Aislin awoke with one thought: It was the Dreamreaper Festival. She pushed up out of bed and went to get a bath. Miss May had been taking care of Aislin long enough to know that she awoke every day immediately at 7 am and liked a cup of tea to wake her up. After the tea would be a hot bath. She smiled affectionately at May. When May did things like this, Aislin remembered the times where May had been her favorite maid. May was like a second mother to her. But that was before.
Alaric woke up and slithered into Aislin’s lap. While Aislin sipped the tea and petted Alaric, May too was struck by how Aislin had been be
Aislin’s new employee
It was just another day in the shop, except today Aislin was there. She gave orders as to what she would like to have different in the shop and filled out receipts for them to buy new things. As she directed people, she heard someone talking behind her.
Immediately, she turned to snap at the person trying to talk over her, automatically assuming it was one of the employees. She found, however, that it was someone new, someone she’d never seen before.
“Hello.” She had her arms crossed, looking very much like a child that didn’t like what she’d been told. &ldquo
The Day That Her World Crumbled by TamoraMarx, literature
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The Day That Her World Crumbled
Chapter 2: The First 48 Hours
Aislin stood, dazed, staring at the graves during the service. Of course, she’d seen the bodies, not that it was an easy thing as she’d had to sneak. But, that didn’t mean she wasn’t still in denial. Her parents weren’t dead. They couldn’t be. No. They were still at the dinner party. But the rest of the people had gone back home. Then, they were just sleeping. This was all just a bad dream. While she stood there, she noticed that everyone stood back from her. Miss. May held her hand, but she was the only one near the girl.
Vaguely, Aislin heard the murmurs from the crow
Chapter 1: Because of Memories
It was time for the Firesinger Festival to begin. This time was supposed to be happy. A moment of merriment. But before the festival could start, there was a circus to be visited. There were tents selling foods everywhere. Anything from cotton candy to roasted peanuts and almonds. The tents were full of people enjoying shows where acrobats flew threw the air. But the shows were ending. Vendors were starting to close up shop. Everything was coming to a finale and everyone was excited for the main event: the Firesinger Festival.
Aislin walked through the crowd of people, cotton candy in hand. She had pulled th
The Day That Her World Crumbled. by TamoraMarx, literature
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The Day That Her World Crumbled.
Chapter 1: The Last Day
Aislin woke up early in the morning. The night before had been full of nightmares, so she had crawled into bed with her brother, Auster. She could have gone to her parents, but, Aislin was more accustomed to going to her brother whenever something was wrong.
Auster had always been Aislin’s favorite person. If he was doing his studies or practicing when she wanted to play, he would drop everything and go to play with her. When she cried, he held her till she stopped. It had been like that since she was born. And she didn’t see that stopping anytime soon.
She snuggled against Auster, a small smile playing
Chapter 2: Memories; The Good and The Great.
Ailsin awoke the next day in a strange room. For a moment, she was afraid. She was quite the child when she just woke up. If she woke up in a strange bed, she would freak out. In her opinion, it came from moving around from home to home as a child. All the days that she woke up in a different bed had been terrifying for her. Of course, she had usually been more than willing to leave the old house, but she had gotten into a groove at every new house. Then, waking up in a new bed just scared her.
When she remembered where she was, she pushed off the bed and walked to the bathroom. She tried a soft
Rehab for Roleplayers - Part 6 by salshep, literature
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Rehab for Roleplayers - Part 6
Welcome to Rehab for Roleplayers, a series of articles aimed at helping roleplayers more successfully make the transition into writing fiction.
Part 6 "Where's Ruth?" Tom Cried, Ruthlessly
Throughout the rest of this series I've explored various 'roleplay-isms' which are fine in the RP environment but don't automatically translate well into fiction. This article deals specifically with 'attributions', which are the 'he said' / 'she said' part of dialogue.
It's a generally accepted practise in fiction writing to keep attributions in dialogue simple and to not overdo it with synonyms for the word 'said', like 'shouted', 'whined' and '