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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

wasn’t this the word yesterday? What time did i do it…..? hmmm… confusion ensues….

Posted By Ama Marie On 05.01.2013 @ 3:04 pm

The ensuing onslaught of unkind words was more than she could bear. She had no other choice, truly. The only recourse left to her by this utter nincompoop, was to curtly nod her head in his direction and wish him better luck in finding her replacement.

Posted By Ama Marie On 04.30.2013 @ 4:25 pm

Murders of them, covering the trees and blanketing the rooftops. They chitter and banter with one another, sharing bits of shine and morsels of food. They are a great deal more social than I.

Posted By Ama Marie On 04.29.2013 @ 11:34 am

flailing down in a spiral until i hit something soft and dark and warm because it’s just the bed. I was dreaming and I’m not falling at all. Just flailing in the dark.

Posted By Ama Marie On 02.19.2013 @ 10:04 am

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

I enjoyed our chat immensely. When you said that you found the symphony this season to be a trifle cloying, I agreed and said that I’d thought precisely the same thing. In truth I thought it was the company which was cloying, excepting yours of course.

Posted By Ama Marie On 06.08.2012 @ 6:40 pm

The walls are dark and dripping with natural spring water that carries ancient secrets away into the earth.

Posted By Ama Marie On 05.10.2012 @ 10:26 pm

Silver branches drip rainbows in the morning sunlight, birds sing joyful arias to the glorious dawn, the winter’s chill a kiss on my skin as I lie in the snow and gaze up into your eyes.

Posted By Ama Marie On 04.29.2012 @ 9:37 am

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

You must nip it in the bud. You mustn’t let them get out of control. If need be, and push comes to shove, you may be forced to break necks and crack skulls. Here. Let me give you a demonstration.

Posted By Ama Marie On 03.07.2012 @ 8:22 pm

She was a flirt in the womb. She came out coy and sweet and darling as you please. By the time she could walk, she had already promised her hand to three little boys. At 16 hearts are sure to be broken.

Posted By Ama Marie On 02.15.2012 @ 3:19 pm

Concealment of emotions, of truth, of stories, these are all tragic, missed opportunities to share something of our human experience with another. Why not be honest? What are you so afraid of?

Posted By Ama Marie On 01.13.2012 @ 9:22 am

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

Lillies are wonderful. Why? Because they are creative, intelligent, unafraid and fabulously unique. At least our Lillie is. <3

Posted By Ama Marie On 01.08.2012 @ 11:56 am

dozens of kittens scattered the library floor. “What am I to do with them all?” she shouted over their mewlings. “I rather like them with mustard,” he replied with a shrug. “Damnably furry, though. That’s a bother.”

Posted By Ama Marie On 01.06.2012 @ 11:11 pm

I tied on my apron, ready to go to work. First I gathered the ingredients. Funny little sprinkles, shaped like frogs, green food dye, chocolate chunks, creme de menthe, and flour….

Posted By Ama Marie On 01.05.2012 @ 4:58 pm

Platinum maybe causes Alzheimer’s disease. That seriously sucks. What if your hubby gave you a platinum wedding band? You wouldn’t want to replace it. It has so much sentimental value. But you don’t want to forget who your husband is either.

Posted By Ama Marie On 12.07.2011 @ 9:40 pm

Braided together, we’ve been so close for so long that I don’t think he even noticed when I turned and began walking the other direction. I’m pointed towards the sunrise now, headed east and north, and up and to better things in the future.

Posted By Ama Marie On 10.01.2011 @ 6:29 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

a sponge for putting on rouge, a black feather quill and ink pot, a crumpled recette for an especial sort of tart which may or may not affect the general admiration of the one who samples it.

On her desk.

Posted By Ama Marie On 09.01.2011 @ 5:01 pm

The misty banks of the dreaming shore glittered in the moonlight. Waves cascaded diamond encrusted thoughts upon the hazy sands of slumber. And just behind the fog, hid the beast of un-dared hope.

Posted By Ama Marie On 08.29.2011 @ 1:13 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

Boiling. That is what my rage feels like. It feels like my skin is boiling. My blood and my brain bubble and roil with it, warping my veins and my heart with the fiery hatred that you left in me.

Posted By Ama Marie On 08.02.2011 @ 9:50 pm

The roots cascaded down from the earthen ceiling, like fingers, like snakes, like hair, like a waterfall of living matter, seeking out the secrets of the soil and the cavern below.

Posted By Ama Marie On 08.01.2011 @ 1:42 pm

violent crashing erupted from the general vicinity of the garage. It was two A. M. and the moon was full…. And I’d forgotten to put the garbage can at the end of the drive. It could all add up to only one thing: Were-Racoons.

Posted By Ama Marie On 07.21.2011 @ 8:55 am

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