#muse explosion

[lillymill]

~~~Prose Muse is randomly activated~~~

"Where is that boy that I blew dandelion seeds with, that boy who helped me laugh my summer days away?" She asks, her face open, innocent, vulnerable. 

I could say the truth: I could say that I don't know where that little boy went, and that I don't know if he's ever coming back. Or if he can come back. And I could let her tell me that he can. That's what Monica does. She hopes.

"He died," is all I say. And even as I turn away, I can almost feel the hurt on her face. I can feel the bitter guilt that tells me caused it. But I can't let her hope live; I can't let it multiply only to be dashed, so I let the old me die. Maybe if I die, she'll survive, and that's all I can hope for. 

[kalliru-blog]

I think I'll write some oneshots later

[notanothertimelady-archive-blog]

There was something...shall we say magical about being chased by a hound? Well, it technically wasn't an ordinary hound. The creature was large and black, much like a werewolf, except it wasn't a werewolf at all. There wasn't a human locked away in that creature. Actually, Giselle was certain that it was a skin-walker. She'd read about skin-walkers before, and the tall, lean, and pale creature with pointy toes and teeth had managed to get a hold of a black dog's pelt. So yes, it was a skin-walker. She'd caught the beast in a graveyard attempting to dig up someone's skin, and it got a little angry when she attempted to confront it. So here she was, maneuvering the streets and attempting to bring the creature to a rift she'd discovered. Giselle found it a bit difficult, however, as it seemed that he was the one pushing her around. She had to go off her designated path multiple times because he got a bit too close for her liking.

Despite all of this, Giselle found that the excitement was just what she needed to get herself out of this dry spell she seemed to be having recently. Who needed famous time periods and celebrities when she had angry aliens trying to kill her! Believing that she would be turning on to another street, Giselle veered right and kept sprinting, only to find that she'd turned right into a narrow alley that ended with a tall brick building. There was no way she'd be able to scale it, and there wasn't anything nearby to grab on to. She reached for her sonic screwdriver in her pocket, and once she was against the far wall, she pointed it at the creature. He was momentarily stunned, but when Giselle attempted an escape, he quickly snapped out of it and tackled her to the ground. His paws held her arms to the ground as he stood over, snarling and obviously angry. Giselle gave a nervous chuckle, out of options for once in her life. There was no way she'd let this creature get the best of her, but he was too strong for her to shake loose. She'd also dropped her screwdriver and was unable to reach it. She suddenly wished that she'd brought one of her friends along, as it was usually better to have a bit of backup.