Part 1: Skin, Blood, and Bones

I am her. I am what she lives inside. I am her skin, blood, and bones. When she wants to go, I am what moves her. When she needs to cry, I let tears stream down her skin, puddling on the ground beneath her so that she can see the reflection of her sorrow in the pools I’ve made, and she realizes it’s time for her to be happy again. Time for her to smile again, time for us to smile again. I miss her smile. I can only see it when she looks in the mirror, when she tells me to look in the mirror. I’ve managed to live without the mirror. I don’t really need it anyway. Who needs a mirror when you can feel the smile? When you can feel the warm corners of her lips curling upwards? When you can feel its comforting halo surrounding you? Bereft of the smile, I don’t know how I’d survive.

This time, though, she looked up, looked straight into the endless reflection of the mirror which hangs on her wall. She saw her luminescent smile, and it grew. It grew into the most beautiful smile, full of compassion and love. So beautiful that I feared it couldn’t be true, any moment it’d turn into a songbird and fly away, singing a song for someone else.

Then she looked into our eyes. She has the most beautiful eyes. I’ve heard people talk about eyes before. They say things like: beauty is in the eye of the beholder, an eye for an eye and the whole world’s blind, love sees not with the eyes but with the heart, eyes are the windows of the soul. I don’t know if that one’s true or not. But what if it is? And if it is, who do people see in her eyes? And will they ever see me?

Words

I am too afraid to say

I don’t have the words to say

So open me up

With your key to my heart

And see the images that float around in the oblivion of my head

Plant them and let them grow

Until they blossom until beautiful, beautiful words

Let them grow from your kindness, your love,

So I can thank you for just that.

Megan and the Guy, Chapters 4 and 5

Chapter Four, in which frogs attempt to divert attention; 

ulterior motives are revealed; magical objects of value are retrieved; and certain criminals are heartily flabbergasted.

Once Nadia and Morgan were back to their normal selves, Megan told them about the unbearably irritating unicorn. They all agreed that they should surprise attack the thief’s house and Megan and Morgan should sneak in and retrieve the stone while Nadia distracted anyone who was inside.

         “How should I distract him, though?” Nadia asked.

“Use your imagination, Nadia. Turn into a flying magical hippopotamus that hiccups on command or something.” Morgan insisted. Nadia gaped at Morgan, wondering how she had thought of something so bizarre. “Why would I want to do that? Hiccupping hurts; wouldn’t it be better if I could belch or sneeze or something?” Megan sighed and put her head down. This is never going to work if I have to put up with these two imbeciles. Megan was really worrying about carrying out their plan, now. But they continued on anyway, toward the house next to the tree that the unicorn told Megan about. After minutes of exhausting travel, they finally reached the house. It was small, really small, like not-even-big-enough-for-a-half-dwarf small. The unicorn must have been wrong when he said that this guy was human. As they were standing outside the house, an abnormally small half-elf stepped out, carrying a platter of freshly baked cookies.

“Would you like to try some of my famous oatmeal cookies, my ladies?” he asked politely, too politely.

“Who do you work for?!” Megan demanded immediately, grabbing the little man by the collar of his shirt. “No one is that polite and courteous. So I’ll say it again: who do you work for?!”

“The thief. I work for the thief,” he squeaked, “he hired me to trick you into eating these poison cookies. He said that you were looking for a stone. He has it, though. He keeps it in his home. He lives in the tree. Please don’t hurt me!” Megan set the pathetic little guy down, realizing that she had accidentally left second-degree burns on the skin of his neck. Ouch, that would take a while to heal. Poor guy. Megan actually pitied him.  Megan and the other two girls didn’t wait for anyone to tell them to start up the tree. Nadia shifted into a koala bear to make climbing easier, but unfortunately Megan and Morgan were stuck relying on just their human forms.

“Okay, when we get up there, Nadia, you distract him, while Morgan and I sneak in to grab the stone. Same plan as before, just in a tree.” Megan declared. The koala bear nodded its head; she had heard. Once they reached the top, Nadia transformed into a giant frog, Megan’s hands turned pink, and Morgan pretended that she knew kung fu.

Nadia, in giant frog form, made a great distraction, and Megan had no trouble getting inside. But once she was in the tree house, she stood in shock. For in front of her, lounging on an enormous couch was the unicorn. He unleashed a devious cackle, his eyes now glowing an evil shade of purple.  This wasn’t going to work out well; Megan could just feel it.

“You may have gotten past the cookie maker, but you’ll never find the stone! I have hidden it so well, that even I may never find it again.” He then set free another spell of hideous, evil laughter. Morgan then let out a cry from behind the enormous davenport.

“I found it! It was in a bowl labeled ‘magical stones’” She held up her stone in the air, victoriously. The unicorn just frowned, sadly, disappointed with himself.

Chapter Five, in which happy endings occur

THE END.

Super Girl Cracks Down on Knucklehead

Just a little, silly thing I came up with. It is a newspaper clipping from the desk of the superhero, Supergirl (very original):

Wand-Buying for Beginners

--Based on the world of Harry Potter--
*note that this content was not authorized by the author or publisher, and is simply from my imagination*

Henry strolled slowly into the wandshop. You wouldn't be able to tell he was a wizard just by looking at him, but his blue eyes held more secrets than just a propensity for magic. Once inside, Henry was glad he'd left his non-magical parents at home; this new, frightening world of magic and wizardry would have only set them apart farther. It'd been at least thirty years since the death of Lord Voldemort, and in the years since that fateful day, Ollivander had decided to take a long break, leaving his wandshop temporarily in the care of his great-niece, a young witch named Claudia. Claudia was not the wisest of witches, but she did have a young, naive flare that, as family, Ollivander could not turn away. She didn't know what she'd gotten into when she'd decided to run the wandshop.  Henry's first glimpse of the witch was sprawled out on the floor after she'd run into him and dropped the stack of wandboxes she'd been carrying.


"My goodness! I'm so sorry, sir. I didn't see you there. Here, let me help you up." Claudia extended her hand to him to pull him up off the cold stone floor. Henry gratefully took it and started to stand up. On his feet again, Henry started to browse around the store, his eyes trying to loop around endless shelves.
"Sir, why don't you let me assist you." Claudia stated plainly. She walked across the shop to a row of shelves in the back that looked identical to all of the others and snatched up an enormous stack of boxes. The massive pile rose up over her head, blocking her face and causing her to sway with every step. She finally got to the front of the store, and set them down on her desk, the top three falling over inevitably. She didn't bother to pick them up off the ground, but started to open the top box, pulling out a stick that Henry assumed was a wand. 
"Try this one out: eight and a half inches, beechwood and phoenix feather" She commanded, duly handing the wand to Henry. Henry took it in his right hand and swooshed it in the air a bit, but sadly nothing happened.
"It's not worki--" Henry was abruptly cut off by the witch,
"Then it's not meant for you. Great Uncle Ollie always says that the wand chooses the wizard, and I suppose maybe that's true, but I say that it's like trying on shoes. If one wand doesn't fit you, there's always another one out there that will." Wands choosing wizards, trying on shoes, possessing magical powers: it was all making Henry's head spin. 
"Try this one, it's hippogriff feather and ash." She instructed, giving Henry the wand before he could process her request. He did the same as he had with the wand before, except this time, instead of nothing, the tip of the stick began to glow. Claudia smiled, "That's the one." she announced grabbing the wandbox to look at the inside. 
"That would be ten galleons please." she hummed. Henry, confusedly grabbed about 60 pounds from his wallet-- his mother had insisted he take at least 120 pounds since they didn't know how costly magical items would be. Claudia frowned, then after examining the money for a minute, came to a conclusion. 
"Sir... um Mr..."
"Talbot, I'm Henry Talbot" he informed her.
"Mr. Talbot, I would suggest you acquire some wizard currency before you decide to keep shopping here. Most vendors do not accept muggle money. I will make an exception for you just this once, but you'd best stop by Gringotts soon; they will most likely be able to convert this... paper to wizard coins." She then handed him back an extra five pounds change and his newly-bought wand.

Linger

Misty stared up at the sky as the first firework went off--a giant red one that immediately was scattered across the dark indigo sky. The flashing red, white, and blue pinwheels lit up the night like enormous glitter bombs. Misty’s long black hair was swept over her shoulders as she turned to face Todd. Todd, the softhearted, well-mannered boy with chocolate brown eyes, who was her date tonight. He stared kindly into her eyes, warming her with his gentle gaze. The inviting scents of cocoa and cinnamon radiated from him. He reached his hand out to brush a stray hair off of her face. Where his hand touched, her skin tingled hungrily. His hand lingered on her left cheek, gently caressing her face.

Misty reached her hand around him and pulled him in closer. Their lips touched, and they helplessly melted into each other’s arms. The sounds of fireworks died in their ears, as they held tight to each other, almost as if they would evaporate if they let go. Time stopped as they kissed. Magic, love, bliss, whatever it was, lingered fervently in the summer air.

After what could have been either forever or a moment, Todd pulled away. The world fell into place around them. Misty opened her eyes, not realizing that they had been shut, just in time to see the last firework. It hung in the sky for a good minute, letting Misty capture every moment of the dream she was living.

Patty

In honor of Saint Patty’s Day which wasn't yesterday (but it was yesterday when I posted this on my original blog), I’m going to type up a lame story to do with the holiday. It follows a leprechaun, and it’s a bit fun and random:
Once upon a time there was a leprechaun, Patty. All year long he worked in the Pot’o’Gold factory, processing gold coins that would end up at the ends of rainbows. Every Saint Patrick’s Day he gave a bag of fresh gold coins to all of the leprechaun children in his small village north of Dublin. He wanted to be a magical unicorn, though. Every day, while Patty was pounding gold coins with the crest of the royal leprechaun family, magical unicorns were roaming freely in England, spreading joy and happiness to English youngsters. On Patty’s 265th birthday he got a letter from the factory’s head leprechaun. He had been promoted to senior leprechaun coin pounder; his pay would be doubled and he would have an extra two vacation days every century. Patty was so unhappy that he ran away to the magic forest, to live among the woodland faeries and the elves. He ran through the magic forest, carried by his short stubby leprechaun legs. While running on the forest trail, he came across a creature standing in the middle of the wooded path. It was a pixie.
“Hello, Patty.” She said jollily. How did she know his name? “I know everyone’s name, I am Santapixie, I give presents to little children every Christmas! It’s not Christmas today, but it is still a magical holiday, so I can grant you one wish. No strings attached, no loopholes, no unhappy endings!” She then took out her wand. The point was in the shape of a five-point star. Patty immediately knew what he was going to wish for. He closed his eyes and thought about his wish, like he was about to blow out the candles on his 264th birthday cake. Seconds later, he felt something funny on his head. He reached up to touch it, but his hands had turned to hooves. Pixiesanta squealed with glee. She held up a mirror to him and he saw himself. He was a magical unicorn! His horn sparkled with the reflection of the sun and his mane swept across his back, purple. His wish had come true! He would live happily ever after now! He looked up to thank the pixie, but she was gone, vanished. In her place was a first-class unicorn airline ticket to England! He silently said a prayer of thanks to Pixiesanta and made his way to the unicorn airport. Happily ever after would be a nice way to live for a change.