Aheila’s Drabble Day – Hair

Don’t ask me how I came by this, I don’t know myself…
To remind you, a drabble challenge is the following:

Here is how the drabble challenge works!

Read the prompt and find your angle.
Write a drabble (100 words story, give or take five words).
Post a direct link to your drabble in the comments (or, if you don’t have a blog, just go ahead and post your drabble in the comments).

You can find the challenge here: http://thewriteaholicblog.wordpress.com/2010/12/21/drabble-day-hair/

Hair.

“WHERE IS THE CLONE?”
I turned around at my desk and stare at my work college, the one who I had been staring at for the past couple of years. He never changed, which helped me to predict his actions.
“Which one would that be?” I queried, folding my hands together.
“THE CLONE THAT CAME FROM MY HAIR!” He snapped. “THE ONE YOU WERE USING! HE IS NOT IN HIS ROOM!”
I raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Do you remember when I threatened to put you through the blender?” I queried. “Well, I wanted to see what it would feel like.”

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It’s the Season…

It’s the week before Christmas and I am not as prepared for it as I like to be. This is a funny time of the year. I’m never sure what to think of it.
In the traditional sense, I am a Christian, so – naturally, this time has a religious significance for me. I don’t necessarily care if this is the same holiday as a pagan holiday, or this or that, to me – it is a time to think about faith and what it means to me in my life. It’s one of the rituals that I practice this time of the year.
I have several of those, some of them silly, some of them a little bit more serious.
I like to think this time of the year. I think about what’s happened the past twelve months, I compare my life to where it was the year before. I think about the blessings in my life, I think about the challenges that I’ve had to endure. I thank God that He stood with me through the challenges, and I think Him for the Good Will which passed my way. I argue with Him as well naturally, but those conversations are private.
Stepping away from religion, my next ritual is very light. I like Christmas songs. I’ve had the privilege of NEVER working in a supermarket, so I haven’t heard them all to death. I like Christmas hymns as well, so this time of the year, I make myself a playlist on my computer with only Christmas like songs on (I have several of those hidden about my computer).
I like to set up a Christmas tree, even if it’s something my family never really tolerated. I like to wrap up presents, though I hate buying them.
And, I play around with my New Years resolutions, reflecting on those of the previous year and making up new ones (or reinstating old ones as the case might be several times).
The thing is that, although Christmas celebration in my family is never a very pleasant affair (for some reason, my family ALWAYS fights over Christmas), I still like these weeks leading up to the New Year. Everything is waiting, everything seems to have slowed down.
We have such a busy life with such a terrible pace that it’s nice to just take a moment to breathe.
Next Year is around the corner, Christmas is in front of us.
What a better time to do some introspection?
What do you do during this time?

Of something and nothing…

I’m a bit at a loss of what to say today. I had had a very good day (it was a public holiday in South Africa) with my Other Half. We celebrated a sort of anniversary. Which is good, (as most milestones are). I’ve once again realized that I am very fortunate, not just with my Other Half, but with all the other amazing people in my life. I don’t have tons of friends, but the ones that I do have are close friends.
Friends I don’t need Facebook for to keep in touch frankly.
I’m on a new rant about Facebook, but if I continue I might expose one of my darker flaws and that is that I am unable to forgive someone if they seriously slighted me. I keep grudges for a very very long time. It is a character flaw, one I know I should work on.
One that would be ‘covered’ if I click the “Accept” button on my Facebook profile, but – my hand is itching towards “Reject”. If you never had a good word to say to me all through my school year, why on earth should I sign you up as a friend on Facebook?
Oh well. I’ll leave it up to the powers that be to decide the person’s fate. Me? I’d rather be working on my writing.
I’m starting to develop and ‘Action Plan’ for next year, deciding how I’m going to get my own work off of the floor as well as continue with my Fan Fiction career. I’ve come to realize that the time and effort I spend writing Fan Fiction might well be beter utilized on my original work BUT I love writing Fan Fiction. I like to believe that one day, (probably fifty years from now) when I become a published author, that I’ll sing credit to the writing which got me started and taught me how to use my words.
Less than 10 days to Christmas and I have yet to buy a present.
I suspect it will once again be done on the 24th of December. Even Clicks the supermarket can’t save me now…

Enter the Dragon Part 10

Hello everybody,
And – here we go, part 10. 🙂 You can find Part 9 here with a list of where all the others are as well. When I have holiday, I’m going to sort out the ease of browsing a bit.

Enter The Dragon, Part 10

Minias stared at her for several seconds then, said quite smoothly, in the most articulate tone she had ever heard him use;
“No.”
Alyssa blinked. “Just like that?” she queried.
“Yes,” Minias said simply, but crossed his arms, telling Alyssa that he expected retaliation on her part. “No.”
Alyssa wasn’t going to take that as the easy answer. “Yes or no?” she said queried, even though she knew what he meant.
“No,” Minias said again. “You wanted a dragon, you take care of it.”
Alyssa gave him a look. “I didn’t want him,” she said. “He wanted me. Or my room anyway.”
Minias raised an eyebrow and shook his head. “But you let him stay,” he said. “You didn’t want to kick him out.”
Alyssa made a sound in the back of her throat. “Last time I checked,” she said coldly. “I let you stay too.”
Minias smiled at her, though it wasn’t a pleasant look. “But, you asked me to stay,” he pointed out. “Which I have to say makes me feel as if we’re on even grounds in this.”
Alyssa hesitated, realizing that her side of the argument was slipping a little. “But, I don’t charge you rent,” she said.
“But, I hardly take up any space,” Minias pointed out. “I have my own rooms Alyssa, I just pass through yours to be sociable.”
Alyss’s eyes narrowed. “And catch me naked I’m sure,” she said dryly. “And for that privilege, I would ask you to please take care of my dragon.”
Minias raised an eyebrow. “What?” he queried. “To see you naked?”
“No!” Alyssa snapped. “To pass through my room! Please Minias, I just need you to take care of Will for a couple of hours.”
Minias looked at her blankly. “No.” He said again. “And, really Alyssa – you’ve never asked this of me before, normally he stays in your room. He’s perfectly happy here.”
Alyssa nodded with a touch of dismay and looked at Will who had gone to worry Nikki out of her basket. He wanted to play with the sausage dog (still believing that she’s a dragon) but Nikki was having none of it. She waddled outside and went to lie in the weak winter sun.
“I know,” Alyssa continued her side of the conversation. “But, Will’s been following me around all day. I went to the garage store with almost disastrous consequences. I really want someone to keep him here in my room.”
Minias frowned and looked the young woman up and down. “You’re going riding?” he queried to which Alyssa nodded, making him smile.
“But, that’s perfect Alyssa,” he all but purred. “There’s a lot of space there, you can take him along let him get some exercise. He hasn’t spread his wings properly in all the time he’s been here.”
Alyssa snorted. “If you’re referring to flying,” she said. “I’d rather he don’t attempt that in my room. It could be disastrous.”
Minias raised an eyebrow. “So could me taking care of him,” he pointed out. “Take him with you Alyssa, otherwise let him go entirely because then you are not doing him or his kind a justice keeping him locked up in your room.”
Alyssa growled at him, but realized that he was right. Sighing, she grimaced at Will who was still pestering Nikki. Now that he was outside the room, he was the size of a pony again and the little dog didn’t like it.
“Fine,” she said and grabbed her bag, turning around so that she didn’t have to see Minias’ smug expression. “I just don’t know how I’m going to get him there.”

Aheila’s Drabble Day – Couch

As I feel it’s the lowest of the low, posting about toothpaste, I’ve decided to try and redeem myself by participating in Aheila’s Drabble Day Challenge.
Quoting from her website:
Here is how the drabble challenge works!
Read the prompt and find your angle.
Write a drabble (100 words story, give or take five words).
Post a direct link to your drabble in the comments (or, if you don’t have a blog, just go ahead and post your drabble in the comments).


My Drabble: Couch

It looked like a fluffy, breathing couch.

I stared at the dog, lying on its back, breathing deeply as it lay in the sun. I turned to the owner, trying not to show my worry.
“And… This is Tiny?” I queried, thinking back to the advertisement I had seen in the newspaper. It had read: Sitter needed for Tiny dog, owners going away on holiday.

This dog wasn’t Tiny. It was Huge. They should’ve called it Misnomer…

“Yes,” the owner said happily, “don’t worry, she’s an absolute sweetheart. Naturally.”

There was a ‘but’; there was always a ‘but’.

“But…”

The End.