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WRITING Prompt #1 AND #9 (2 Poems)

If in A Season of Time

If we had been 6 and 8 years old together, in the budding Spring of our youth,
I would have idolized you.
I'd have tagged along after you every chance I got.
You would have indulged me – to a point – but you would have conspired with your friends to run as fast as you all could to get away from me.
You, I would have noticed, would have sometimes not run as fast as you really could.
I would have followed, or tried to, but would never have been discouraged.
I knew where you lived.
I would have secretly left containers of live worms for you (which I would have dug up myself from the thawed earth), every Saturday for your fishing trips.
Then I would have "secretly" watched you from the cool, shady branches of a nearby tree at your favorite fishing spot.
You would have commented loudly on the fine worms while pretending not to see me.
I would have smiled.
And each night I would have whispered on the warm breeze to the Heavens above that one day I'd marry you.

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(WC:184 words, not including the title)

A Love Blooms...

When we were 16 and 18 years old and together, we were still green fruit, but ripening.
You met me after school each day and carried my books home for me.
We were inseparable and held hands everywhere we went.
We went to the movies and you always shared your popcorn and Milk Duds with me, but
when you shyly tried to put your arm around me, we both smiled in the dark when you succeeded.
I started to wonder what kissing you would be like.
You built a treehouse – in the tree by your favorite fishing spot – your unspoken invitation for me to join you.
I noticed that the only window faced in your direction.
I loved the view.
I always left you worms in your spot on the dock, and you always noticed the containers were tied shut with my hair ribbons.
And then you carved our initials in our tree – the one by your fishing spot – and we shared our first kiss.
It was sweet and tentative and we both smiled and blushed.
And you began to tell yourself after prayers each night that one day you'd marry me.

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(WC: 192 words, not including the title)

Poster in AngelFyre's room
GRAPHICS Prompt #6

Credit for 1st half of quote, up to the word "Anybody" is credited to Cynda Hunter as is the visual of the bowing dancer. The image was found on Pinterest, as was the image from The Greatest Showman Entire poster, with added text, was created in Canva.

Men, Boys, and Their Toys (A joke)
WRITING Prompt #3

Two years ago, I helped my best friend and his father move their cousin to Edinburgh. He had hired a moving company, but some items had been purchased for delivery and were not under contract for delivery upstairs. One such item was an over stuffed recliner. Kendric and his father and cousin struggled with it until the cousin suggested they use his skateboard to help ease it up the steps. Surprisingly, it ultimately worked.

The hired movers had been using a hand truck to get boxes and furniture up the steps and had been watching the goings on with the recliner with some sneering and an occasional snide remark. They did look relieved to have the short respite in not having to haul anything up the steps for the time being, however. When all was said and done and Kendric and his family were congratulating themselves, Kendric looked over to the surliest hired mover and told him that if they needed it, they should feel free to use the skateboard.

The mover snarled, “Me and my friends don’t play with skateboards, laddie.” Kendric immediately shot back with, “Aye, well, meh friends and I don’t play with dolleys!”

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(WC: 198 Words, not counting the title)

Start Your Engines, But Mind the Rear View Mirror
WRITING Prompt #4 (Feelings)

Simon was not a good kisser. He was a great kisser. Because he was so good at it, AngelFyre was discovering more and more lately that his kisses were producing reactions and emotions within her which both delighted and confused her. She liked them maybe a little too much. Did he even know what he was doing to her when he kissed her lately? She wondered if he was affected at all or if it was something that had changed only within her? She had been thinking a lot on puberty, for obvious reasons, and it seemed pretty clear that if she was not in the early stages, she was certainly on the cusp. This would definitely be a development to keep her father up at nights, but even so, how does one fight one’s biology? And if she could, did she really want to?

God made her to be this way. God made Simon to be this way. And she was certain He had made them for one another so the taking of pleasure in each other must have been part of His grand design for them. But she also believed He meant it to be something wondrous shared between a husband and wife - not two adolescents. AngelFyre knew that the feelings themselves were natural; not sinful. It would be acting upon those feelings and urges that would be problematic if the two ever lost themselves in the moment.

One of her questions for God lately had been to wonder how old Adam and Eve were in the Garden? She suspected that God was less concerned about their ages than He was their marital status. If her parents had their way, she imagined she would remain a virgin until they decided THEY wanted grandkids, presumably no earlier than shortly before she, and they, dried up and wrinkled up, respectively. Simon, on the other hand, was the first to let her know, in his not-so-subtle, but rakishly affable manner, that the magical world allowed marriages between kids as young as 17.

Come again?

Seventeen did he say?!? What about post graduate education? Seventeen!?! He remarked so matter-of-factly about it that she knew he did not mean to pressure her on the subject. Still, he once commented to her that had he and Haley stayed together, and if she had agreed, he would have gotten married earlier than he could with AngelFyre. He was “having to wait an extra year” because AngelFyre was a year younger. The boy wanted 12 kids and he wanted them soon. But was it AngelFyre herself he most wanted or the family he could have with most anyone? Would it be so terrible to wait a few years just so she could get her education, too? Why the rush?

And then she found she had come full circle back to her original thoughts. She knew what part of the rush was anyway. As a Christian, relations outside of marriage were deemed a sin. Teachings on this point were not ambiguous like others could be in the Bible. It would make sense that Simon would not wish to go against God’s commandments either. The boy, long ago, gave up the dream of the Priesthood because priests were forbidden to marry and he could not serve the Lord in that capacity. Her girl crazy dhampir knew, even so young, he was destined to follow his more carnal drives as God’s servant. He had set his course early and had definitely fallen squarely in the camp of not wishing to fight his own biology.

On that score, AngelFyre could only count herself ultimately blessed.

But, dang. It did feel like some pressure. If she loved him more than anything on the face of this earth … and God knows she did… and they both loved each other with the same sort of rare, soul connection, would Simon turn his back on them… on her… to find someone who would agree to marry so young? Then the devil would jump on her shoulder and craftily sow doubt in her mind with the question as to whether he was really looking for her… his soulmate… or simply a brood mare? She deep down knew it was not the latter, but what would she know at 17 about being a wife? or a mother soon thereafter? or running a household? Would she be prepared? What if the real rush to marry was simply so that they could enjoy each other with no guilt or sin? Would that be enough of a foundation to carry them through the rest of their lives?

She loved Simon, but the boy could be so stubbornly impetuous. They still had time before them so no decisions need be made right this second, or even this year. Maybe as they matured they would not always lead with their hearts... or their yearning desires. She sat on that thought for a long while. Simon was a dove. The boy was nothing but heart.

But none of these weighty thoughts ever stirred in her mind during their kisses. All thinking would cease, abandoned and tossed curbside, inevitably viewed in her rear view mirror. Everything physical was instinctive and reactive and combustible in those moments as his scent filled her nostrils and the taste and pressure of his lips against hers made her ache… always.. for more of him. While she suspected it would feel utterly amazing to be able to explore her longings in those love drunk eternities with Simon, she realized the danger doing so presented to both of them.

How she sometimes wished they could simply fast forward through the teenage angst and just get to the time and place where they were living their best lives together. Yet, giving up even a nanosecond of the finite amount of time allotted them was not acceptable to AngelFyre in any way whatsoever, so they were going to have figure this out.

And the sooner, the better.

Pin Badges Representing AngelFyre
OTHER Prompt #2

OOC:Pins done in pencil, colored pencils, Posca Pens, and crayons. Images, some of them, came from Canva, and Pinterest.

Siren Song Curse
WRITING Prompt #6

The Siren Song Curse (Mellifluisity) enables landlubbers to utterly enthrall unsuspecting souls and capture their undivided attention with their sweet voices, sometimes having their targets do their bidding. The caster's Arcane Power (ArcP) will determine how strong the "captivation" is between caster and their target. The higher the ArcP, the more likely the captivation will move from static adoration to active service of commands.

Incantation: Mellifluisity, pronounced (meh-LIF′loo-ESS-′eh-tee).
Wand movement: the shape of a heart.
Light: most often red, but can sometimes be a deep purple if the caster's intent is to do harm.
Duration: 4-5 hours

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[WC) 105 words

Wardrobe Inspiration for a Ball Outfit
OTHER Prompt #8

OOC: Design by the Art Sherpa (aka Cinnamon Cooney) but artwork done by me

Character Banner (for Spring Court Ball)
GRAPHICS Prompt #1

or maybe this one

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Images came from Pinterest and Canva

Purrberus vs Cerberus
OTHER Prompt #3 (Magical creature)

OOC: It might be hard to read, but it says:

Purrberus vs. Cerberus
Fighting Like Cats & Dogs, Cats & Dogs, Cats & Dogs
The fur is going to Fly
Signed: AngelFyre '23

Purrberus conceived by me, but some inspiration images came from Canva. Done in colored pencils and posca pens.