Greed

(obsidian – from my collection and the inspiration for Gregor’s “lump”)

Gregor McLoughlin nearly wept as he held the lump in his hands.

Not because it was ugly – no, never because of that. Being a bit misshapen himself, he looked upon it as a-a kindred soul.

The old woman had called it that – kindred. Had said it would grant him his heart’s desire – grant it, so only he could have it.

She had cackled when she said it. Witch.

It was a greedy thing, this mangled bit of earth and-and something – something not of this world. It sucked the light right out of the room. It seethed, hot and demanding. He could feel himself nodding at it, willing to do wherever it needed.

He understood greed. Hunger.

People said – out loud, and often to his face – he was an avaricious git. Every time he heard them, he also heard the envy in their voices – envy, mixed often with desire.

Yes, he was greedy. And they wished they could be, too, he thought.

His cupidity had brought him very far in this life. He had the best – the best cars, the best house, the best boat, the best food – everything.

The one thing it hadn’t brought him was Nanette.

Nanette of the emerald eyes. Nanette, the darling of anyone who looked upon her.

No matter how high he reached, she was always there, always knocking him back down, until he was that pimply, unwelcome high-school boy again.

One touch. That was all it would take, the witch had said. Just one touch.

Gregor looked down at the lump, turned it in his hands and searched its surface. There. There she was.

Her glorious green eyes winked and flashed at him from deep within. He had her at last.

Gregor smiled and caressed the lump.

And he would keep her.

Forever.

***

A: At 300 words exactly, my entry into the WordPress challenge of the week – Flash Fiction.

D: Yeah, well. That was, uh, interesting. Gregor’s a little unhinged, A.

A: Yeah, he is.

D: And he keeps walking around, talking to the lump.

A: I know.

D: You’re going to regret letting him in here.

A: Possibly – but no more so than the zombie.

D: Oh by the gods, don’t remind me. It took weeks to get his . . . smell out of my cloak.

A: Oh, you poor druid.

D: You’re mocking me.

A: Gently, D. As for everyone else, don’t forget, there is also a prompt at the Community Storyboard – use the words “the first time” in your piece, or use the phrase as a launching pad to describe your first time at something – anything!

Living Musically: Prepare Ye

D: What, pray tell, are we preparing for?

A: . . . um, May Day? Beltane?

D: Really? Because I’m pretty certain that Prepare Ye the way of the Lord has nothing to do with Beltane.

A: Not even if we’re going to Sing About Love?

D: . . . Still not going with it. In theory, perhaps. But in function? No.

A: Killjoy. Okay, then we are preparing to edit the now-completed first draft of the Changelings sequel, The Coming Storm.

D: Preparing to edit? Preparing?! What have you been doing all week, then?

A: Well, I put the two narratives together, but after that, I decided I really ought to play candy crush. And clean out my email folders. And then I did a fair bit of staring off into space lamenting the death of my iPod.

D: Overlooking your gross negligence, allow me to extend my deepest sympathy. Would you like a moment of silence?

A: Nice, D. Silence is the problem. There’s been altogether too much silence. And stop mocking me.

D (Hides grin) But you’re not music-less. You’ve been playing the same bloody dirge—

A: It’s not a dirge, it’s a drumming song.

D: . . .

A: Okay, so when it and it’s fellows are on repeat it may sound a bit dirge-ish.  I can’t help it. Florence and her machines, The Hobbit and Godspell are the only decent things on my backup Nano. Well, that and Christmas music. While I do love me a good Adeste Fidelis

D: Oh boy, do you ever – how many copies of that song do you have?

A: 10. What’s your point?

D: You only need 1, A.

A: In that, you are gravely mistaken.

D: So, is doing something about this musical wasteland one of the things for which you must ‘prepare?’

A: Yup. I’m taking steps (Yes, we are participating in Building Rome over at Green Embers. Check it out). The first of which is to quit my whining and take the Christmas music off the Nano. It’s cold enough out there without me singing Jingle Bells.

D: Can you stop linking people to the Christmas music?!

A: What? It’s what came on this week – which was really rather a kick to the head.

D: Oh boy. Is that your only goal for the week?

A: No – you can stop tapping your foot at me, Druid. I’m going to see if I can’t hit the half-way mark on editing The Coming Storm.

D: And . . .?

A: You just can’t let it be, can you?

D: Nope.

A: Fine – there’s also some research I need to do – mostly radio control room protocol in WW2, and herbal remedies used in the Highlands of Scotland in the mid 1700s. If anyone knows anything about either of those, and would be pleased as punch to let me pick their brain, drop me a line in comments!

D: You make that sound so appealing. . . you are essentially offering to turn into a zombie in exchange for information.

A: Well, that is how editing makes me feel, so however picturesque my cliché there was, it works.

D: . . .

A: Okay, so I have another goal, and that’s to write a review of About Time for Green Embers Recommends, and catch up on my favorite Bayou chronicle over at Helena’s.

D: Lovely. Now, may I suggest a little less conversation and some more action on your part?

A: I don’t think that means what you want it to mean, D.

D: I let you use “Let it Be.”

A: Point taken.

D: And so?

A: And so, we shall bid the blog a fond adieu for the evening – thank you so much for reading & have a great night!

Random prompt

A: Hey, D, look – a new prompt at the Community Storyboard.
D: Prompt? Is it prompting you need, woman?
A: What? You don’t want me to tell the story about the first time you were whisked through time and impersonated a god?
D: Oh, well . . . when you put it *that* way. . .
A: (Eye roll) Thanks, D – check out “the first time” prompt, everyone – and have fun with it!

Exacting Expectations

These orchids have defied my expectations - mostly because they thrive on my neglect!

These orchids have defied my expectations. They bloom every year – mostly because they thrive on my neglect!

A: The WordPress challenge-of-the-week is all about expectations. What they are, how we achieve them, and how they can sometimes go terribly, horribly wrong.

D: Pessimist. They can also be exceeded.

A: Indeed, they can. But when I saw the challenge, my first thought immediately went to my expectations for the blog. What do I expect with each post? Something humorous, usually. But what do I get?

D: Bunnies?

A: (Sigh) Something humorous, but not always in the way I had intended. My conversations with D are, more often than not, off-the-cuff. When I started, I scripted a few, and I still have bits and bobs tacked all over my Google Drive, but for the most part, what you see is what I wrote 10 minutes before posting. Because they’re a conversation–

D: Are you quite done chatting up the internet? This is boring.

A: See what I mean? I wasn’t even done with the thought before he interrupted. Now, it could be argued that because I’m the one typing, he really shouldn’t be allowed to interrupt, but when I get the snark, I have to type, for fear I’ll lose it.

D: You already lost it, woman.

A: Oi! Watch it, Druid! This is about expectations, and frankly, you match up to my expectation of you almost all the time.

D: In that I’m wonderfully dashing?

A: Nope.

D: What about a sparkling conversationalist?

A: Uh, no.

D: Fine, what about my stunning sense of the epic?

A: . . . D, we’re talking about my expectations… not your over inflated sense of self.

D: Well, obviously there is no accounting for taste.

A: (Eye roll) This is, of course, exactly what I mean – I expect you to be exasperating and somewhat arrogant. And you deliver every time.

D: Every time? What about that time I made you cry?

A: Time? Don’t you mean times? And are we talking about sad crying or the weeping of abject frustration?

D: . . . both.

A: Point taken. Every once in a while, you exceed and even alter my expectations–

D: But of course I do – what else could you expect from a warrior – nay, a mastermind – of my caliber?

A: Briefly alter. Oh, so very briefly.

You know what else exceeds my expectations every single time? The following recipe. It is my father’s Easter casserole, which we make but once a year. It’s Italian in origin, but given that we’re Irish, I call it the …

Sullivan Family Italian Easter Egg Bake

The Sullivan Family Italian Easter Egg Bake in all its glory.

The Sullivan Family Italian Easter Egg Bake in all its glory.

Italian Cooking with Irish Flair

Preheat oven to 350F

  • 1 dozen eggs
  • 4 c. mozzarella cheese
  • 16 oz ricotta cheese
  • 12 oz parmesan cheeses
  • 1.5 lbs sweet Italian sausage – crumbled and cooked
  • 1 stick pepperoni, sliced

Whip eggs until frothy. Add cheeses and mix gently until incorporated. Add cooked and crumbled Italian sausage and mix to combine. Pour ingredients into a greased baking dish (9×13) and dot with pepperoni to own satisfaction.

Bake for approximately 30 minutes at a 350F oven, or until the top is set.

Enjoy – I hope it meets with your expectations, too!

On Tour: Voices of Nature

Stars Above (alouette)

Starry nights shine bright
Thousands of wee lights
Constellations light the sky
Darkness shows contrast
While clouds have gone past
Suspended in time up high

Pisces and Leo
Taurus and Virgo
Constellations light the sky
Sagittarius
Libra, Pegasus
Worlds of tiny lights float by

©2014 Poetry by Pamela, all rights reserved.

This is just a sample of the poetry you will find in Voices of Nature. There are dozens more poems for you to savor.

http://www.amazon.com/Voices-Nature-Pamela-Beckford-ebook/dp/B00JCRWVJU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1396531395&sr=8-1&keywords=voices+of+nature+by+pamela+beckford

You can buy it here for only $.99 for Kindle – it also available in paperback ($7.19) on Amazon.

Poetry gives voice to what the eyes see and the heart hears.

Inspiration exists all around us. Beauty can be found in the laughter of a child or the blooms of a tree. Poems are one person’s interpretation of the world seen through their eyes and felt in their heart. Poetry is soul food – plain and simple.

Voices of Nature is a collection of poems that reflect the inherent splendor of nature all around us. This book utilizes a variety of poetry forms to paint word pictures.

One review said “The sheer variety of styles in this poetry book is amazing. Haiku, triple haiku, acrostic, rondeau, and so many others. Even better is that they explain the poems in the back, which is a great service to the curious reader.

Each poem is clear and paints a perfect picture of nature. Though, I have an odd feeling that both poets were tired of winter since that had the most amount of poems out of the season sections. It’s hard to pick a favorite, but I did love the ‘Thunder and Lightning’ acrostic for the imagery and ‘New Day’ for the complicated style and bringing an odd sense of serene closure to the book.

I would highly recommend this poetry book. Even if you’re not into poetry, the pieces for every season will probably have you going ‘I thought the same thing.’

Pamela previously released a collection of love poems titled Dreams of Love with several five star reviews. She has been writing for a short time, but pours her soul into her poetry.
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Kirsten collaborated on a collection called Hope’s Flight.
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This is a collection created by two poets – Pamela B and Kirsten A.
Both women enjoy exploring various topics and poetry forms. Many forms are represented in Voices of Nature (along with a short description of the forms for your convenience). Buy Voices of Nature for only $.99 today and experience the wonders all around us.

An Exercise in Prose: Lives Entwine

freamWarning: Prose ahead! The Daily Post’s challenge-of-the-week was to write a post in prose. Now, I know quite a few excellent poets, and I know I am not of their number. However, as my brain steadfastly refuses to leave D’s world, I thought a bit of prose introducing the players in Book 2 might be in order.

As I said, prose ahead – you’ve been warned!

Maureen

I live.

Queen and goddess,

He said, the mother of kings.

Yet, power withers in my hand

And nothing to claim but portents and lies

Out of the way of history I step,

Out of the way of kings.

Let their magic die upon the Plain

I will be their pawn

No more.

*

Sean

I stand.

Stalwart and true

Hers is the gift of whispers

Twisting a song of power

While mine screams loud with terror.

For her I’ll taste the bitter sting of steel

In wars of men and battles of Fae

Yet his fate we will not echo

For our time, I swear,

Will come.

*

Dubh

I fall.

Crippled druid,

A thousand times I die,

A sacrifice, upon the Plain.

Now I move as myth amongst men – a god

Of terrible vengeance,

A father of kings.

At my call, the sleepers shall arise

And his tyranny will be

No more.

*

Niamh

I fight.

Daughter of gods

Weaver of spells, I see far.

Magic withers upon the Plain –

Death and decay mark his reign.

I will call to the heart of my people

And weave their songs once more.

With his champion at my side,

The age of peace

Will come.

*

Nuada

I rule.

Sons of mac Lir we were

And fierce were our battles

‘Till the day he graced my door.

Cloaked in mist and forgotten power,

He won for me my crown.

Lies I twisted, all to tame him

Until the day, he slipped from my side.

My kingdom is myth,

No more.

*

Mairead

I love.

I stand through the centuries,

A guardian and friend.

Mentor and mother,

The lineage of gods in my keeping,

And his word my only salvation.

I know when wars be over,

And kings awakened,

On that day my love

Will come.

***

D: Liar.

A: Excuse me?

D: This isn’t the Ballad of Dubhshìth—

A: No, but it has elements of an interlaced story that I want to capture with the final song of the Ballad. Besides, I think it would be kind of interesting if the ballad itself had these voices – you know, future—

D: Oi! Spoilers, A.

A: Oh – sorry, D.

D: As you should be – now who’s getting all – how do you say it? Timey Wimey?

A: Oh, my aching head. You must be catching.

D: Funny, I was going to say the same thing about you.

A: Cheers, D.

So, I have been swamped at home. The Boy is in a local production of Godspell. It’s fabulous (no, really – he was in charge of his costume, and with that many sequins, it can only be called fabulous). It has also meant some adjustments to our typically-lax schedule, so  my time is spent mostly on writing D’s narrative, and far less on blogging. Then, it snowed on Tuesday, and I, being the massive klutz I am, fell. Again. Thank heavens for mothers who are also chiropractors, because mine put my shoulder back in its proper spot!

Needless to say, my urge to glean news from the interwebs has been somewhat diminished, but my love for the following folks is not. Check them all out – because I know they have something interesting, fun and entertaining to say!

In no particular order (because I love you all). . .

**Update: Because apparently a sore shoulder means I don’t know how to put in hyperlinks, I’ve fixed the links below. Sorry!

  • Helena Hann-Basquiat, Being the Memoirs of: http://helenahannbasquiat.wordpress.com/2014/04/11/phone-calls-from-cthunchuk-by-jessica-b-bell/
  • Marie Ann Bailey, 1WriteWay: http://1writeway.com/2014/04/15/mid-april-update-on-the-writers-rebel-creed-2014/
  • John W. Howell, Fiction Favorites: http://johnwhowell.com/2014/04/16/wednesday-story-day-2/
  • Bradley, Green Embers: http://greenembers.wordpress.com/2014/04/17/i-ask-you-respond-to-green-embers-well-aint-that-a-kick-in-the-head/
  • Green, Phoebe and Roxie, Green Embers Recommends: http://greenembersrecommends.com/2014/04/15/believe-tv-new-series-impressions/
  • Jack Flacco: http://jackflacco.com/2014/04/16/clementine/
  • Ionia Martin, Readful Things Blog: http://readfulthingsblog.com/2014/04/14/an-interview-and-opportunity-to-win-a-signed-copy-from-francis-guenette/
  • Pam, Year ‘Round Thanksgiving Project: http://pamela984.wordpress.com/2014/04/14/hello-again/ AND http://poetrybypamela.wordpress.com/2014/04/16/how-much-longer/
  • Charles Yallowitz, Legends of Windemere: http://legendsofwindemere.com/2014/04/14/monsters-magic-items-and-thingies-from-ionia-and-john/
  • Sarah M. Cradit, . . . And then there was Sarah: http://sarahcradit.wordpress.com/2014/04/15/amazon-breakthrough-novel-contest-2014-i-made-it-to-the-quarter-finals/
  • Julian Froment’s Blog: http://julianfroment.wordpress.com/2014/04/16/my-love-2/
  • Sue Vincent, Daily Echo: http://scvincent.com/2014/04/17/let-the-star-rise-land-of-the-exiles/
  • Andra Watkins: http://andrawatkins.com/2014/04/17/fight-brain-drain-read-a-novel/
  • Briana Vedsted, When I became an Author: http://whenibecameanauthor.wordpress.com/2014/04/12/book-signing-2/

On Tour: Legends of Windemere, Family of the Tri-Rune

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen

Legends of Windemere: Family of the Tri-Rune has Arrived!!!

Buy it Here for $2.99!

Book Blurb:

The magical adventure continues after Luke Callindor and his friends recover from their battles in Haven.

Nyx still has nightmares about casting the genocide spell in Hero’s Gate. Every night her heart is gripped by the sensation of hundreds of goblins dying by her magic. By the request of Lord Highrider and Duke Solomon, she is returning to fix the damage she caused. With Luke Callindor and Sari by her side, Nyx is ready to face the vengeful goblins and opportunistic thieves that plague Hero’s Gate. Yet, there is a darker threat that was born from her violated magic: The Krypters.

It is another action-packed, character driven story that will reveal one of our heroes has been lied to for their entire life.

Wondering what you’re in for? Check out the praise earned by the first three installments of this high fantasy series.

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen

Review Excerpts for Legends of Windemere: Beginning of a Hero:

“I greatly enjoyed the vivid characters, the gripping plot, and the refreshingly unique writing style (present tense). ” – kdillmanjones

“One of the things that won me over was the bouts of humor. Especially in the beginning. “This is not possible! I am a Paladin!” I thought I was going to die with delight.” – C.N. Faust

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen

Review Excerpts for Legends of Windemere: Prodigy of Rainbow Tower:

“Nyx is such a strong personality. I thoroughly enjoyed getting to know her and more of the other characters, new and already known, with the rich tapestry of Windemere unfolding in between intense actions scenes and moments of kindness and budding friendships.” – Danielle Taylor

“Almost like the Harry Potter series. The books start out so young and innocent, but by the last book – watch out!” — Momto4Booklover

Cover by Jason Pedersen

Cover by Jason Pedersen

Review Excerpts for Legends of Windemere: Allure of the Gypsies:

“One of the things I love most about this series are all the characters! They are developed so well that I feel like I know them personally. Even the newly introduced characters fit in immediately.” – BarbBookWorm

“Let’s talk about action. The author creates interesting action sequences with believable use of fantasy elements. He is very creative. There are also good sections where the characters stretch out and we get to know them better.” – Donald L. Mitchell “Music Lover”

Charles author photo B&WAuthor Biography:

Charles Yallowitz was born and raised on Long Island, NY, but he has spent most of his life wandering his own imagination in a blissful haze. Occasionally, he would return from this world for the necessities such as food, showers, and Saturday morning cartoons. One day he returned from his imagination and decided he would share his stories with the world. After his wife decided that she was tired of hearing the same stories repeatedly, she convinced him that it would make more sense to follow his dream of being a fantasy author. So, locked within the house under orders to shut up and get to work, Charles brings you Legends of Windemere. He looks forward to sharing all of his stories with you and his wife is happy he finally has someone else to play with.

Contact:

Blog- www.legendsofwindemere.com
Twitter- @cyallowitz
Facebook- https://www.facebook.com/CharlesYallowitz

Make Merry!

1birthdaypancakesD: A! A, wake up, woman!

A: Huh-what? I’m awake, D.

D: Oh really?

A: Okay, maybe I was taking a bit of a catnap—

D: Whatever, woman – it’s time to get moving. Do you have any idea what today is?

A: Saturday?

D: . . .

A: Saturday, April 12?

D: We’re going to do this again?

A: Well, yeah. I mean, what would you do without me being obtuse? Or confounding? Or generally a foil to your, um, majesty.

D: This is true.

A: See, I’m fulfilling a very important role for you, D. Have been for a whole year.

D: You did that on purpose.

A: What, steal your thunder and announce that we’ve been blogging for 365 days as of today?

D: Yeah, that.

A: And you’ve put up with that sort of behavior for fifty-two weeks now.

D: Are you quite done?

A: What, with announcing that we’ve been entertaining, infuriating, and talking at one another,  celebrating creativity and acting as creative-community cheerleaders for 12 months exactly?

D: (Sigh).

A: Ah-ha! I saw that smile, D. Don’t try to hide it. Come on, you’ve had fun for most of the 8765.81 hours this blog has been alive.

D: You are incorrigible.

Memoirs of a DilettanteA: I’ve learned from the best!

D: Speaking of the best. . .

A: Oh no, I’ll let you announce this one – see, I can be nice.

D: Your graciousness knows no bounds. A and I are incredibly pleased to announce we share an anniversary with one of our very favorite people. Today not only marks a year for The D/A Dialogues,  but it also marks the birthday of a one Helena Hann-Basquiat, dilettante extraordinaire!

A&D: Happy Birthday, Helena!

The Best MedicineA: Helena, and her delightfully creepy alter-ego Jessica B. Bell, is an incredibly talented author who has been a great friend to me, and to celebrate her day, you should boogie on down to Amazon and pick up one–

D: Or all–

A: Of her books.

D: First, there are the Memoirs of a Dilettante, Vol. One. Her anecdotes are, by turns, hysterical and touching, and well worth the read.

CoverA: And then there are the two novellas from Jessica B. Bell – The Best Medicine and Three Cigarettes. Both are wonderfully-wicked,  and should be read with the lights on!

D: Or off, if you’re not A, and scared of everything that goes bump in the night.

A: For once, he’s not wrong!

D: I’m never wrong.

A: Indeed, D. Here’s to another year of laughs, chills and all-around fabulousness.

D: Well said, A

D&A: Happy Birthday, Helena.

A: And happy birthday, blog. Thank you all so much for finding us, and sticking around once you realized we’re a little nuts! Have a great weekend!

Celebrate!

Six Lit Birthday CandlesD: A! A, do you know whose birthday it is, today?

A: Sparkle-tastic Kristen Stewart.

D: No. I mean, yes, but – wait, how do you know that?

A: Don’t ask. Okay, so not her – how about Dennis Quaid?

D: Yes, A. It’s Dennis Quaid’s birthday.

A: Why do you care if it’s Dennis Quaid’s birthday, D?

D: I don’t, but you’re being purposefully obtuse. Guess whose birthday it is today, A!

A: Hugh Heffner.

D: . . .

A: I’m kidding – well, not really. It is Mr. Heffner’s birthday today – but you know what all those people have in common, D?

D: Oh, pray tell?

A: They get to share a birthday with Charles Yallowitz, author of the Legends of Windemere series. Jeeze, D! Get with the program.

D: . . .

A: Oh, come on, smile – we have birthday wishes to dole out. And just because I know I’ve climbed aboard your last nerve, I’ll let you do the honors.

A: You’re so very kind, A.

A and I are quite lucky to know that wonderful scribe of Windemere, Mr. Charles Yallowitz. If you haven’t had a chance to delve into the world he’s created, do yourself a favor and pick up his books – each one is available on Amazon, and each one is well worth the read.

A: Indeed – well said, D. Happy Birthday, Charles!

Get your copy of Charles’ latest book, Legends of Windemere: Family of the Tri-Rune

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen

The magical adventure continues after Luke Callindor and his friends recover from their battles in Haven.

Nyx still has nightmares about casting the genocide spell in Hero’s Gate. Every night her heart is gripped by the sensation of hundreds of goblins dying by her magic. By the request of Lord Highrider and Duke Solomon, she is returning to fix the damage she caused. With Luke Callindor and Sari by her side, Nyx is ready to face the vengeful goblins and opportunistic thieves that plague Hero’s Gate. Yet, there is a darker threat that was born from her violated magic: The Krypters.

It is another action-packed, character driven story that will reveal one of our heroes has been lied to for their entire life.

Go on – make Charles’ birthday the best ever and collect the whole set to-date!

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen

Cover by Jason Pedersen

Cover by Jason Pedersen

 

About the Birthday Boy:

Charles author photo B&WCharles Yallowitz was born and raised on Long Island, NY, but he has spent most of his life wandering his own imagination in a blissful haze. Occasionally, he would return from this world for the necessities such as food, showers, and Saturday morning cartoons. One day he returned from his imagination and decided he would share his stories with the world. After his wife decided that she was tired of hearing the same stories repeatedly, she convinced him that it would make more sense to follow his dream of being a fantasy author. So, locked within the house under orders to shut up and get to work, Charles brings you Legends of Windemere. He looks forward to sharing all of his stories with you and his wife is happy he finally has someone else to play with.

Blog: Legends of Windemere
Twitter: @cyallowitz
Facebook: Charles Yallowitz

Challenge Accepted: Fifty Words

Dragon-plunderer

Dragon-plunderer

 The Hoard

“I’m telling you, snufflecakes, we go in, we hit him fast and we hit him hard.”

Snufflecakes?

It was going to his head.

“But what about the hoard you just plundered?”

“This? It’s nothing. Cast-offs. I want the real deal.”

Dragon gold. I groaned. Why was it always dragon gold?

At fifty words exactly, my response to the Daily Post’s Weekly Challenge, Fifty.

And because I can’t follow the rules – and had some fun with the fifty-word limit – today’s runner-ups:

The Goddess Herself: Isis

The goddess herself: Isis

Minion

Minion, fetch me my food.

Slave, my water, now.

Yes my queen, I mutter, though not loud enough to hear.

For she is not queen, but goddess.

I scurry to obey her command.

An imperious paw touches my cheek. Whiskers brush by, and a purr tells me I’ve done well.

 

* * *

Spring's proof of life

Spring’s proof of life

Spring

“Do you know what that is?”

I cock an eyebrow. “A plant.”

“No.”

I grit my teeth at the sigh in his voice. My mouth is open to argue, but he closes it with a kiss.

I don’t resist. It’s been a long winter.

“It’s spring’s proof of life.”