Alexandra F
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I write to give myself an adventure & if it's fun perhaps you will enjoy it too.
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A Pagan Life
It was one of those sunsets where you could make out the shape of everything in the skyline. She sat there on her aunts' porch in her aunt Elizabeth's old rocking chair, sipping iced tea to commemorate the both of them. They were her Secondhand Lions great uncles when she needed them. She even inherited the house from them. Thank goodness there was no mortgage on the house. They'd paid for it outright, leaving Evelyn with only the monthly payments to take care of. Since she was an online journalist, it was easy enough for her to take care of that. They'd each married men who turned out to be not as savory as once thought, divorced them and made a decent sum on the bargain in both cases. They met back up and decided to buy the house together in case they ever needed each other. It had started out like Practical Magic, except there was just her, no sister. It was a cross between that and Secondhand Lions. Instead of a pig and some dogs and a lion, there were cats. She'd gotten real good at cleaning out a litter box. The rule was one cat per person, that way there was someone to clean out each litter box.
By Alexandra Fabout 3 hours ago in Humans
Mon Trésor (My Treasure)
I will say that not all poor have my integrity. There are plenty of groups of poor children, mostly boys, that will gladly pick your pocket. There's also prostitutes; not courtesans, you understand; that will steal more bills from a man's wallet when he's asleep. They call it necessity while I call it a bad decision, and a bad name.
By Alexandra Fabout 7 hours ago in Families
Mon Trésor (My Treasure)
Oh, it's funny. The first time I encounter men who have business dealings with me, they don't expect a woman. The first time I met with my coachman, he asked for a Mr. Laviolette, assuming that the letter he received from me must have been misspelled. I came out of my study/library.
By Alexandra Fabout 7 hours ago in Humans
Mon Trésor (My Treasure)
Claudine was always the one who got the attention. She had deep green eyes and red hair that was between ginger and deep red. She looked Irish and royal all at once especially because her skin that had a lunar luminescence to it. That was why George, then William, noticed her.
By Alexandra Fabout 7 hours ago in Humans
Mon Trésor (My Treasure)
You'd think living through the French Revolution and holding the hand of one of those who got to spit on Louis XVI's severed head would be glorious. You'd think that living through Napoleon's brief glory, then the return of the monarchy, then his briefer glory, then the final return of the monarchy would be just fantastic, but not for the daughter of a lady's maid and a poor philosopher. For those of us on the outer edges of society who had to earn our livings, it wasn't fabulous at all.
By Alexandra Fabout 8 hours ago in Humans
Greek Entities Story
I'm Athena. I've had to provide the wisdom for the gods and the Greek mortals. Ares isn't wise on his own. He goes in, checks ablaze, and makes a mess of the enemy while I'm left having to clean it up. Nike shows up for about a second to declare Ares's side victorious again, then I come in and console the families of the dead on both sides. Ares does his victory walk without a care in the world because his only goal was to win yet another victory. He usually feels the need to do so right after Zeus has lauded Herakles to him, after he gained yet another victory. They both relied on their strength from being divine and semi-divine.
By Alexandra Fa day ago in Futurism
Grimm Characters Story
When the first girl disappeared, there was a minor stir, some condolences for the family, not much else. When the second girl disappeared, only Hansel saw a pattern. I didn't disagree with him when he brought it up to me, but the town hall laughed him out of there. I had to cook him his favorite soup that night. He still moped on the bench outside after dinner. He said it was to keep watch, but I could tell it wasn't.
By Alexandra Fa day ago in Geeks
