Entries By Ama Marie
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Auburn strands fell across the Princess’s pillow. She’d been sleeping there for so many years that her tresses had become quite tangled. Asleep, she may have been, but it clearly had not been peaceful. Even as the handsome adventuring prince watched, she began tossing about on the mattress, the sheets were tangled around her limbs and the heavier coverlets and pillows long since discarded to the dusty floor. Pretty though. Even with the drool running down the side of her face.Posted By Ama Marie On 05.12.2013 @ 9:48 pm
To gain credibility in her classmates’ eyes, Sylvia knew she had to make it all the way to the top. One sun-scorched, paint-peeled bar at a time, she pushed herself to the top of the junglegym. Her plastic baggy of yellow goldfish crackers clutched between her teeth, juice pack wedged precariously in her pocket, she would eat her lunch at the top, with playground royalty today.Posted By Ama Marie On 05.04.2013 @ 12:21 pm
Back and forth on the front porch, her chair rocked solidly forward and back. She watched the grasses sway in the field and listened to her apprentice grumble behind the warped old glass of the window over her shoulder. Smiling to herself, she began to hum an old witches’ song.Posted By Ama Marie On 10.22.2012 @ 4:39 pm
Ratings are as follows:
Execution: Decent. 5 of 10 points. Five points lost for lack of gore and ingenuity.
Presentation: Passable. 3 of 10 points. Dyes and designs unoriginal, but homey.
Element of surprise: Excellent. 9 of 10 points. No one suspected the egg hidden under Uncle Winston’s toupee.
Overall: Enjoyable if disorganized. 17 of 30 points.
Egg Hunt.Posted By Ama Marie On 03.20.2012 @ 9:50 pm
Sparkling stars, hidden between branches. I look up and I can see only a few of them. It is cloudy tonight and the moon is young. Or old. Tomorrow will be the new moon, and that makes tonight a night of shades and spectres; and they sparkle, too, with sorrow or malice.Posted By Ama Marie On 01.11.2012 @ 9:43 pm
The great division stemmed, so far as anybody could tell, from a disagreement about the nature of society amongst the fish in the pond. Mr. Widdershins felt that the fish were highly sophisticated and had built a utopian social order. Mr. Bone would not be dissuaded from believing that the fish got on so well only because they lived in constant fear of the black cat next door.Posted By Ama Marie On 09.04.2011 @ 8:24 pm
Salt in the wound. That is what your avoidance is to my heart. Is it not enough that everyone knows? Is it not enough that I must face them all, day after day, after day? But you, also, have turned away from me? In this bleak hour of need, I would have thought my shadow would stand behind me.Posted By Ama Marie On 09.02.2011 @ 9:44 pm
Level the brown sugar before you add it to the mixing bowl. A teaspoon of vanilla. The real stuff, not imitation. Stir it, spoon it onto the pan, bake the cookies and let them cool. Hide them from Josh, and maybe someone else will get a few. He sniffs them out when he walks in the door.Posted By Ama Marie On 08.03.2011 @ 6:48 pm
the cat was a straw colored monster with six toes on each paw and only one ear and one eye. He had a left ear, and a right eye. These were only minor setbacks however, as he still ruled the city streets and back alleys, still evaded the animal catchers at every turn.Posted By Ama Marie On 07.11.2011 @ 2:28 pm
Casting aside her desire to be a cartwright, she took up archery instead. It was quickly discovered that her aim was so true that she could impale a worm beneath the ground on the tip of her arrow when it arced back to the earth from its flight in the azure sky.Posted By Ama Marie On 07.07.2011 @ 10:07 am