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And They Lived | Prologue
‘Once upon a time,’
‘Do all of them begin that way?’ Faith asks me, her voice not quite a whisper. She’s so close to me I can feel her body heat and the air between us stirs each time she breathes out, but I am used to her closeness; the two of us have shared a bed since she was old enough to sleep in one.
‘All what?’
‘All stories. Do they all begin that way or is it only yours?’ she says, smiling in the early morning light that has snuck beneath the shutters on our window, illuminating the patches of skin it can reach in a white glow. The lit candle on our bedside table turns her yellow hair into spun gold. She looks ethereal, almost untouchable, and to reassure myself she isn’t about to fade away I nudge her shin with my toe, my lips twisting into something that’s almost a smile when she flinches and grins. Our feet are always cold in this bed.
‘If you find my stories boring, I do not have to
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Mature content
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Wenlock Edge
but the hole
the ground.
squirrels have been
rattling; some
fall into neglect.
however, there is
a feeling of freedom.
I peer into the hole:
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we can learn to love again
It’s Maisie who finds me at the end of the day, tucked away in a secret corner like a coward. I think she understands better than anyone else why discovering my father is still alive after all this time hasn’t filled me with joy; she used to have daddy issues of her own.
For a little while she just sits next to me and the silence is comfortable. I’ve always liked that about her. It’s only when I glance across at her, offering her a small smile, that she says:
“How are you feeling?”
I shrug.
“Dunno,” I murmur, sighing. “I know everyone else thinks I should be celebrating-”
“Screw what everyone else thinks.” She bluntly interrupts. I smile.
“It’s just… It’s difficult.” I explain. “I ran away from home when I was fifteen, so the last time I had an actual conversation with my dad was about five years
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Chinese Whispers
“Where’s Ben tonight?” Dash asks, feeling more than seeing his breath cloud in the night air. He rubs his palms together, blowing on his fingertips, in an attempt to warm up.
“Dunno,” Day, his brother, shrugs. “When I asked him where he was going he was pretty secretive about it. Maybe he’s meeting a girl.”
“Well if you spot a love bite tomorrow you’ll know you were right.”
The two crouch low by the road side, well hidden by the foliage and their choice of dark clothes. They’ve been living outside the law since they were small boys. Spending the night waiting in the cold is something they are well accustomed to.
“Do you think that’s where vampires come from?” Day asks, not bothering to drop his voice to a whisper. They’ve worked this road before and they know they only need to be silent when they can hear the sound of approaching hooves, right now all they can hear is the c
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Morning Person
“Jon your sister’s going to be here in an hour, you need to get up,” Iris said, watching the lump in Jon’s bed from the doorway with a steaming mug of coffee in one hand and a disc in the other. Jon merely grunted and Iris rolled her eyes, smiling a wry little smile. Jon was an excellent brother, this was something Iris had seen for herself, but he was a terrible morning person. “You asked for it.” She murmured, crossing to the stereo on the other side of his room, stepping over piles of creased clothes and the odd dirty plate, while he continued to snore into his pillow.
If there was one thing Jon loved more than anything else it was music. His stereo sat on top of a desk of drawers, surrounded with CDs, memorabilia and even a few neatly stacked vinyl discs: Guns N’ Roses, The Beatles, Crash Test Dummies, Nightwish, Aerosmith, Within Temptation, Lacuna Coil… The list went on. He was very proud of his music collection. Ther
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Unchained Melody
The thought came to Jon just as he bit into his toast. Iris sat beside him on the couch, legs comfortably pillowed in his lap as per usual as she watched the news. He tilted his head to one side and observed her thoughtfully, swallowing before he said:
“Have you ever had sex to The Righteous Brothers?”
The bored, tired look she sent him was priceless.
“You’re an idiot.”
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I wait for Izzy beside one of the windows. When the sun shines through it I can make out dust suspended in shafts of light and, for some reason, it calms me, like it takes me back to a simpler time when scouting for survivors or savages was unheard of.
The carpet’s rough but warm in the sunshine and there’s a comforting heat on the back of my neck. Maisie sits cross-legged beside me, and the warmth from the sun combined with the rhythmic zing as she sharpens her blade makes my eyelids droop.
I didn’t sleep as well as I would have liked last night; a group of us took turns to watch over Maisie just in case her fever flared up again. She should be coming with me today to scout the surrounding area – it’s usually the two of us – but she’s only just getting better. She tried to insist she was well enough but there’s still an unnatural redness to her cheeks that needs to be gone before the rest of us feel comfortabl
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Best Served Cold
If there was one thing the children of Lancaster knew for sure it was that where one Allerdice went, another soon followed. So perhaps Bonnie Peterson should have known better than to push Roland Allerdice into the mud one summer afternoon.
She smirked at the little boy, hands on her hips, while he glared up at her from the filth. A humiliated blush spread from his cheeks down to his collarbone, and while he didn’t appreciate being embarrassed in front of Bonnie and her entire circle of friends his main worry was the scolding he’d receive from his mother when she saw the state of his clothes.
The laughing ceased with a collective gasp from Bonnie’s friends, as though they were trying to suck the laughter back into their lungs, and Bonnie whirled around. Thora Allerdice stood between them, completely still aside from the curls of her red hair which were caught in the breeze, and stared. There was nothing threatening in either her stance or h
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Bleeding Out
Claws swiped, blood sprayed the sand, and the lamia cheered. Priya despised afternoons like this one, when the oldest of her dear husband’s children fought against one another to display their skills and prove themselves worthy of their father’s affections.
The two fighting now, in a circle of Madrona’s grand gardens created by onlookers, were both boys, one fifteen and the other eight; it was the eight year old who lay on the sand with three fresh welts across his cheek, spitting out blood and a tooth onto the ground. His little body trembled with the shock of the attack and above him the fifteen year old laughed, barely a scratch on him.
Aricin liked to have an array of silken cushions littered about his golden chair, upon each of which sat one of his wives – aside from Danica, of course. As head wife she also had a chair of her own.
The younger child flashed a pleading look towards his mother, one of the twelve other wives who happened to b
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Today had not gone at all how Eddie had planned. Of course if she was perfectly honest with herself she’d never expected to have a day like this one. Ever. Everything she’d worked so hard for crumbled to pieces in mere moments and now she was on the other side of the law that she’d always so faithfully served, trying to help a bleeding thief through the woods in the dark without slipping on any of the foliage.
Raindrops – fat and freezing – pelted them like bullets, adding extra sodden weight to their clothes and chilling Eddie to the bone; her breaths clouded in front of her and the muscles in her thighs trembled. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears but she couldn’t stop, she could only hold a firm arm around Ben’s waist and avoid the trees. Neither of them could stop. The soldiers would have released the hounds by now and judging by the warm, tacky blood she could feel on her fingers from Ben’s wound they wouldn’t be hard to sni
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At the end of each month, when the moon is high in the sky, Nataya Black and her family sit in a dark corner of their home and wait for the screams.
This month is no different.
She huddles close to her father and searches for his hand in the dark. His clammy palm clings tightly to her own, the sound of their shallow breaths is all she can hear. Her brother Ailill, though sickly and weak, stays silent despite the fear she can feel in his tense muscles; he, like all children here, has long since learned that sobbing never prevents the carnage. She holds him close between her chest and her bent knees and brushes a kiss into his fair hair.
There is nobody alive now who can remember how or why the lamia began to do this. There was an old folktale which spoke of a duel between a human lord and a lamia prince many years ago. When the lord struck off the prince's head there was no going back to living in peace. Nobody quite knew if the story was true but one thing was certain: lamia ne
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one little thing
that I’ll never forget;
you, my dear,
are my biggest regret.
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Dead Beautiful
“I’m beautiful.”
You’re hideous. It snarls. His bottom lip trembles. You’re nothing.
“Stop saying that!” He cries, pushing the full-length mirror over with force despite his slim frame. The mirror shatters and he smiles an erratic smile. Melodrama has always suited him.
Logan is a celebrity. A model who has risen to fame through the intensity of his eyes and the easiness of his smile. The paparazzi love him, and he loves the paparazzi for loving him. His fans adore him, and he adores his fans for adoring him. Logan thrives on the knowledge that the whole world knows who he is.
He wants to be beautiful.
Not just beautiful, he wants to be the most beautiful man in existence; the most beautiful man that has ever existed; the most beautiful man that will ever exist. He already knows he’s perfect; it’s just everyone else that needs to be convinced, but lately everyone he knows – everyone who claims to love him –
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Date Night
That summer in Glastonbury was hot, so Jon was shirtless when he answered the door with a cool bottle of Hobgoblin in hand. The ends of his hair clung to the sweat on the back of his neck; the breeze from outside, though warm, was welcome. Standing in front of him was a man, a little shorter than himself, dressed rather sharply for a humid evening who timidly nodded his head at Jon as a greeting. The thing that stood out most, however, was the right side of his face; the skin of which was tight, pink and puckered. He’d fought with fire and left the battle permanently scarred.
Jon simply took a swig from his bottle, eyebrow twitching, and swallowed. Loudly. It wasn’t very often he and Iris had such smart dressers on their doorstep.
“You’re not here for money, are you?”
The man’s eyebrows rose in unison. “Uh, no. I-I’m here for Iris.”
“Oh! You’re Andrew!”  Jon said, as though he’d just had an
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  • Listening to: Hopeless Opus - Imagine Dragons
  • Reading: Changeless by Gail Carriger
  • Watching: Archer
Stole this from 0hgravity.

name: Jess
nickname: ... Jess
location: Wales
age: 25
height: 5'2" (and 3 quarters!)
zodiac sign: Libra
any pets: Sadly, no. One day I'll own a pug, though. One day. You're filled with... 
favorite thing about yourself: I think I have a good sense of humour? I dunno.
worst habit: I'm very bad at leaving things until the last minute and then panicking about them. I don't like adulting.
fun fact: I've broken 4 bones, but I've never dislocated anything.

gender identity: Female
sexual preference: I don't actually know. I think I like men and women, but sex kind of grosses me out and I'm attracted to people so rarely I've never had enough experience to figure that shit out.
romantic preference: Please see above.
"kinsey scale" score: I hadn't heard of this before, but apparently I'm equal parts heterosexual and homosexual. In other words I'm as fluid as, well, fluid.
relationship status: Single
myers-briggs type: INFP
hogwarts house: Ravenclaw

"early bird" or "night owl": Definitely a night owl. I quite like early mornings, but only if I can wake up, admire them and then go back to sleep...
bath or shower: Shower. I haven't had a bath in 6 years which I hate saying because it sounds like I smell, but when my parents moved they moved to a house that only has a shower so I haven't had a soak in the bath since the move. I miss having a bath in the winter, but the shower's better for washing my hair.
first thought in the morning: I should have gone to bed earlier last night.
last thought before falling asleep at night: I'll go to bed earlier tomorrow.
do you work or are you a student: I work and I miss student life, but it's nice to have money in my bank account.
what do you do well at: Procrastinating, funnily enough.

drink: I don't drink much or often, I've never been a big drinker, but I love cider or a fruit cocktail. I'm making a conscious effort to drink more water this year.
smoke: Nope. I've never smoked and never will.
do drugs: Nope.
exercise: HA, no. I should, though. I want to join the local gym but the thought of exercising in front of other people makes me want to set myself on fire.
have a nervous habit: I'm a nail biter.

what is your favorite…?
physical quality (in yourself): My eyes I guess? And I have nice cheekbones.
in others: Um... I dunno. I love it when people have their own sense of style and aren't embarrassed about it whatsoever.
mental/emotional quality (in yourself): Christ, I'm a mess. It doesn't take much to make me cry, I'm quite an emotional person, and even though sometimes I wish I was a lot tougher than I am I'm also quite good at letting everything out in one big cry and then moving on. Which is good because I hate crying in front of other people.
food: Chicken fajitas are delicious, but I also love a roast dinner. And pasta. And pizza... I really like food.
drink: White grape and peach juice.
animal: Elephants, guinea pigs and unicorns. (Yes they count).
artist/band/group: I feel like this changes every time I'm asked, but I love Imagine Dragons, Christine and the Queens, Adele, Florence + the Machine, Celtic Woman, Enya, Within Temptation, Evanescence, P!nk... I like a lot.
author/poet: Another one that's practically impossible to answer, but here are a few: Sarah Waters, Silvia Moreno-Garcia, Daphne du Maurier, Shirley Jackson, Neil Gaiman, Becky Albertalli, Roald Dahl and Seanan McGuire/Mira Grant.
tv show: The Tudors, Penny Dreadful, Hannibal, Orphan Black, The Borgias, Parks and Recreation and Brooklyn Nine-Nine.
actor/actress: I don't think I've ever seen a bad film with Tom Hanks in it and I love Natalie Dormer, too.
blogger: There are lots of book blogs I like, but I don't think I could pick a favourite.

If you want to do this, consider yourself tagged, but I'm going to go ahead and tag laurotica because I consider it my duty on dA to annoy her from afar. :wave: 


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saylem Featured By Owner Dec 5, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you so so much for the fave!!! :happybounce: Hug 
TheMoorMaiden Featured By Owner Dec 5, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
You're very welcome! Aww 
MensjeDeZeemeermin Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2016
It should happen that you find this day the start of one of the most marvelous years in your memory, joyous and profitable.  Growth of the best kind, in wisdom, skill, knowledge and joyous memory should and must take place.  Your smiles should become more frequent and easier, your sighs cushioned with rueful humor, those who know you should note your growing happiness and rejoice thereby.  Take the fond good wishes of those privileged to know you, even if just a little, and use them to build a fortress of smiles around your best ideals and happiest dreams.  May you always remember the days to come with joy and celebration, and may this be a very happy example of a HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
TheMoorMaiden Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you! :D
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Happy Birthday- have a wonderful day! :D
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Sleyf Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy Birthday!
TheMoorMaiden Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
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tmpst24myst Featured By Owner Oct 9, 2016  Student Writer
Happy Birthday wonderful! I hope it's everything you deserve in a remarkable way. 
xo :cake: :party: :flowerpot: :shamrock:
TheMoorMaiden Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
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