growing-rose

Nar couldn't help but feel a little nervous as she busied herself around the house, getting ready for her guests to arrive. Tonight she was having her first annual Christmas get together, with all of Rick's friends and her close friend, Rosie. She worked on setting up the decorations throughout the home, making sure she placed the mistletoe in the appropriate place, by the large window. That way Rick could kiss her in front of the world, where outside the snow fell softly from the sky. Nar smiled to herself, excited for what was ahead. She rested her hand on her tummy, where the little baby resided. Tonight was going to be very special, for e

"Mummy, look at my booger." Dawn resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Rose had just turned five years old and for some very strange and disturbing reason, had become fascinated by the treasures hidden inside her nose. "That's wonderful, Rosie," said Dawn, "Just great." Beaming, the little girl came closer to her mother, her arm outstretched. Dawn was sitting at the dining room table, working on another drawing. She leaned back as far as possible as her daughter approached. "Rosie, that's not nice," she said, her nose scrunching up in disgust. "No, baby girl, Mummy isn't happy with that." The child dropped her arm to her side, defeated and c

The King of the Sea held his head in his hands as he continued to listen to the wailing cries of the young princess. Nothing he did could console them. No food, no music, no words. Even his singing did not a thing to help--it made Rosie feel worse in fact. They only wanted one person to sing to them, and that person had left them by themselves. A hole was forming in the child's heart, a hole that no one should ever have to experience. The loss of their mother. Another strangled cry ripped itself from Rosie's throat as they clutched their purse, sobbing loudly to the sky, sobbing for someone to take them away and back to their Mum and Nana. R

It was dawn, and the sun was just beginning to peak over the mountains in the village of Bron-Yr-Aur. Percy didn't feel like getting out of bed. He had always heard people saying how they could stay in one position forever and he always thought that was silly. If he had known what it was like to cuddle with Jimmy Page earlier, those words would have never left his mouth. Percy liked to have his space. He needed to be able to spread out on his bed and swing his arms out wide and feel nothing constricting his movement. There was usually something liberating to be found in doing that, like it produced a sense of independence from the laws of na

Rosie was fifteen but still made wishes at 11:11. Stardust noticed this, especially at night. Recently her grandbaby had not been sleeping well--sleeping at all, for that matter. She took it upon herself to stay with them every night until they fell asleep, or at least felt safe enough to be alone. It was a grandma's duty. 11:11 struck, and Nana watched with a smile as Rosie curled their fists and closed their eyes, such an intense look on their young, squishy face. A moment later, their hazel eyes were open again, watery and sad. Stardust pinched Rose's cheek, giving them a crooked smile. "What'cha wishing for?" she asked, pulling the blank