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“How many?”

“Oh, several.”

How vague, isn’t it. She’ll never tell, never say how many secrets he holds, how many broken hearts she’s left behind, or how many people have disappeared because of her and her greed.

I think it’s because she doesn’t know anymore.

Now, only I do.

» Posted By Sparklespirit On 04.03.2019 @ 6:43 am


My passenger looks over at me, her hair streaming out behind her, catching the setting sun.

I smile back, just as radiant.

The dust fountains out behind us as we race the night together. Always together.

» Posted By Sparklespirit On 03.20.2019 @ 6:45 am


“Don’t run too fast, you’ll take a tumble!”

The wind whips away the memory of my mother’s words as it bites at my face. What do I care if I roll down the hill? The grass is wet, but so am I from my previous three falls. The crushed stalks mark my tracks and trudges, and I climb again to throw myself down headlong.

» Posted By Sparklespirit On 03.19.2019 @ 6:18 pm


I am haunted by my past.

Oh, more past than you can dream of. I am haunted by the ghosts of the kings I danced with, of the people I fought, and the ones I couldn’t save.

But you?

You’re the most persistent ghost.

» Posted By Sparklespirit On 03.18.2019 @ 5:58 am


“But I’m INVESTED now!” I whine, irritably flicking the overly fluffy blanket over my legs, then off again.

My sister groans, matching my levels of Ridiculous Melodrama exactly.

We both turn our heads back to the TV as she sighs, “Fine, I suppose we have to finish Mamma Mia! now, then.”

» Posted By Sparklespirit On 03.11.2019 @ 10:47 am


Jumping is easy. It’s the hitting the ground that kills you.

Or, in your case, the water.

I mean, the Golden Gate? You went all out. Overachiever, even in death.

But from 20 stories up, that water hits you like asphalt anyway. Doesn’t really matter about the sea.

» Posted By Sparklespirit On 03.05.2019 @ 8:26 am



Why the hell would anyone give up Eden for an apple?

I mean, a pear: maybe. An orange: eh? A Hershey’s chocolate bar? Definitely.

But you gave up eternal paradise for an APPLE?

» Posted By Sparklespirit On 02.24.2019 @ 10:06 am


Harness the lightning.

Be careful, be gentle, let it flow around you and through you and guide it softly toward where you need it.

The bolts, crackling across the sky, will bend to your will, if you know exactly what you are doing.


» Posted By Sparklespirit On 02.18.2019 @ 11:58 am


The metro trains rattle by, their creaking, squeaking wheels working better than an alarm clock. Every day, all my life, I’ve awoken to the screech of brakes and the shouting of engineers.

Now, as I hoist my bags and make for the taxi, I await my own, blissfully quiet dorm room, with green lawns outside my window, and no train horns EVER.

» Posted By Sparklespirit On 02.14.2019 @ 10:55 am


The plates clattered to the ground with an accompanying smash that ordinarily would have been surpassingly satisfying.

“What!?!” I recoiled sharply, fighting the urge to step backwards onto the minefield of broken crockery.

She stood before me, defiant. “I said, I’m moving out. I’m eighteen, I can do what I want. Rodney and I are moving to California, and you can’t stop me!”

I sighed, while inwardly cheering like I’d won the lottery. I didn’t want her to leave, but I had known for a while that she would. At least it was Rodney, who was halfway sensible, instead of her friend Maureen. To put it somewhat politely, I’d met pigs that were brighter and more sensible than Maureen DeCoste.

I affected a scowl, and said, “Good luck. I do hope you’ve planned and packed all your socks, and oh look! I hear your partner in this escapade pulling up now. Do send me a postcard when you get there, dear.”

She gaped at me, and skittered off with her carpetbag when the car horn blared.


Ah, I suppose I must clean up that china eventually. Nice plates too. Shame, that.

» Posted By Sparklespirit On 02.12.2019 @ 3:02 pm


The horn blared out, strident and loud, above my head.

I turned and gave Gracie a sad smile and a quick kiss.

“You’ll be back soon?” She smiled, but I knew that she was trying to hide the tears.

“Of course, my love,” I promise easily. “As soon as I get a good job, I’ll send for you on the ferry and we’ll be together again. Just like I said.”

Her face and frantic waving were the last things I saw of home as the ferry pulled away in great clouds of smoke, on to a better life.

» Posted By Sparklespirit On 02.11.2019 @ 3:58 pm


I want to meet The One. No, not the Romantic One. Not like a “soulmate” or anything. But The One who Did It. There’s always That One Guy, That One Person in the crowd, in the group that starts everything, that has the crazy ideas. I want to meet them, and take notes, because there’s only so much one person can think of on their own.

» Posted By Sparklespirit On 02.09.2019 @ 10:10 am


Bells ring, clanging joyously.

I stand outside, leaning against the warmth of the flagstones, huddling away from the still-bitter spring wind.

The happy couple leaves through the great sandstone arch, showered with flowers and positively mobbed by well-wishers. I tag along, slowly, because there’s nothing else I have to do.

My own chance at this left a long time ago. May as well have hope for someone else.

» Posted By Sparklespirit On 02.06.2019 @ 7:43 am


I am perfectly adapted to this.

The stalk, the hunt, the kill. My blood sings with the movement of the moon and the scent of the rainwater on the grass. The scents of the night pass under my paws and I leap with the joy of being alive.

But this cannot be all.

I have a human mind, and I refuse to be ruled by the scent of blood and terror. I refuse to be what my blood says I am.

Human, and wolf, knitted together. Fangs and hands as needed, and never otherwise.

Only once have I ever failed and woken up with the taste of blood on my teeth, and I never will again.

» Posted By Sparklespirit On 02.04.2019 @ 8:41 am


The premiums are too high, everything’s too expensive, life sucks, yada yada yada.

Whatever, dude.

The trees are free.

» Posted By Sparklespirit On 02.01.2019 @ 9:41 am


“Life goes by pretty quick. If you don’t stop and look around, you might miss it.”

“That’s not the quote,” she laughs.

“Close enough,” I shoot back. “Ferris Bueller was a wise man.”

She tugs me forward, loose and joyful. “And will you lead the parade for me?”

There’s only one response to that.

“Of course, just find me one and I will,” I say, putting on a pompous accent and pointing the way.

She leads me on.

» Posted By Sparklespirit On 01.17.2019 @ 3:42 pm


Classical education. Seems tried-and-true, doesn’t it?

Latin, Greek, boy’s boarding schools, camaraderie and friendship in the face of dispassionate teachers who are often more miserable than the pupils.

It’s good at seeming, and less good at the “friendship” bit in particular.

» Posted By Sparklespirit On 01.14.2019 @ 7:04 pm


“Do YOU qualify for this once-in-a-lifetime offer?”

“Um, I wish, but in all honesty not really.”

“So… you aren’t employed?”


“You aren’t dead?”


“You sound qualified to me!”

“Don’t I have to have a college degree, job experience, that sort of thing?”

“It helps, but we do training, and honestly we’re a bit broke and desperate. Please do our accounting…”

“Just making sure… you WILL pay me, right?”

“Yes. Just… not more that what you’ve been asking. Most people work for more, but you don’t have much experience. Just please, take the job.”

“When can I start?”

» Posted By Sparklespirit On 01.10.2019 @ 11:22 am


The dishwasher whirs along happily in the background, the only sound in the suddenly tense silence.

The girl stares at the shocked faces of her family, her own face set like stone.

Now that it was out, no power on Heaven and Earth, (and certainly not her father, whose face was darkening in outrage) could put the words back in her mouth.

» Posted By Sparklespirit On 01.08.2019 @ 7:19 am


The box full of squirming puppies sat beside the lemonade stand.

The puppies liked it out in the fresh air, their mother liked that she got to see the grass again for the first time in six weeks. The neighborhood children liked it being full of new pets, slightly sticky with the summer heat and spilled lemonade.

It was leaving the box that the puppies didn’t like.

» Posted By Sparklespirit On 01.05.2019 @ 11:48 am


Syndrome. Such an ugly word for a certain person, certain condition. I suppose it’s not as bad as some, but it still marks, claws, and leaves a ravaged person behind.

I know it’s not “monster”, not “demon-touched”, but still.

I’m a person, not a syndrome.

» Posted By Sparklespirit On 01.04.2019 @ 11:13 am


It’s not easy to weave a well-done lie.

She’s a master, she is. You can never tell which are lies and which are half-truths and which are full truth.

Be careful of her, my boy. She’ll tear you to pieces if you get too close.

» Posted By Sparklespirit On 01.02.2019 @ 10:57 am


I latch onto the idea like a dying man onto a life vest.

What else can I do?

She stares back at me, unblinking and cold as ever.

I take the crossbow, the iron bolt heavy and so cold it burns my hand.

“Five million, as promised, and I’ll do it.”

» Posted By Sparklespirit On 01.01.2019 @ 12:31 pm


They snap, shatter.

“Got you.”

I step out from behind the couch, avoiding the shards of colored glass and the man swearing under his breath as he picks them out of his ludicrously expensive shoes.

He though that money could buy me. I will defend myself from him as I have from every other vulture after my treasures: with anything at hand, even my grandmother’s Christmas ornaments.

» Posted By Sparklespirit On 12.27.2018 @ 7:13 am


“No harm will come to you, just do as I say.”

“This isn’t as bad as it could be, no harm done.”

“There’s no harm in just one more…”

“Trust me, I won’t harm you.”

You’re all lying. You’re always lying.

» Posted By Sparklespirit On 12.18.2018 @ 6:35 pm


All that jazz.

Every time I needed money, every time I wanted news of my family, I had to go through it all.

“What are you doing with your life? Who are you seeing? Aren’t you such a good little girl, missing home?”

Every time, I grit my teeth and say, “Schooling, nobody, yes.”

Even the times when I am out of work, when my teachers are on strike, when I’ve flunked out of classes, when I have a nice steady boyfriend that happens to be non-religious, when the last thing I want to do is to go “home.”

That isn’t home anymore, and I don’t think it ever really was.

» Posted By Sparklespirit On 12.16.2018 @ 2:09 pm


She just asked me, right out. The words hung in the air before her, starling in their bluntness. She stared at me, challenging, waiting for and demanding an answer.

“Yes, I’ll do it.”

» Posted By Sparklespirit On 11.02.2018 @ 8:34 am


The cost is too high. This moment in the sun, the perfect golden sunset, the sea spray, all of it, is not worth the cost of every moment after. But you know, as you always do, that I will pay it anyway. I will always do what I need, do anything, for one more perfect day with you.

» Posted By Sparklespirit On 10.23.2018 @ 6:17 pm


The majority is not always right. We have a responsibility to the truth, not popularity. The future of humanity depends on our decision. Simple majority rule. Choose wisely, Councilmen, and decide the fate of this planet.

» Posted By Sparklespirit On 10.22.2018 @ 10:50 am


Does anyone know when the prompt changes? My time zone is Eastern Standard, so anyone on the Eastern Seaboard of the US/Canada would be helpful! Thanks!

» Posted By Sparklespirit On 10.21.2018 @ 10:24 am

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