Word Count: 279
Notes: Written for Writer Verse, Challenge 04, Prompt: Writing
Summary: The breaking of a drought.
Word Count: 279
I don’t do this kind of thing often. In fact, I checked the livejournal account I use for fanfiction, and of 193 posts, I’ve done this exactly once, and it was for this very thing. So here’s what I wrote for that…
I am a daughter, and I am a mother of daughters. I was educated, and expect to see my daughters (and son) educated. I live in the West, and I have that freedom, but I am in the minority.
In an unrelated note, I will be posting more original stories here, but as I tend to write them for a community, I’ll be waiting until the due date has passed before posting them here.
He stepped out from his cover, and looked around. The area was desolate, and long shadows seemed to draw closer with every moment. He had to get his parcel back to base, and urgently. Time was not in his favour just now.
She grumbled as she stalked around the room. There were some days when she wished she could just go back to that day, and just walked the other way. Turned some corner, and just didn’t see that man with the otherworldly beauty. And that was the point, wasn’t it? Otherworldly beauty, because he was Other, they were the Others, outside yet inside the Normal world. He was Fae, tall and beautiful in a way the human men could never be. They all were, all had that ethereal beauty, no matter what they were like as beings. Even the dark ones had that beauty that made her feel dowdy and plain, for all that they were terrifying in their darkness.
He lay, curled against her belly, buffeted by the wind. The vibrations of the bike between her legs lulled him into somnolence, and he dozed, letting the miles fly under them. Officially, he abhorred this hurried method of travel, the privations of life with her, but, quietly, he wouldn’t be anywhere else.