death for far longer a time than I care to recall. My mother warned me that the crown will destroy you if you’re not careful. But I didn’t listen. I wasn’t careful. I was a fool!”

He eyed her sidelong, and she noted that his hand lifted lightly from the hilt of his dagger and lay flat against the stone. His shoulders slumped beneath the silk of his shirt, and she was struck suddenly by the lines etched in his face, and the tired grey of his hair. She clenched her fingers round the hilt of her own dagger, but found she could not draw it. She felt as though to do so would shatter the frozen moment of understanding hanging suspended between them.

It was like the moment before the stone hits the surface of the sea. And she dared not to let it drop, lest the water turn out to be a tidal wave, and not a ripple.

» Posted By KelseyMMacpherson On 08.27.2014 @ 9:11 pm

fleet

my eyes are full of starlight and I think that perhaps there are enough thoughts in my head to fill a thousand thousand ships that sail on the oceans of my subconscious. The world is a beautiful strange and marvelous place.

» Posted By KelseyMMacpherson On 07.19.2014 @ 10:12 pm

illogical

For the love of all that’s holy, Lizzie, just shut up for a minute, will you? I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you, and I KNOW, I KNOW that that’s ridiculous and stupid, and that I’ll probably die tomorrow anyways, and that you probably don’t feel the same, but there. I said it. I LOVE YOU.

» Posted By KelseyMMacpherson On 07.09.2014 @ 8:31 pm

unknown

I am going to try to be brave. I am going to be vulnerable, and share my story, even if it is scary. I don’t know what will happen. But I am willing to bet that it will be beautiful. And worth it. I hope that in some small way, it will matter.

» Posted By KelseyMMacpherson On 05.20.2014 @ 12:29 am

There are some things your mother never tells you, he mused as he dragged himself down the corridor, the sound of heavy boots thundering behind him, faster than he could hobble. And one of those things is what it feels like to be about to die. I suppose, he mutterd, that she never said because she couldn’t find the words. Uncharacteristic, that.

» Posted By KelseyMMacpherson On 05.19.2014 @ 6:37 pm

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