The family slept, Sparky barked, howled, pawing the door, Rylan groaned, padding downstairs annoyed at the late hour, assuming it was a toilet emergency, Rylan opened the door. Sparky sniffed, darting towards the road, Rylan hollered, but Sparky disappeared. Emilie had checked the children, Patrick slept obvious to the chaos, and Charlotte cried, frightened sheContinue reading “Rylan: Gone”
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Ziva: Milly Cavanagh-Grace
Getting pregnant had been a breeze; it came as a surprise, despite the awkwardness Vicky succeeded on the first attempt; destiny smiled in favour of the couple, at least Ziva believed this. The months that followed were difficult; Vicky suffered, first and second trimester brought nausea, several days of stomach upsets and irritation with everythingContinue reading “Ziva: Milly Cavanagh-Grace”
Eliza: Piling on the Pressure
High school is nothing like juniors; Eliza excelled in all areas enjoying the work and the escape from home. She thrived on debating; maintaining friendships when they took opposing views was difficult. Eliza’s determined attitude, inherited from her, cost her friends as she learnt to balance this with respect for their opinions. Lee walked herContinue reading “Eliza: Piling on the Pressure”
Ziva: Our Desire, Our Love, Our Future
They took their seats in the restaurant; Vicky slid her hand into Ziva’s beneath the table, nervous at how Rylan would react. Ziva began with a pleasant conversation, enquiries on how Eliza was finding high school and Emilie’s fears regarding Patrick starting school. Rylan knew Ziva had something to say, rare his sister was coy,Continue reading “Ziva: Our Desire, Our Love, Our Future”
Ziva: Happy Ever… Napping
Rylan thrived on attention; regular ego massages came with the growing popularity of his books and the movies they spawned. Vicky and Ziva hoped an evening surrounded by family, drinking, maybe dancing, would be quiet, free from Rylan hogging the spotlight by announcing his attendance. Her brother forgot his fame for five minutes, pretending thatContinue reading “Ziva: Happy Ever… Napping”
Eliza: Sparky
Charlotte was going through a morning phase; she believed everyone should be awake at dawn. Running into Eliza’s room, she jumps on the bed, screaming how it was Saturday; they needed to go swimming, have a picnic, and Eliza had to bake her brownies. The excitement of the weekend replaced by Emilie, an exhausted smile,Continue reading “Eliza: Sparky”
Eliza: Birthday Girl
“Don’t wake the Llama” is a game of strategy, a steady hand and luck. Eliza teased the log, aware the Llama already rocked; it sat precarious and stared, daring her to make a mistake. It was her special day; nothing was stopping her from winning, except Charlotte; she glared needing, Eliza to topple the logsContinue reading “Eliza: Birthday Girl”
Ziva: Now and Forever
Ziva took a breath, reminded herself, take each task in hand; the next fortnight would be a challenge, the long-awaited vows at the end worth every ounce of stress. She had dreamt of the chapel her parents wed; plans were to knock it down, make room for a gym or burger joint, the irony lostContinue reading “Ziva: Now and Forever”
Eliza: The World At Her Feet
Charlotte refused to play chess, hating how Eliza won every time; she slumped in the chair pouting; arms folded. The game finish with the younger sister swiping the pieces as Eliza reset them. She chose to play doctor; the spoilt brat routine Charlotte performed when losing was tiresome. Speaking of things boring her, the schoolContinue reading “Eliza: The World At Her Feet”
Charlotte: Little Madam in Training
Turning five was a rite of passage; there would be cake, pass-the-parcel and dancing; Charlotte had her boogie shoes on and ready to go. She woke to her big day feeling energised, knowing she deserved the same pampering as her siblings. Being the youngest should mean she was extra special since she knew her parentsContinue reading “Charlotte: Little Madam in Training”
By the Grace of Sim Gods 