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16 September 2014 @ 03:16 pm
She lived in a rickety hut with a leaking roof supported by slanted bamboo poles sticking out of bare, mud-caked ground. It would have been a miserable existence in a drably coloured forest (green was boring when that was practically the only colour you saw and ate and drank besides yellow and brown), if not for the colourful flags that decorated those slim bamboo poles. Travellers from afar would come to Helena (yes, that was her name, and it was because of that that they bowed and called her ‘old crone’ too, although her back was still yet young and strong and barely a wrinkle showed on a face) and inquire after the flags. “Are they for sale?” “Where did you get them?” and more morbidly “Who did you kill and how much did you sell their bodies for just to get these flags?” There was nothing extraordinary about these flags except in their variety – black ragged flags that looked chewed at the edges by dogs, yellow-and-blue striped for the kingdom’s colours, multi-coloured scraps flapping in the wind. But you see, Helena was the common local name for ‘witch’, and no one ever trusted witches here.

And there came a particular day when Helena, dripping wet from slipping into a pile of her wet laundry that had been rained on the night before, saw a curious person sitting in her front lawn.

She, too, lived in a rickety hut (as she told Helena shortly after) with a leaking roof, supported by slanted bamboo poles which rose awkwardly out of wet, puddle-dotted, lotus-clumped soils. She was no crone, no – she had the most girlish golden locks and the brightest blue eyes, and her ankles and elbows were ringed in the sweetest laces. And it was clear that while her name was not Helena, she was working pretty hard to earn it, judging from the seven shrunken skulls she was carelessly rattling about on a leash on Helena’s unpleasant green-and-brown lawn.

“Odin,” said the little ingénue when Helena croaked for her A/S/L; “18, mostly female, Helena’s home.”

“There’re many Helenas,” Helena said. “Are you sure you’ve got the right one?”
Odin shrugged. “It doesn’t matter,” she said, shaking her curls carelessly as she picked at dirt in her fingernails. Were those skulls clicking impatiently of their own accord at her feet?

Helena sniffed. Odin smelt distinctly of chamomile and fresh laundry. If she was a rich little brat who had come to poke fun at witches, Helena would make sure she was sorry for it. Helena therefore decided to ask Odin the oldest question in a witch’s hut, one that only witches would know.

“How many feet does a Helena have?” She asked haughtily.

Odin looked at the petite figure before her (but really, Odin wasn’t much bigger), noting that she had two feet. She was not to be tricked. “Six, of course.”

Helena pursed her lips. The little cream cake had got it right! “And why is that?” she asked.

“Well,” Odin began loudly, above the din of the skulls that were getting rather impatient, “Two to walk with, and four to escape with. To escape from little girls.” Odin looked at the flag-bound legs of the hut and smiled.

“Alright,” Helena conceded. “Are you looking for something?”

Odin nodded.

“I’ve heard a lot about you, Helena. Of the many-coloured flags you’ve acquired over your centuries on this earth. No mean feat. So I sought you out.”

Helena was unimpressed. If this youngling sought to shower her in flattery and praise, she had most certainly come to the wrong Helena. “What do you want?” Her time was precious and no young punk was going to waste it away. “Get to the point.”

Odin scowled. “You’re such a grump. I’m looking for my Bamboo Soul-fish. I’ve heard that you have ways of finding them for people.”
 
 
29 September 2013 @ 04:03 pm
Title: Well-oiled Androids: The Day Rebecca Died
Type: Original fic
Rating: PG
Genre: General/Sci-fi
Word Count: 1724
Notes: A collaborative fic written within 2 hours for the prompt 'Mechanism'. Second prompt: 'Stomp on his foot!'.

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29 September 2013 @ 03:13 pm
Title: The Rabbit
Type: Original fic
Rating: PG
Genre: General/Fantasy
Word Count: 857
Notes: A collaborative fic written within 2 hours for the prompt 'What is life like on a raindrop?'. Second prompt: 'Wonderland'.

Life on a raindrop is a balancing act.Collapse )
 
 
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29 September 2013 @ 03:03 pm
Title: The Wild Ones
Type: Original fic
Rating: PG
Genre: General/Fantasy
Word Count: 1434
Notes: A collaborative fic written within 2 hours for the prompt 'A New Religion'. Second prompt: 'What will you say to that horse?'

And then the thundering, thundering of hooves.Collapse )
 
 
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29 September 2013 @ 02:45 pm
Title: Escapade
Type: Original fic
Rating: PG
Genre: General/Fantasy
Word Count: 1657
Notes: A collaborative fic written within 2 hours for the prompt 'Red Riding Hood'. Second prompt: 'cat paw'.

'I didn't have a childhood, Wolf.'Collapse )
 
 
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07 January 2012 @ 10:43 pm
Title: 84-28-17
Wordcount: 278
Type: original
Genre: general / fantasy
Summary: next to a wispy tree with yellowed leaves, they say - milady, we bid you this journey last.
Notes: This was in part inspired by the old Buddhist practice of sokushinbutsu in Japan (which I find very morbid). I wrote this for themusecafe's challenge #68, altar. Also - the NUS mod Introduction to Complementary Health and Medicine helped me a little here.

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Current Music: Ghibli ALL THAT JAZZ - sora kara futtekita shoujo
 
 
 
26 August 2011 @ 05:13 pm
Title: I gave you your story.
Type: Fairy Tale Rewriting
Genre: General
Notes: This is a very short rewriting of the fairy tale of 'The Swan Brothers', 'The Six Swans'... They seem to come in all sorts of numbers and names, but refer to the tale of the princess who had to save her brothers from the curse of having been turned into swans by weaving shirts made out of nettle. I wasn't sure what rating to give this piece, because of the very, very mild suggestion of incest?

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18 August 2011 @ 05:59 pm
#33  
 Title: Gallivanting
Type: Fanfiction/Drabble
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Characters: Roxas, Alice (in Wonderland), Axel
Genre: General
Word Count: 271
Notes: Um, yes, another Roxas piece. :3

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18 August 2011 @ 10:42 am
#32  
Title: Asking Names
Type: Fanfiction/Drabble
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Characters: Roxas, Kairi
Genre: General
Word Count: 209
Notes: Replaying the game still moves me. ;_;

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