Short 4It had taken a good two hours but Scarlet had finally run out of questions. I could almost feel the mix of irritable rage and frustration that Sala was giving off as she dutifully replied to the human girl, glaring at me the whole time. I smiled cheerfully back enjoying the amount of not-quite truths and therefore mental dancing she was having to do to avoid telling Scarlet too much. It was no wonder that the teenager hadn’t been able to find out very much about us from her research; I got the impression that our kind didn’t want the humans to know more than was absolutely necessary.Short 4 by Poca-purpleberry
“Scarlet,” I ventured finally as she scribbled things in her notebook, “You do realise it’s four in the morning?”
“Yes,” Sala added, “You will require rest before you leave and I have some matters I have to discuss with our host.”
Her glower gave me the impression that Scarlet was one of the matters. It was with extreme protest that Scarlet
Short 3I was nearly bowled over as Scarlet joyfully grabbed the large black (surprise surprise) holdall that had been sitting on the grass beside her and dived into the great entrance hall of Crag MacTavish, garbling her thanks and what an honour it was etc etc. I watched a little despondently as she twirled staring around her in wonder; so much for my nap. I finished my tea, closed the door and followed her at a much more sedate pace at which my ankle couldn’t complain as much.Short 3 by Poca-purpleberry
She turned abruptly, eyed me suspiciously (which, frankly, I don’t think I deserved), and produced a notebook and pen from a pocket in the skirt of her dress. She looked disturbingly like a news reporter. I wasn’t too fond of news reporters.
“You don’t look very much like a vampire,” she peered at my pyjamas.
“I’m sorry, I left my dinner jacket and cloak in my other castle,” I countered, rolling my eyes. She paused and then tried again.
“Why aren’t your
underfootI am not so easily seen.underfoot by Lychalis
In fields of deeper peace than gardens
of sand and stone I sleep, at the feet
of the sporadic passer-by, who cares
not to glimpse their shoes
lest they search for me.
I make my bed on grass, unlike
my insomniac siblings sitting up
like children under covers
made into lampshades by torchlight.
I share a likeness with your sleepless
world, the stars underfoot -
your pavement of names; the difference
is what's implied: in your angel city
you read 'here stood' but look at me.
You'll see 'here lies'.
To your mortal halves,
I am the final stop, the line
in the sand. So I ask you,
use your head
and name me, if you can.
amaterasu no kikuThe Sun was one to shriek with rage, some nightsamaterasu no kiku by Lychalis
when moonlight shone and gently tugged the sea
who rose up as a storm, made dark from scorn -
where he could only roar, too far to reach.
But soon he found a way to take revenge:
a chance to tear apart her earthly wealth.
It worked. In tears, the goddess made for flight
to shelter in a cave of rock - her shell.
All daylight vanished, only darkness left
outside. Inside, her tears created life -
from threads of sun sprung gold chrysanthemums
that spread across the walls before her eyes.
Uzume drew her out, they burst before
her feet: tailed by light, her flowers soared.
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