Thistle, Brent, Lyra, and Orrig belong to Meg Syverud of Daughter of the Lilies.
Embera, Koe, Iva, and Indri belong to Jemma M. Young of Children of Eldair.
The Bazaar Between and the Unnamed Bookshop Owner are stage dressing that went out of their way to unduly lengthen the story by trying really, really hard to become characters in their own right. (Jury’s still out on whether they succeeded. But waiting for a consensus would’ve lengthened the story even more.)
In a world that’s not a world,
There’s a space that’s not a space,
Where the meetings that could never be
Just happen to take place,
When the farthest-flung of fiction
Find they’ve stumbled on the scene
Of the twining, colored crossways
That form the Bazaar Between.
Along a bustling row of crowded booths and shops, four figures thread a throng ranging from the familiar to the utterly foreign. Indeed, though displays of brilliantly colored, exotic wares line each side of the thoroughfare, they can hardly contend with the true riot of color that swirls down the street in the forms of dresses, robes, scarves, scales, skin, fur, hair, and wings. Continue reading
For the first years of our marriage, my husband and I lived quite contentedly in an apartment near our church and my parents. Eventually, however, we began to feel that the time had come to strike out into home-ownership. We both knew our ultimate dream – a place out in the country with woods and acreage – was out of reach for us. In point of fact, I think the best we both hoped for was a house with sufficient conveniences in a quiet subdivision somewhere.
Then we found this place…
Some time back, I decided I wanted to learn how to play the guitar. It’s a pursuit that’s seen unfortunate periods of neglect… but that’s another story. 😉 This story starts when I searched for and purchased a lovely guitar, but then decided it was so lovely, it deserved a more protective case than the soft-sided gig bag I’d originally purchased for it.
Then I ran across these chip-board cases for cheap on Craigslist (in the photos that follow, apologies for any poor image quality; I was often working with far less than ideal lighting): Continue reading
Mommy had it out! She had it out; it was time! I jumped and clapped my hands and ran over to the couch where she had set out the fabric for my dress. “You’re making it for me, Mommy? You’re making my big four-year-old dress now?” I grabbed for the fabric and pulled it down so that fell open and over to the floor. All those little purple flowers would be on my dress! As I looked at my fabric flowers hanging down to the floor, I wrapped the part at the top around my hands, because it felt nice and cool when it touched them.
“Now where did my sewing scissors go? What do you think, Melody, did Daddy take them again?” I looked up to see Mommy turning around from her cabinet. “I’ll go see, and then we’ll get started, okay?” Continue reading