Jade #9, Ivory #3, Snow White #8

[shadowsong26]

Name: shadowsong26
Story: Re-creation
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Jade #9. A thousand hills, but no birds in flight/Ten thousand paths, with no person's tracks, Ivory #3. A child of sacrifice, a child of war, Snow White #8. fairy godmother
Supplies and Materials: photography, fingerpainting (Michaela's unwillingness to use self-referential pronouns even in the third person), fabric, modeling clay, pastels (my current gen + romance card B3 "no one has to know"), novelty beads (canvas), glitter, glue ("This is a challenging time because you must sustain multiple perspectives.")
Word Count: 354
Rating: PG-13/R
Characters: Michaela, Simon Gilboa
Warnings: Mind Rape
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This takes place shortly before The Wanderer


( Michaela has often marveled at the fact that, for all their comparative brilliance, humans are so incredibly skilled at self-delusion. )

Dove Grey 24

[auguris]

Name: auguris
'verse: Ghost Sight
Story: The Shack
Colors: Dove Grey 24. That is death - shifting from 'is' to 'was'.
Supplies and Styles: Pastels: touching/cuddling
Word Count: 1675
Rating: R
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Summary: Mitchell stumbles upon a haunting while on vacation. Sort of a longer version of this piece.

The Babas-Eva Inn wasn't as popular as the website suggested. From the parking lot to the room, Mitchell and Cagri encountered only staff.

"Don't make that face." Mitchell kissed Cagri's cheek. "Everything's clean. They have to follow the same health regulations as everyone else."

"I am not making a face." Cagri peered at the bed. ( 'I only wonder why it seems we are the only souls brave enough to patronize the inn.' )

Olive Drab, 3 + canvas + novelty beads + stain + glitter.

[sarcasticsra]

Author: Sara
Colors: Olive Drab, 3. “I peeked at the end, Frank. The devil did it.”
Supplies: Canvas, Novelty Beads ("Stay thirsty, my friends."), Stain ("What we anticipate seldom occurs; what we least expected generally happens."), Glitter ("Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.")
Word Count: 3,350
Rating: PG
Story: The Devil Herself; title of this is Lucille's Lemonade, Open For Business, Serving: Hell (and Heaven, Sorta)
Summary: A nice, normal twelve-year-old girl decides to open up a nice, normal lemonade stand as part of a nice, normal school project. Well, almost.
Notes: Finally getting around to posting my Junetide stories. I'm pretty behind, lol.

( The Gott-Heffernan brownstone seemed, at first glanced, ordinary enough. )

Jade #8, Red #18, Ivory #19

[shadowsong26]

Name: shadowsong26
Story: Days of Autumn Rain
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Jade #8. My idle dreams roam far, Red #18. caught red-handed, Ivory #19. Even the band must face the music.
Supplies and Materials: oils, feathers, modeling clay, pastels (my current gen + romance card O4 "being wrong"), novelty beads (500 words), glitter ("I will not say ‘do not weep’, for not all tears are an evil." – Gandalf, from JRR Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings)
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Mel, Riluke
Warnings: Unrequited love and resultant heartbreak, background war
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.


( Mel saw Isshiri off, then trudged back up the beach to Lady Riluke's house )