Fic: Alone

Title: Alone
Fandom: orignal
Warnings child abandonment

The house was empty. There was just her, all alone. Everything else had been stripped away. Ratty old furniture half-filled the rooms and her food supply was slowly dwindling, and she was still hungry.

But where was she supposed to go? Her mother had told her to stay put. That was a long time ago though. Her mother’s face was blurry in her mind; there was dark hair and a pale face, but what else? She could not remember anything else.

All she knew was that her mother was supposed to come back, and then she would not be lonely anymore.

Fic: Colors

Title: Colors
Fandom: Original

Swirls of color crossed her canvas. Vibrant greens, brilliant oranges, pretty purples, and all the other colors of the rainbow danced together, melded together to create her masterpiece.

It was not a masterpiece certainly, but she was proud of it. It was beautiful, and in her eyes perfect, her best piece yet. Never would it hang in an art gallery, or next to Leonardo, Picasso, or any of the other greats, but she loved its imperfect. For what it may have lacked in technical skill it made up for in displaying raw emotion, her very soul laid bare to the world.

Fic: Dark

Title: Dark
Fandom: Red Riding Hood

Night had long since descended on the world, casting the forest in shadow. She had stayed far too late at her grandmother’s house, talk and food making her forget the time until at last she looked up to see darkness beyond her grandmother’s house. She had begged her to stay, but her mother was expecting her back.

She regretted that now. She could feel hungry eyes watching her, lurking just out of sight and waiting, waiting to attack her and tear her to pieces.

Shivering, she pulled her red cloak closer, a sort of armor against whatever predators were lurking out there, although it was an awfully thin sort. She could only hope it would protect her long enough.

Fic: Decadent

Title: Decadent
Fandom: original

Decadent. That was the only way to describe the night. The food, which had probably cost enough to feed the entire city for a week, had been delectable. The robes he had sent her earlier to wear, not as a slight, only as a gift of course, were thick and soft, and the cushions were similar. She knew for a fact that a majority of the city wore rags.

She knew what he was trying to see. Marry me, and you will want for nothing. She was not going to accept his proposal, she had known that long before coming to this dinner, but that did not mean that she could not enjoy just for a bit longer.

Fic: Fruit

Title: Fruit
Fandom: Greek Mythology
Pairing: Hades/Persephone

Each seed was crushed beneath her pretty, white teeth releasing sweet juice. Red stains covered her pale fingers; the seeds fiercely clung to the white pulp as if sensing her desires and wanting to prevent their fruition. But it didn’t matter; she would cut open every pomegranate and pry out every seed if she had to.

The taste of freedom, like the taste of the pomegranates, was sweet and utterly addicting.

On some level, she realized she was trading one tyrant for another, but she could not bring herself to care.

At least Hades gave her an illusion of freedom.

Fic: Glass Corridor

Title: Glass Corridor
Fandom: original

Ever since she had been brought to this place, she had been exploring the nooks and crannies of it. If she was going to be living here for the rest of eternity, she might as well be well acquainted with it. There was no sense in getting lost after all.

It was filled with the bizarre rooms and corridors though. Her favorite was the glass corridor. Through its walls, she could see whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. A look at Renaissance Italy? Done. Or maybe she wanted to see some Mesopotamian city-states; also done. Even the stone age could be viewed through its walls.

And, most importantly of all, she could see her family.

Fic: Goddess

Title: Goddess
Fandom: Original

Heavy silks and jewels were draped over her in every shade of the rainbow. More gifts, from beautiful gemstones to less extravagant, but still valuable, gifts of rice were piled around her golden throne. From her high perch she dispassionately watched her worshippers bow and beg for mercy and compassion. Fear motivated their loyalty, not some sense of love.

Once, when she had newly been made a goddess, she had been benevolent, but time had long since jaded her, reducing her to a cold goddess that barely cared for her followers anymore- why should she when they always betrayed her?

Fic: Journey

Title: Journey
Fandom: original

Each step brought her further and further from her home. She could no longer see it when she turned around. If she wanted to, she could still go back. No one would shame her if, at the least minute, she changed her mind. She would be welcomed back warmly, and all would be forgotten. Her ill-begotten journey never spoken of again.

But she couldn’t. Even if she wanted to return, even if no one would ever speak of it again, she knew that everyone would still remember it; it would never fully be erased from anyone’s mind.

She had started this journey, and she would end it.

Fic: Pain

Title: Pain
Fandom: Original

Even the slightest twitch sent spasms of pain running through her body. Everything was on fire; everything burning more painfully than she could even imagine.

How had this happened? She could not remember. It was as if her entire her life was just this, a tiny, dark world, the only light coming from the bursting lights behind her eyelids every time she moved.

She was broken, so broken, and she did not know how to fix herself. How could she when she did not know why this had happened, or even who she was. All she knew was the pain.

Fic: Passion

Title: Passion
Fandom: original

Every time she saw him, she felt wild and unconstrained. Passion burned beneath her skin, and she could only wonder when she would no longer be able to keep her feelings to herself. She knew she had to, he was not hers, not in least, but she could not deny what she felt. She had tried going out with other men, but all of those attempts at moving on had failed. She did not want any of those men. They were nothing to her, insignificant. She just wanted him. All of her passion was for him, and he was the only one who could never have it.