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The Legacy ContinuesI stared out the window of my father's mansion, to watch the sunrise. It has been weeks since the curse was broken and all of the fairytale people were transported back to fairyland. They all come to me for help with their nightmares of the other world; some think it was just that a nightmare where others know that it was reality for a while and somewhat miss it. I have sort of taken over my father's role, but without the hatred and fear of me, in fact they visit me periodically, even Emma and Henry moved in; they have this allusion that I am this weak child who just lost her entire family...and the tears I cry every night makes me think that maybe they are right. However, Henry is a real comfort for me, we play games, tell ghost stories in the middle of the night, and have sleep overs in the huge foyer in-front of a roaring fire. Emma is a big help as well, she helps me cook and keep the mansion looking spotless; I created a mirror portal so that Snow White, Charming, Emma and Henry c
Rumpelstiltskin Legacy: Joy and RumpelI ran as fast as my ten year old legs would allow me to go. My lungs burned from the air I was wasting calling out for my father. I couldn't believe that I had let August get away, I knew what he wanted to do. I had to hurry, my feet skidded to a halt around a corner of the town. Chants of promised retribution was drowned out by another vortex of magic in the middle of town. It was tearing the town to pieces fairytale characters were being sucked up. Just then Henry called to me pointing out August standing in the middle of a street watching the chaos.
"Ba!" I hollered. I took out my father's dagger, I had taken it the last time I was in his shop.He turned to look at me fear danced behind his iris'; he knew I was there to kill him. I started towards him when he called for me to stop.
"I am not Ba!" He screamed over the howling of the vortex.
I raised my eye brows, "Of course you are!"
"No, I was sent her by Ba, he isn't here!"
"Liar!" I raged. "If that is true why did you want to harm
Rumpelstiltskin Legacy: Belle and JoyGold pulled out a chair for me, but I didn't sit down, instead I walked over to a pedestal where a chipped white china tea cup with blue flowers sat alone. I gently picked it up in her hands carefully, so as not to cut my hand on the sharp part. I remembered when I accidentally dropped it when Rumpelstiltskin had made a horrid comment about skinning children, the fear I held for him back then seemed so silly now. Rumpelstiltskin had turned out kind and charming, no one would have understood me at all with my feels back in that fairy tale land. I looked up at Gold who stood a good ten feet away, he had this anguished look, like he wanted to get closer but felt undeserving of my presence. His human self looked much different than the gold scaled skin he once had. I held out my hand to him, I really didn't want to be so far away, I had stayed cooped up in a cell for 28 years without him by my side, I would not stand for anymore time to lapse without him by my-side. He stepped forward and
My love?What does love mean? How can one describe their love as the love, that everyone talks about. I cannot tell you, how your love will be, but I can tell you what my love is. My love is gentle when he holds me, the ache I feel when he lifts my chin to look into his worrying yet loving eyes, the depths of his warmth is amazing and it hurts to be without him. I cry when I hurt him, because it hurts me as well. He crowds me in bed, merely trying to be closer to me. His aroma is so calming, that every-time I smell him I feel like I am just walking through my door after a hard days work, and he's been waiting eager for me to come home. He isn't so great with words, nor handling tough situations, but I know he will always be there for me when I start crying and he wraps me in his arms to hold me tightly. He is so strong when he tries to protect me from the pain. My love, my love when he whispers that I can always expect him to be there. I know that my love, loves me when we can rough house and a
Simple TruthStill sitting here, waiting, for the other boot to drop. Knowing it never will; this life I live, is a path of destruction. To smart for my own good, not smart enough to make it stop. This pain I feel caused by men...no, by everyone, it is only because I am a woman that I single out the men. This is a simple truth. All women will blame men for the tragedies in their lives, just because it is of the opposite genders. I've been hurt equally from females and males. But, women will always think its the mens' fault, because its so much easier to believe you have an ally in our own gender. Then again, it is human nature to blame everyone...but our own selves. Another simple truths..both when realized makes life so much more the harder. I know both of these truths and yet, I cannot change them. And this will lead to my destruction, both in life and in self; why? You may ask. Why, would I just not change this, and here's another simple truth; it is easier to do what was programed into ones bod
Open gash Dear... heh, should I put asshole? Or, old friend? Maybe even heartbreaker? So, many things you are were, and possibly are. I do not know anymore, because you shut me out and shut me down. That promise that I clung to so tight. The heart I held with all my might. There can be no blame, since we both lost the game. The hurt we cost each other. Now, the hate we feel for one another. The love I feel for another. Yet, your face haunts me. The presence I still feel, it occupies a wound in my soul. It won't heal, you of all should know how strong I am, yet the sewing I'm doing isn't cutting it. I do not feel for you like I did; I've put all foolishness behind me. But, how can something heal when its not scabbed over. The closer I wish I had, will forever open. Since you shut me out. When I merely offered my hand, as friends. After, I was hurt and still being hurt, I just get burned by that flame you protect yourself with. Maybe, I was the only one truly th
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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