ElshaHawk (LoA)
Joined May 2009 and calls Mistress of Well-Intentioned Indecision home.
556 stories, 162 challenges, 6641 comments, and 181 friends
“I realize why I do it in the first place, not to be a star, just to be me.”
-Make It Or Break It
“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“Read, Reply, Ficly, or Die!” -Krully
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Certified teacher, wife, mother of two, center-brained, imaginative, pragmatist. I find myself writing every spare moment I get.
Stories
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Clouds Make Rainbows When We Shine
I stared at the lettering on the brochure, “It’s The Choices That Make Us Who We Are.” As I sat in the lobby, I thought about all the choices I had made in my life. Those were all effects, responses. I didn’t choose my parents, ...
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Ulterior Motive
His words flashed up inside the chat box: Don’t think I don’t know you have an ulterior motive! She gave a maniacal laugh: Muahahaha! Then he signed off. At first she was feeling elated that the convo ended on a high note, plus she had gott...
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I Want to be Aunt Meg
When I ran away from home at the age of 9 with a Barbie suitcase, I went to her house. When I and 3 of my best friends needed a place to sleep off a party, we crashed at Aunt Meg’s. When I showed up at 2AM, soaking wet with nothing but the clothe...
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Inspiration: Muse
My muse is emotional. It comes and goes on hormone tides. It reacts to events, braided in my hippocampus, giving words to my plights and flights of fancy. Like some long involved game of telephone it twists images, sounds, glimpses of details around ot...
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Unanswerable
Education system’s failing. Whose fault is it, yours or mine? Is it the poor people Or poor teachers under attack? Why can’t the students achieve? Why aren’t they motivated to succeed? Is it the video games Or the bullying? Shall we c...
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Three Fingered Man
I switched the old fashioned tape recorder off. The man stopped shrieking, but curled into a ball over the dynamite in his vest, sobbing, with his hands over his ears. Jonas knelt beside him and I ran to help. “Let me help you!” Jonas tugge...
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Abducted
I had a friend who used to keep me up late at night talking. We plotted and planned escapades of fantasy among the stars, the sea, behind mirrors, and through time. Some horrible things happened; life interrupted our fanciful dreams, leaving them half ...
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Condemned
Tears flowed, but she kept her sobs silent. She didn’t want to wake the others. How could she have let herself down like this? Why did she do it? At the time it felt so right. But she knew if she got caught, this was the kind of punishment she wo...
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Ain't Like It Used To Be
It wasn’t fast. No one overthrew the government and made a bunch of crazy laws. It crept in slowly, testing the waters, trying things out, tentatively stepping, looking for solid ground to stand on. First, it was okay to be better in some way tha...
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Mundane
My mom had fixed pork chops in the pressure cooker. They were chewy, leathery, and dry. I dashed a bit of salt over my chop and my green beans, straight from the can and boiled in water. The mashed potatoes, made from instant flakes without measuring, ...
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Emo Mood Freewrite
it’s hard to write when you miss your friends when they were the muses and life of your words it’s hard to write when every hour is spent working when coming home there is barely time to eat and sleep it’s hard to write when your hear...
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Lessons in Perspective
“The effort, the preparations, all the expense! Oh Gandamel, you shouldn’t have!” “For you, my lady, no expense shall be spared.” The wizard bowed like a gentleman. Young Lady Muriel giggled. “I give you truth in the...
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Ringling and Pavlov's Cirque De Freaks
The ticket man smiled as he stamped my hand. His mouth said ‘have a nice time’. I smiled back and turned to the red and yellow striped tent flap opened by a floating, white-gloved hand. The glove connected to a tall man in the shadows who s...
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Finding A Scapegoat
It had been too peaceful for too long. The people came to the High Priestess with petty complaints and questions about where things come from. When they had forgotten what their place was, they became feisty, squabbling with their neighbors instead of ...
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A Park, Madness, and A Cell Phone
Where are you? “I’m at the park. They see me.” Back away slowly. “They aren’t grizzly bears!” You can’t use your powers here! “Why not?!” You’ll provoke them! “Please, I just want it ove...
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Overreaction
Thunderclouds raged above her head, her heels stabbing lightning into the tile as she marched into the third grade classroom. The carpet quieted her steps, angering her even more. She was a storm, she was powerful and her anger was going to move mounta...
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If It Weren't For the Retinal Scan..
Daemon stepped through the doorway, now wearing the jumpsuit of a MegaCorp foot soldier. Fetus moved the droid into position. A scanner bot electronically frisked them, standard procedure for the changing of the guard, beginning at the toes. It reached...
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Taken
Taken. That’s what I should have been named. I was everyone’s alibi and no one’s friend. I was used, abused, and thrown out like an empty milk carton. My face was the picture on the side, black and white and fake smiling. I slid to th...
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Mr. Calloway's Cats
Mr. Calloway had seven cats. The cats were all older and slept all day, much like their owner. Being a cat lover, and noticing one of them meowing in the hall, Carly approached his apartment and knocked. No answer. After a couple minutes, her cell phon...
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And We're Live on the Scene with the Dead
“Isn’t this against the law?” Laney fired off another argument to get me to give up my mission, but she refused to leave me alone out here. “We’ll just set up over here by the fence.” I lugged my gear atop the low st...
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Book Now for Savings!: The Truth
“Ew! That’s so gross!” Mindy looked at her yogurt as if it were the culprit, stabbed her spoon inside, and pushed it away from her across the table. “What do you mean? That’s the complete opposite; everything’s CLEAN...
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Should Have Worn Pants
Cree stood in her new green pea coat, dancing from foot to foot in the brisk breeze. Tiny snowflakes swirled above her head, but melted before they reached the ground. She anxiously glanced in the faces of the couples and groups hurrying from their car...
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Stuck Inside, Outside
A brisk wind had sailed in from the sea. The tourists had all gone back to their hotels and timeshares and the beach was empty, save for me. I sat on the sand as it blew around my legs in the rising gales. At times it stung my eyes, but not as much you...
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Collective Gasp
Fetus snapped the panel back into place in the rear of the droid. “Phase one complete,” she announced while returning her earrings and picking up her gun. Daemon zipped the suit, two of the lackeys caressing his pecs until Hard Drive growle...
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Final Goodbye
I waited at the pier for months. Every day I wandered down there at noon, just like you said. The first few weeks, I’d convinced myself that you had been delayed, or ran out of money, or had an emergency. I knew you wouldn’t call because y...
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Only I Remember
The room is suffocatingly silent. Dust has begun to settle on everything. In the corner sits the chair that once was filled with a large woman who just kept on drinking and cursing, doing no one any harm. Around her huddled a large group who laughed lo...
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Lady Elshanor of Hawk Manor Arrives Fashionably Late
The wild cheering died down and an awkward lull in the action left the audience mumbling. Champions fidgeted slightly, glancing along the line, counting the participants. It was exactly the kind of confusion and cover the Lady preferred. Dark hair brai...
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In The Dark
I admired the hefty weapon. Even turned off, the sabretaser could be used to knock someone senseless. Concealed in the bottom was a spring loaded knife, so in a pinch one could flip it over and stab an enemy. I wondered if it would cut through fibergla...
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The Identity That is John Holland
John Holland, or so he had named himself, posted his best lines of marketing on fiction sites all over the web. ‘You have to reach the people where they are at,’ his marketing director had coached him. He sat back in his chair and stretched...
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Climactic Battle Scene
The battle, even though it started out as a rough, unexpected ambush was starting to look like we might just win. I heard a strange whooshing and spied a cloud-like shadow crossing the battlefield. Looking up, the sky was nearly filled with creatures p...
