A/N: Ok, this is just a short, about 500 word drabble I came up with. It's about 7-year-old Alice and her drunk derpressed father, called, of course, 'Daddy'. It's not much, but I though I'd post it. Constructive critisizm is welcome.
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The smell of his breath came off in waves of grief and alcohol mixed into what could be described as inner turmoil. Although Alice barely gave a thought to the bottle of whiskey in his hand, as she was zaidi preoccupied with not throwing up from the smell of her father she should have gotten used to in the few weeks that passed. Outside’s mocking sun shined through the window, a reminder that time was passing that didn’t seem to get through the house grieving of its missing occupant.
Grimly, Alice tugged at the torn sleeve of her father’s overly worn shirt, causing him to stir from his unconscious sleep, the whiskey falling out of his grip and spilling over Alice’s school clothes.
“Ugh.” Alice mumbled, catching the bottle over her pants before it could spill over more, setting it at the floor on the edge of the old ragged sofa.
“Love bug?” she heard her father’s nickname for her, hoarse and barely audible, unlike the love-y its-gonna-be-alright fatherly tone he usually used with her, reassuring and annoying at the same time.
“Hi dad,” Alice told him, attempting a smile for his benefit, but what she was sure came out like zaidi of a grimace then anything.
“Why aren’t ya in school?” he asked, his speech coming out slurred, his face inaonyesha no attempt at disapproval.
Alice shrugged. She hadn’t been to school for two weeks.
“Yur mum was supposta take you.” her father murmured, his voice already fading. He took the bottle of whiskey from the floor, frowning at the amount left of its contents.
A shock of agonizing pain went through Alice’s moyo as she thought of her mother. Alice opened her mouth, preparing to say ‘Momma’s gone, she left’, but decided against it.
“I guess she forgot.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter,” he said, smiling a drunken smile. “Now I got my little bug to myself for the whole day.” he exclaimed, a faint happiness in his voice.
But he was already fading, the alcohol taking its toll so soon after relieving it. A mixture of bile and something else went up Alice’s throat, tears stinging her eyes.
“Yeah dad.” Alice alisema softly, speaking in a prayer. “The whole day. Just us.”
“My little girl...” he mumbled one last time before he closed his eyes again.
Outside in the distance a jogoo laughed, and the children played. Mothers yelled out at their children in the front of their yards, and the children rolled their eyes at each other. Couples shared a secret, whispering things in each other’s ears that would make them both laugh. Loners walked along the sidewalk, staring into space, a mysterious mist surrounding them.
The clouds passed through the sun, giving the world an odd moment of silence and timelessness. The wind whispered a few secrets, but the plants never moved. Tumble weeds held their breaths.
Just for a moment.
Then the sun came out, Victorious as the world started to songesha again. But instead celebrating the sun, Alice decided to live in brief moment the clouds granted her.
Fulfilling a silent promise, Alice crawled up into her father’s arms, ignoring the lump fighting up her throat, never minding she wouldn’t be able to sleep.
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The smell of his breath came off in waves of grief and alcohol mixed into what could be described as inner turmoil. Although Alice barely gave a thought to the bottle of whiskey in his hand, as she was zaidi preoccupied with not throwing up from the smell of her father she should have gotten used to in the few weeks that passed. Outside’s mocking sun shined through the window, a reminder that time was passing that didn’t seem to get through the house grieving of its missing occupant.
Grimly, Alice tugged at the torn sleeve of her father’s overly worn shirt, causing him to stir from his unconscious sleep, the whiskey falling out of his grip and spilling over Alice’s school clothes.
“Ugh.” Alice mumbled, catching the bottle over her pants before it could spill over more, setting it at the floor on the edge of the old ragged sofa.
“Love bug?” she heard her father’s nickname for her, hoarse and barely audible, unlike the love-y its-gonna-be-alright fatherly tone he usually used with her, reassuring and annoying at the same time.
“Hi dad,” Alice told him, attempting a smile for his benefit, but what she was sure came out like zaidi of a grimace then anything.
“Why aren’t ya in school?” he asked, his speech coming out slurred, his face inaonyesha no attempt at disapproval.
Alice shrugged. She hadn’t been to school for two weeks.
“Yur mum was supposta take you.” her father murmured, his voice already fading. He took the bottle of whiskey from the floor, frowning at the amount left of its contents.
A shock of agonizing pain went through Alice’s moyo as she thought of her mother. Alice opened her mouth, preparing to say ‘Momma’s gone, she left’, but decided against it.
“I guess she forgot.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter,” he said, smiling a drunken smile. “Now I got my little bug to myself for the whole day.” he exclaimed, a faint happiness in his voice.
But he was already fading, the alcohol taking its toll so soon after relieving it. A mixture of bile and something else went up Alice’s throat, tears stinging her eyes.
“Yeah dad.” Alice alisema softly, speaking in a prayer. “The whole day. Just us.”
“My little girl...” he mumbled one last time before he closed his eyes again.
Outside in the distance a jogoo laughed, and the children played. Mothers yelled out at their children in the front of their yards, and the children rolled their eyes at each other. Couples shared a secret, whispering things in each other’s ears that would make them both laugh. Loners walked along the sidewalk, staring into space, a mysterious mist surrounding them.
The clouds passed through the sun, giving the world an odd moment of silence and timelessness. The wind whispered a few secrets, but the plants never moved. Tumble weeds held their breaths.
Just for a moment.
Then the sun came out, Victorious as the world started to songesha again. But instead celebrating the sun, Alice decided to live in brief moment the clouds granted her.
Fulfilling a silent promise, Alice crawled up into her father’s arms, ignoring the lump fighting up her throat, never minding she wouldn’t be able to sleep.
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ON STORMY CLOUDS
I’VE SEEN HIM SIT
THIS DARK Angel FAIR
WITH FOLDED AND SHIMMERING
GOSSAMER WINGS
AND MOON BEAMS IN HIS HAIR
WITH BURNING EYES
TO EARTH HE SLIDES
SEEKING TO FEEL THE GROUND
THEN SPREAD HIS
RAVEN FEATHERED WINGS
CASTING HIS MAGICK SHADOW ‘ROUND
THIS ANGELS TOUCH
IS A COMFORTS SONG
SOFT AS A VELVET CLOAK
AND WHEN HE REACHES
TO RIGHT THE WRONG
HIS WORDS ARE FEELINGS SPOKE
ON HOOF AND WING, I WATCHED HIM SAIL
MY DARK Angel FAIR
TO SOME ARCANE ABODE
WE KNOW NOT WHERE
TILL HIS inayofuata ASSIGNMENT
AND THE FUTURE HAS BEEN FORETOLD
FOR THE LAST FLIGHT
THIS DARK Angel TAKES
IS A PIED-PIPERS GATHERING
FOR ALL THE SOULS HE’S TOUCHED
LISTENING TO THE SHADOWY
SONGS THEY’LL NOW SING
I’VE SEEN HIM SIT
THIS DARK Angel FAIR
WITH FOLDED AND SHIMMERING
GOSSAMER WINGS
AND MOON BEAMS IN HIS HAIR
WITH BURNING EYES
TO EARTH HE SLIDES
SEEKING TO FEEL THE GROUND
THEN SPREAD HIS
RAVEN FEATHERED WINGS
CASTING HIS MAGICK SHADOW ‘ROUND
THIS ANGELS TOUCH
IS A COMFORTS SONG
SOFT AS A VELVET CLOAK
AND WHEN HE REACHES
TO RIGHT THE WRONG
HIS WORDS ARE FEELINGS SPOKE
ON HOOF AND WING, I WATCHED HIM SAIL
MY DARK Angel FAIR
TO SOME ARCANE ABODE
WE KNOW NOT WHERE
TILL HIS inayofuata ASSIGNMENT
AND THE FUTURE HAS BEEN FORETOLD
FOR THE LAST FLIGHT
THIS DARK Angel TAKES
IS A PIED-PIPERS GATHERING
FOR ALL THE SOULS HE’S TOUCHED
LISTENING TO THE SHADOWY
SONGS THEY’LL NOW SING
19 December
It's been almost a mwaka since Freak died. For a while, people always used to say to me, "I'm sorry." I hated that. I yelled at them, "Feel sorry for Freak! I'm still alive!"
They shouldn't feel sorry for me. Freak taught me what it meant to walk tall. He tought me that remembering is only an invention of the mind, and if wewe try hard enough, wewe can remember anything. I try to remember everything Freak told me; and sometimes, it works. Then it slips away.
For a while after Freak died, I went back to being the critter hiding out in Down Under. Then one day, it hit me, and hard. If I had died, I wouldn't want Freak to do what I was doing. I would want him to continue Freak The Mighty.
And that made all the difference.
I try to make Freak proud; maybe I'm even succeeding. I just know that Freak changed the way I saw things, and I owe him that much; to keep Freak The Mighty alive.
-Max-
It's been almost a mwaka since Freak died. For a while, people always used to say to me, "I'm sorry." I hated that. I yelled at them, "Feel sorry for Freak! I'm still alive!"
They shouldn't feel sorry for me. Freak taught me what it meant to walk tall. He tought me that remembering is only an invention of the mind, and if wewe try hard enough, wewe can remember anything. I try to remember everything Freak told me; and sometimes, it works. Then it slips away.
For a while after Freak died, I went back to being the critter hiding out in Down Under. Then one day, it hit me, and hard. If I had died, I wouldn't want Freak to do what I was doing. I would want him to continue Freak The Mighty.
And that made all the difference.
I try to make Freak proud; maybe I'm even succeeding. I just know that Freak changed the way I saw things, and I owe him that much; to keep Freak The Mighty alive.
-Max-
This mermaid spell could work so be careful.you will need a cup of water and a lot of salt and also a necklace/bracelet the insructions are wewe are going to put the salt in to the cup of water and wewe put the necklace/bracelet in to the salty water and say this spell: mermaids mermaids here my plea I want a Mermaid tail and powers.mermaids mermaids this is my plea so make it come true. After wewe say the say the spell wewe put on the necklace/bracelet and thats it. But wewe don't get to choose your mermaid tail and powers.
Sadie Harris is a sixteen mwaka old girl living in New York City with her newly divorced mother. They made the songesha to the big city from South-West Virgina and for some reason, Sadie does not fit in it school and soon finds herself with no friends. Feeling alone she retreats into a world of books, kusoma hundreds of them, but her solitary world won't be hers much longer. Sadie is puzzled when she begins to get strange dreams every night telling her to go to the basement along with visions of a city wrapped in mist. The dreams get so annoying that she goes to the basement of her apartment building to put a stop to them, but instead she unknowingly throws herself into a war of the worlds. Worlds that she did not even know existed. Come take a thrilling ride with Sadie and Marafiki she meets along her way to save the Captive City of Orrim as she finds that worlds, evil, and people she only read about are not as far away as them seem.