ElshaHawk (LoA)
Joined May 2009 and calls Mistress of Well-Intentioned Indecision home.
683 stories, 16 challenges, 7308 comments, and 200 friends
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I am a self-proclaimed member of the LoA (League of Awesomeness): Mistress of Well-Intentioned Indecision.
I am Mistress Elshanor of Hawk Manor, Head Librarian, Keeper of the Secret Passageway to Mount Krully, and Keeper of the Ficlinomicon AND Kevin Lawver’s Pen. I think..
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www.smashwords.com/profile/view/elshahawkSpecial Needs Teacher, wife, mother of two, center-brained, imaginative, pragmatist. Sometimes I sing. Sometimes I take pictures. Sometimes I doodle or make stuff.
“For every day you take off from writing, your muse will take off three!” -Anonymous
“Do not pity the dead, pity the living: especially those who live without love.” -Dumbledore
Stories
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The Big Things
Mom, for the food on the table every night, the clean clothes, the roof over my head, the hugs, the advice, and the babysitting, I love you.
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Can't Sail From Your Past, Either
The freighter cut through the waves like butter. He gazed out over the rolling sea. The blue sky and steely gray waves were vastly different from the yellow-orange sand dunes behind. The salty sea air was invigorating. The ship made a strange sound tha...
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Not A Place Dead
The iron gate stood open, red as ever. The wide, gray path leading from the gate was littered with leaves. Its low stone wall a simple boundary only, serving to keep the superstitious out and the remorseful souls in, but a curious eye easily could gaze...
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Sacrifice
“Drones, 4 o’clock.” Fetus announced. She ducked while I aimed over her back, but the sabre taser did not warm up. “Crap!” “Chips are wiped,” Fetus calmly intoned. “What do we do?!” “Duck.R...
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Going Down
“Oh no, Fetus, can you fix him?!” Suddenly, the mission seemed doomed. This was the first time panic had caused the rush of adrenaline to flood my capillaries. Something on the roof beeped. A machine began to whir. “No time!” I ...
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Just Do It
Superstition haunts the number 13. It can be lucky or unlucky depending where you are in the world. That’s a good reason not to do this today. I have always wanted to do this. Admiration for those who have done this before, maybe even awe, has in...
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Say Hello or Goodbye
I grew up in the countryside. Farmers wave when they pass by, whether on big machinery or in passenger vehicles or even on foot. The wave is an acknowledgment. Everyone has a different one. One may raise two fingers from the steering wheel for about 2 ...
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Lame Duck Day
Stuck in bed. A long list of things that need to be done runs rough my head. I can’t get up to do them, but I can jot them down. I begin to think of other things to write down, like goals, things to do outside the home, vacations I’d like t...
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National Weatherman's Day
“Happy Weatherman’s Day!” “Stop making up these ridiculous holidays, June.” “But look, I made you a storm in a bottle.” Harvey grabbed the bottle from June and threw it into the wastebasket with a loud smack. J...
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Create A Vacuum Day
Suspended void devoid of sound, light, air. I’d scream, but no one would hear. There is no forest. There is no Miss Zarves. I am not falling. I am not swimming. Floating. Unbeing, Unseeing, Unknowing. I am not me. There is no me. There is no nine...
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The Day The Music Died
I was young and reckless and selfish. He was mysterious, dangerous, and sinister. I stood bravely before him, ready to seal my fate. “What do you wish?” “I need to find my sister.” “Ah, yes. Separated at birth. Birth paren...
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Groundhog's Day
They call me Phil. Every year for some strange reason, one day they gather outside the door of my burrow and wait. Everything smells like them. There are lights. They can’t be quiet. It’s unnatural. Some years I toy with them, sneak out for...
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National Freedom Day
Men stood around, the air thick with unshared opinions, excitement, disgust, and even anger. Small whisperings and throat clearing echoed off the plaster ceiling and paneled walls, but the President couldn’t make out any of the words. His mind wa...
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The Cold Before Forgiveness
The cool gray rippled at the toss of first stone. A wind blew coldly across the pond alone. One heart beat, never warming to the bone. Siren wails out an urgent tone. Mother weeping madly into telephone. Child gone wandering in the cold alone. One foot...
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Prairie Wind
The wind blows anything not tied down across the prairie. Colleen’s hair whipped around her head as she marched across the gusts toward home. If only Grandma had let her skip school today, she’d have been able to help with the chickens and ...
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Goodnight, Book
With eyes barely open, Perchance to dream, Her head lowers slowly In moonlight’s beam. The book not yet tabled, Reader’s voice soft and low, The words unheard, Letters not in a row. A scene shifts and dances, on eyelids so heavy, Dreams mee...
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Silenced Tongue and Feigned Ignorance
All I can think about is how close I may have come to ruining my life. Did I just barely squeak by with a silenced tongue at the right moment and feigned ignorance? In polite society, when bitter enemies are forced to work together, they do their best ...
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Radio Dial Thoughts
Thoughts swirl in colors, sounds, emotions. This waking nightmare has me rocking in my chair. The chair is solid and stationary, but my body is not. Snippets of songs, bits of conversation, scenes that did happen or could happen, and the anger or fear ...
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New Semi-Life
“Host 4630 is ready,” the extremely nice voice of the monitoring program announced as a green light went on over the pod. An arm reached and out and precisely gripped, lifted, and carried the pod forward to an awaiting docking bay with a pl...
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Lost Herself
She shifted the photos around on her bedspread with a flat palm. All of them were snapshots of a childhood she did not remember. A sense of hopelessness washed over her. She was disappointed in herself. Why couldn’t she remember? She had studied ...
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Juggling
She still had her eyes on all the balls, knew where to connect her hands to each one to keep it afloat. One was her family. She kissed and hugged, helped with homework, shared her day, but the house was falling into disarray and her bed seemed farther ...
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Deserted Island
“We’re family.” Elise smiled up at the sweaty faces sipping coconut milk and looking grim. “We’re a motley crew,” growled the youngest male named Jeff who thought his life ended when the plane crashed. “We stil...
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Stars Are So Predictable
She watched him sip his tea, his hair standing up at odd angles having just woken up. She smiled over her own cup. He gazed out the window at the puffy clouds in the sky. “It’s going to rain tomorrow,” he declared. “You are alwa...
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Truth in Paris
Sometimes it’s nice to imagine you are loved. No, more than loved, cherished. Suzette closed her journal. From her hotel window, she could see the Eiffel tower. Wasn’t this a city of love? Yet, here she was, single, lonely, and day dreaming...
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Wallet
She opened the box slowly. Inside were her father’s possessions he had on him the night he died: a pocket knife, a cell phone, handkerchief, loose change, and a wallet. She reached for the wallet, knowing it was the most dear to him and therefore...
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Letter to My Son
It’s not every day you turn 10. I hope you had a great day. I hope you enjoyed your time. We only have so many hours on this Earth. Today was 24 of them. May you have sweet dreams. May you be inspired by your desires; by mine and your father̵...
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Letter to My Sister
We used to play outside for hours, never seeing a car pass by. Our dogs and fields keeping us safe from the outside world. We’d ride bikes up and down the road for miles, avoiding the only neighbor kid if we could. Holidays were great, not just f...
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Manly Men Hug Teddy Bears
“Teddy bears are awesome.” Simon clutched the fuzzy, soft, glassy-eyed bear to his chest. “For kindergarteners who are afraid of the dark, not for grown men.” Mike looked disgusted and embarrassed to be standing in the middle of...
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Change of Pace
I wrote to you today, just a draft. It will be a while before I can send it. The snow did not fall today, just a cold wind blew. I know it’s warmer where you are. My work went well today, better than yesterday. I can’t tell you because you&...
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Harpies 3: Darkness
The ninja released me from his cold stare. He took his position silently guarding the base of the tree I had to climb. As quietly as I could, I rose even higher above the cliff. The man below me disappeared in the growing darkness. I slipped the camera...
