The Ghost of Christmas PastaThe Ghost of Christmas Pasta by PandaCat-Productions
Christmas had come to the Night Market. Not in the traditional sense perhaps, there would be no hymns sang tonight, no angels decorating the trees, and certainly no nativity scenes. Far too many of the market's inhabitants had either sold or lost their souls to be celebrating the birthday of a man whose very name gave them an instant hangover. Not to mention all the demons hanging around, giving the holiday a decidedly unholy feel. Aside from that however, the Night Market embraced Christmas in true festive spirit. The Witches stopped nagging the Warlocks, the Warlocks stopped sabotaging the Witches, the Alchemists looked down their noses a little bit less, the Vampires stayed at home and got drunk on brandy instead of blood and the many and varied merchants of the Night Market cashed in on the inevitable Christmas shopping crowds. Everyone was happy.
Well, almost everyone.
"Don't put your foot there!"
Vale froze mid-step; his foot suspended mere inches above the snow cov
Seeing the WorldDark brown eyes roamed over the wares offered by the eager merchant. There were gaudily colored coin purses, bracelets made with cheap imitation jewels, and post cards displaying prominent Indian landmarks with English greetings written on them. Like so many others lining the busy streets, this man was clearly aiming to satisfy the interests of tourists looking to waste money purchasing useless knick-knacks for souvenirs. Hannoia took a rolled up piece of paper from a jar labeled "Maps of India."Seeing the World by Leonca
"That is 450 Rs, Miss," the vender informed her with a smile.
Hannoia set the map down and counted what she had left. After buying these nice clothes to look the part of a proper lady during her stay in the city, it would be cutting close. She smiled to herself. "Can you make change from this, Sir?" she asked sweetly.
The man took the paper money. Hannoia's eyes casually followed his hand as he withdrew the coins. When he gave them to her, they only made it halfway back to her purse before spi
sans handshand nounsans hands by Reggetti
1.the terminal, prehensile part of the upper limb in humans and other primates, consisting of the wrist, metacarpal area, fingers, and thumb.
They were what held my focused attention.
From the thin, dexterous fingers to the prominent arc of the wrist as it folded and bent to accommodate the angle of the arm. His hands were stunning, thin and agile, with hard curves and edges where others might be soft. Years of a type of schooling that most do not survive had hardened his hands, left small, barely-there scars as a testament to his endeavors, as a testament to his devotion to his craft. Almost invisible to the casual eye, these scars seemed to rest and flow as his hands moved, dancing around the hot metal and sharp tools of his trade, adding to the strange, imperfect beauty that his hands possessed. Looking on with a critical eye, I saw the purpose in every
PenmanshipUnscripted;Penmanship by EMort
Isn't that the way life should be?
A freedom to make one's own decisions
Without the guidance of destiny?
But on these nights,
When everything comes spinning back, I see,
That just as I write these words,
Some one else picks up a pen for me.
Kissing in the rain.And when we're in a middle of a fight,Kissing in the rain. by HayleighElizabeth
your lips come crashing down on mine.
Those are the things I miss.
CynthiaDarkness. Barred windows and blood. Particles of dust languidly swimming in the pallid, grey twilight as it comes in columns through the windows of a long corridor. And the spiders. Women with long robes and habits betraying their role and the long, dripping black hair hanging beneath them. Faces obscured by masks and pupil-less eyes and still no faces when the masks are removed. And the little girls in white nightgowns, trapped in white prisons with only a small window in the door for the faceless to look in on them and the small slot through which meals are passed and a bed. And Cynthia.Cynthia by Led-Feather
Cynthia was special. Cynthia could see through their masks and their eyes. Cynthia could see the spiders. Hiding in the corners. Under her bed. Crawling up their legs when they entered her room to perform their ministrations. They could not see them, none of them could. They were Cynthia's spiders, her army. Tiny black soldiers that would creep out from the shadows, from every crack in the
SideshowThe midway at night. It is an eerie place. Fading filaments in clear glass bulbs are strung overhead between old wood caravans with sun-baked and chipping primary colored paint. Long pitch black shadows filled with ominous creatures scuttling about within their depths. Faces appear sinister. An October wind is dry and smells of burning Fall foliage, stale popcorn, even staler beer and cotton candy.Sideshow by RUNNrabbitRUNN
There are few patrons here. This carnival does not draw the crowds of the old days. It is in disrepair, with tired old carnies working rusty old rides, aging animals and worn out stages. Run down and uncanny. It is a vagrant's carnival.
The Sideshowman, a son of a Sideshowman, peeks out from behind a ragged old red curtain and surveys the gathering of people about the stage. It looks pitiful. He sneers, deflates. The tin of his flask catches the light of a full harvest moon as he tips it to his lips and pulls from it heavily three times. His shoulders shudder from the burn coercing through h
Subjective PronounsSubjective pronouns are used as the subjects of sentences (whom or what you're talking about).Subjective Pronouns by purrrplcat
I am going to leave for my appointment.
She is late already.
They will never make it on time.
A problem occasionally arises when subjects are compound. You might read, for instance:
His brothers and him are going to the ball game.
Margaret, Elizabeth, and me were at the mall for four hours yesterday.
Me and her see eye-to-eye on lots of things.
These pronouns are used incorrectly. Because the pronouns are used as subjects of the sentence, they should all be in the subjective case: I, you, he, she, it, we, or they. So, the sentences should read:
His brothers and he are going to the ball game.
Margaret, Elizabeth, and I were at the mall for four hours yesterday.
I and she see eye-to-eye on lots of things.
(It's considered polite to put the other person first, so it's better to word this sentence like this: She and I see eye-to-eye on lots of things.)
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