This was a second contest that AJ entered. However, we can’t find any record she ever did. Though we both swear to it. The musty smell of the cavern mingled with the apple pie Nox was licking off of his fingers. His mother insisted on going first, “This my hunt. My rules.” Nox rolled his eyes as he followed after Leanna Sétanta musing over how … Continue reading Apple Pie
My mother has passed away. It’s been several years actually. I never really knew her. I have memories of her as a child but they are few and the largest memory of her is tarnished by her fear of me. I can’t make up the time I lay heating her. I can’t fix it. I do regret it. But it has taken me years to … Continue reading Gone
Write about the benefits of being an only child—or the advantages of having siblings.
Both kinda apply to me. For 18 years I was an only child – I didn’t know I had siblings. I didn’t have parents that took care of me, but that still made me an only child or should it be orphaned child. Continue reading Only Child?
My earliest childhood memory was when I was probably three or four. We lived in a small wooden cabin in the middle of the Rocky Mountains. It was around the holiday season there was snow everywhere on the ground – my mother couldn’t work because she couldn’t leave the house. The roads were so snow covered a state of emergency was issued – not that I knew what that meant then. But I knew my mother wouldn’t have been home otherwise.
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Security blankets were not something I had as a child. Before coming to the Venatori I didn’t need one, I was safe in the knowledge that I was loved but it was shattered when my mother spat at me for being a monster – an uncontrollable and dangerous magnus that would end up hurting more people than she cared to count. She saw only one thing about me – hated me for it. Continue reading Blanket
I only have one picture of my life before coming to live with the Venatori. It was a picture my Nanny took with her old Polaroid camera. It’s yellowing, the corners are bent and the edges are a little singed from a mishap when I was only a few years older than I was in the picture. Continue reading An Old Photograph
My parents were never around for me. My mother left me to the Venatori at the tender age of 5 and I didn’t know who my father was until I was 18 years old. But here’s the horrid tale of my parentage. Continue reading My Parents