Christmas Party - a drabble.

The little girl with the auburn pigtails moved silently down the passage in the dark tower keep. She was noticably small.

Actually she is full grown its just that she is a gnome. She is dress all in dark leather that is well oiled. Her intent is simple she is hungry and she knows that the mage of this tower has some food. Not that conjured food like her sister makes. Its ok has no taste and you get hungry again after awhile. No real food like fresh sweetened goats milk, or Roasted talibuk. The thoughts of such foods made her almost drool.

Self Portrait

After the Halloween Party

Ugh … I got to watch how much I drink, my head hurts.

But what a party?

My buddy Paul always did know how to host em …

And then there was that chick.

Haunted, a Halloween Drabble.

The Old Argument

Overheard One Summer Day

"Mom! John is wearing my party dress!"

"Son, what have I told you about wearing your sister's clothes?"

"Always ask first. Sorry sis."

"Its okay, But I hate the fact you look better in it than I do."

This is a drabble (100 word long story) that provides a glimpse into a defining moment between a pair of siblings.

Ladies Room
Copyright 2011 by Heather Rose Brown
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The Princess and the Bimbo
By Princess
This is a very small snippet I had in my head for a few days about a feminized husband and his abusive wife. Its a common theme in TG stories but mine has a little twist.

Half a pound

Half a pound of tuppenny rice,
Stick it in some old hose,
Pop them in the cups of my bra,
I'm a girl and nobody knows.

Mary had a little lie
Her body tol' the worl'
Although she was built like a guy,
beneath she was a girl

Wee Willie Winkie, face in a mess,
Staring in the mirror in his mother's nightdress,
Used too much makeup, feeling kind of down.
Wants to be a princess, but he looks like a clown

Nobody loves me, everybody hates me,
Think I'll get rid of my worm
Chop off my testicles, invert my scrotum,
See how it makes them all squirm

Pink Daze

“Mom! My shirt turned pink in the wash!”

“Oh dear. Well, you can wear it anyway.”

“Are you nuts? I hate pink!”

“Its just a color. Honestly, dear, nothing to get so upset about.”

“But my friends would laugh at me, mom.”

“You’ve got to be exaggerating. Nobody would laugh at you.”

“You don’t know anything!”

A journey that started so many years ago
A journey that I learned from as I grew
I never chose my path in life, my path chose me
As I walked alone looking for happiness
All I could find was a world of hate
Maybe someday things will change
But my destiny will remain the same
To find true friends who really care
In this day and age is really rare
It always gets better, so they say
But first I must know how to make the pain go away
It’s been a long battle
One that many will have to travel
I remember what someone once said to me
Keep your head up, always be proud

Please see notes at end

It’s another sad day for the sky is filled with dark clouds.
It’s been like this for many days, and the rain just never seems to go away.
Oh how I wish I could go out and play, but what fun would it be anyway.
I no longer laugh and I can’t smile, why must I live a life of denial.
Ashamed of what others might think, the pills still in my hand ready to swallow.
Some people told me to pray, but why bother, god hates me anyway.
Some wish I was dead, others want me to move ahead.
As the pain becomes too much to bear, I find there is no end to the fear.

Long time since I last wrote a bit. But this one was sitting finished on my hard drive and felt finished. It’s a bit of a drabble in
MELANIE EZELL'S BIG CLOSET ULTIMATE WRITER'S CHALLENGE, the fourty fourth week challenge:

44. Drabble Rabble

idea: Write a collection of related drabbles.

length: No more than 5 drabbles, each at 100 words.

As I sit in the woods on a cold fall day.
I watch the wind blow as the leaves on the trees fall.
I ask myself, is there a reason I am this way.
Would I be better off dead?
I have tried for way to long.
I have cried and cried and the tears are all gone.
As the sky grows dark and my anger builds.
I find being dead would be a thrill.
Please help me lord, I cried one time.
I head back home no longer afraid for the end was not to be on this day.
I have too many friends that would be sad if I went away.
As I enter my house, there my parents stood ready to give me a hug.

Father’s Day 2011.
by
Angharad.

“It isn’t noble to be different. I’m not a hero because I’m who I am any more than I should be the target of hate for being me.”

He pushed at an errant curl. He had argued with his mother about the length of his dress . . . more out of habit than any difference over what was appropriate for a graduation speech.

“Our society wants everything to fit neatly on a spectrum with one end being preferred over the other. The fact that I’m different from many of my classmates doesn’t make me better or worse . . . just different.”

-August 30, 2008-

Ok boys, what’s with the masks?

Mam, I told your boys that I wanted them to come up with a plot device for literature.

Well, did he go before the judge?

Yes, she did.

ACT 1 Characters

Daniel/Dannielle Baptiste : The Angelus
Finch : Danielle's Lover, consort and second-in-command
Jackie Estacado : Host to the Darkness on Earth
The Darkness : the first demon
Unsen : Angelus warrior
Butch Babliano : Jackie Estacado's most trusted leiutenant

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