An Excuse--- FFM Day 15 ChallengeThey tapped the game out, using her knees as their playing field:An Excuse--- FFM Day 15 Challenge by RavenXNevermore
“Rock,” they chanted, giggling as they did, “paper, scissors-- SHOOT!”
She kept her fingers curled in a tight fist; she claimed rock and he flattened his palm, claiming paper. It was the perfect excuse to cover her hand with his, and keep it there.
First Flight--- FFM Day 13 Lolani watched, with a lump in her throat, as her mother held each of her sisters by the waist, and tossed them up into the air over the side of the mountain. Her sisters would falter for a moment, and then their wings would unfurl, and they would be flapping away. Soaring through the air for the first time.First Flight--- FFM Day 13 by RavenXNevermore
“Nervous?” Asked her sister, Alida, from beside her.
Lolani nodded, swallowing saliva. “I’m afraid I’m gonna fall, and splat!”
“You won’t. It’s instinct. You’ll fly, and you’ll love it.” Alida slipped her hand into Lolani’s, squeezing it a few times.
“How do you know?”
“Mama told me, and she’s usually right about everything.” Her sister released her hand, just as their mother turned back to gesture at her to come forward.
Lolani watched Alida curled up into a ball, as their mother launched her into the air. Alida spun,
Skeletons Nick watches with patient amusement, as his girl scoops up a spoonful of her melted ice cream sundae, and slurps it down like soup. She’d once told him that it tasted much better melted than when it was frozen, and that when the ice cream melted it made it easier to get to the chunks of brownie that were tucked into the frozen mound.Skeletons by RavenXNevermore
He knocks back a shot of whiskey, and it burns like a small fire in his throat. He looks back at her, smiling, as she continues to patiently sip the melted frozen treat. A few minutes later she pushes back the little dish, and Nick chuckles at the look of happiness on her face.
“Done?” He says with a grin. And his girl nods, patting her full belly. He calls for the check and, once everything is paid for, leaves the restaurant taking the girl by the hand. The two step out under the clear November night, squeezing each other’s hands playfully. The walk home isn't very long, and despite the chill
MonstersThere is No Cure for the MonstersMonsters by RavenXNevermore
When I was a little girl, I slept in a tent pitched in the middle of my room and pretended that I was camping. The broken door to my closet stood ajar, and each night I imagined a faceless, shadow-person, emerging from my closet to drag me away. I slept with the tent flaps closed and hid beneath the covers in the dark, because…
That should’ve been enough protection, right?
I was sixteen when I learned that there are things in life far worse than the blackness that forms in a gaping closet door. When I was eighteen, I learned what it was like to feel shackled to your bed.
After three days, I answered the phone for my mother’s frantic calls and explained that I had not left my bed. The first thing she suggested was that I “cheer up,” as if I wouldn’t if I could.
I was eighteen when I realized that everyone prepares their children to overcome the monsters in their closets or under their beds but no one feels equip