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Title: Attention Deficit Distraction
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 243

Drat it. Carefully she lifted the mirror from the altar like vanity as if it were an offering, supporting the silvery polished surface from below and not touching its reflective portion. Too much work went into keeping the mirror clear, bright and perfect. Turning the mirror towards the demon, she said, “See yourself and go, return from where you came and never leave that place.”

The demon laughed, his eyes glowing. “You think you can banish me from this plane before I plant myself in you?”

Her smile answered and made him pause. Sweeping out his hand as if to strike the impediment to his desire, he made the mistake of looking.

His denial slowly vanished as the mirror rapidly sucked him in and through. Some day she resolved, replacing the mirror in its spot as carefully as she’d picked it up.; she would scry where the various ones went when so banished. One could only live so long before curiosity became too strong.

Turning back to the monitor, set onto the back of the vanity, her fingers found the keyboard and she let the internet suck her in. There was scrying and there was informational scrying. Her smile broadened, research, scrying through a monitor was called research. The fiction she was working on was sorely in need of researching. Now where was that photo of the door that seemed to have an eye in the center of its organic exterior. She shuddered.

Part 2 -
It's Magic http://charisstoma.dreamwidth.org/1301932.html

meep door prompt
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demon dogs

Deal with your demon-possessed dogs elsewhere.
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Title: Sign
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 212


“It’s okay. You’re a cat familiar.”

“But it’s the whole concept of the thing. First it’s dogs and next it’ll be others. I could see it if it were a Hell hound. There’s the whole fire safety thing but demon dogs can be perfectly okay or they shouldn’t be allowed in normal public areas and definitely not in the rough of golf courses.”

“And what would make a demon dog be okay?”

Felix was about to answer but a tall dark haired man spoke.

“Demon dogs could be amongst you and you’d never know. We can act civilized, you know.”

Felix looked up at the man, then looked at Bruce, then back at the man. His tail swished lazily back and forth and his ears folded back. “This was a private conversation. I don’t need the help of a dog in whatever form you’re in. Leave.”

The man gave a low growl but the trickle of a magic more potent than his own must have convinced him to polite behavior. He turned and left.

“See. Demon Dogs can be just fine,” Felix nonchalantly sat and licked his paw.

“And yet you drove him off.”

“Well, he’s a dog, no matter what form he’s in, and he doesn’t have to be near me.”

On Display

May. 27th, 2017 05:01 pm
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meep prompt cat and chickens


Title: On Display
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 513

It was the commotion at the back door that drew Glen to look. He wasn’t the only one looking.
There on the door mat was Cicero lying on his back his furry tail end to the glass and the chickens who were talking loudly amongst themselves.

“Ciss, must you place yourself on display like that. There’s been enough trouble with the rooster as it is. Unless you like the rooster’s attentions. He’s got enough to do with the hens, he doesn’t need to prove himself with you too.”

Cicero impossibly stretched longer to the enjoyment of the hens.

Glen shook his head,“Flasher. You better be careful. It’s possible to have chicken cat offspring. You think being constipated is bad, think about pushing out a kitten sized egg.”

Nimbly Cicero rolled to the side and up where he proceeded to groom ironically the base of his spine near his tail.

“Thought you hadn’t considered that particular complication.”

“Will you stop interfering.” It was a tall red haired man outside the glass of the door. “Ciss, the hens lay eggs all the time. Claim it’s better than like being fucked.”

“Well that’s not surprising. You jump on them and then you’re done. Kind of a slam bam thank you ma'am.” Glen was not pulling any punches.

The man outside the door returned to his rooster shape and stalked off into the yard.

“Well you scared him off, didn’t you.” Cicero now stood with his hands on his hips facing Glen. “I’m all warmed up with no one to fuck me.”

“Enough with your tom catting ways, Ciss. If you want me, you don’t have to tease the rooster. Just show up on my bed in human form and I’m more than willing to satisfy you. BUT, I demand you give up your wantonness. If you’re with me than you’re with me only.”

“That a proposal?”

Glen squirmed, “well, um, yes.”

There was a flurry of arms and Glen found himself being rubbed on and kissed at the same time. Guess it was difficult to take the cat out of the cat familiar.

“I’ve loved since the first pet, you know.”

“Uh huh,” there was strong skepticism in Glen’s response. “I on the other hand have loved you since you showed up wet and forlorn on my doorstep. You wound your way into my heart with stealthy paws.”

Scattering kisses over his human wizard, “As I intended. It’s all in the presentation. I had to wait until the first decent rainstorm.”

Kissing back, Glen descended into surrender, “As I’m glad you did. BUT no more teasing the rooster.”

Laughing, “I don’t like slam bam, thank you ma’am. Well maybe sometimes but I like my lover to be that, my lover. Roosters don’t do it for me. A certain wizard will though.”

“Good.”

“Good. Meet you in the bedroom.” Cicero in cat form cheated, made it to the bed first, where he lolled back in all his naked human form reminiscent of how he lay on the door mat to the appreciation of the hens.
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Title: When Things Go Wrong
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 526
And yes all this did happen.

Two weeks ago the circulation system had gone down. That meant no books checked out except via the downloaded circulation program, named Remote Destiny. Yeah it was remote… far from reality remote and destiny …. Aaden rolled his eyes.

Yesterday the powers that be had responded to the ransomware attacks that were going on globally and pushed through the patch to fix it. That patch gave you 15 minutes to save your work while it was downloading and then click, it restarted your computer.
Why was there a restart button under the download progress bar if it automatically restarted right after the download finished? Aaden sighed in remembrance because of course that was when teachers started sending students to the Library to return and check out books. Books that could have neither done to them, because the configure part of the download was as long and more aggravating than the tension of the download itself. Still if it did the trick … Please, please let it do the trick of protecting his computer.

So at the end of the day, of the awful day of configuration, when the computer techs showed up and worse went into the closet to see where they were going to replace the computer hub, he knew that it was indeed the advent of the apocalypse. Okay maybe only the end of the school year’s approach. If ever there was going to be a time of things going wrong it seemed to always be at the time before the long summer vacation. Heaven forbid that the system come down and be fixed during the Summer Break when they could fix things without interfering with his Library’s circulation.

It Is the apocalypse.
Aaden looked at his circulation computer. They were supposed to have had it all done by 11:00 the night before. He had a computer that luckily had a tower. The other monitors were computer stations hooked into a server way away at another building. There was no internet access. The stations were boat anchors for all the good they could do.

Aaden sighed, there wasn’t much else he could do. If he wanted to call someone to report a problem or contact a teacher to tell her that one of the Chromebook that was out to be fixed had been returned he couldn’t. Someone had thought it a great idea to have the computers and the phones linked on the same internet system. When one went down so did the other. You couldn’t use your personal mobile phone to call the office or any room in the building. The phone you were calling was not available… beep, beep, beep.

Technology was a curse. An evil curse that suckered you into needing it, and then it didn’t work. Someone needed to work on a foolproof spell to magically ensure that the technology continued to do what it was designed to do. And as soon as the phone/internet came back he’d research that magical business person. They Had Better Exist.

On the other side of the world, Gervais felt a foreboding tingling. Someone was going to try to make him do the impossible.

Part 2 "http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/1289081.html"



computer

Nature

May. 12th, 2017 11:25 am
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Title: When a Child has been Sick
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 249

“He’s looking better,” Manc commented watching their son outside on the lawn in the growing darkness of dusk. “Good thing none of them are of the fae .”

“Amazing what a good season with rain will do to the insect population, isn’t it?” Allen responded. There was a gasp, “Are Lightning Bugs poisonous?” “Didn’t know he jump that high,” was said with awe.

“Well he is my son.”

“I’m going to get a glass jar. It’ll be interesting for him to see a Lightning Bug up close.”
Manc looked at Allen, “Like eating one isn’t up close….”

“Hush you.”

2 Lightning Bugs were captured. An event ignored by their son who was more intent on his own fun.

“You should really let them go soon. They’re out there to mate and produce the next generation.
You’re impeding next year’s Lightning Bug population.”

“Uhmmm. Too late.” Allen said looking into the jar.

“What?” Manc eyed his husband anxiously doubting his sanity.

“They’re.. um.. already attached.”

“You mean of all the Lightning Bugs in the backyard, you caught two compatible bugs who decided to mate with each other?”

“Yep,”

“Ooooookay.”

From inside the jar, “Oh baby, yes just like that,” had Manc and Allen look shocked at the jar and then each other.

“Wait a bit but put them outside before our kitten comes back in. I don’t think I’m ready to explain the facts of procreation yet.”

Allen glanced at Manc’s tummy and grinned. “We’re going to have to soon.”


Lightning bugs
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Rampike - a dead tree, especially the bleached skeleton or splintered trunk of a tree killed by fire, lightning, or wind.

dead tree
A Tree Against a Big Lincolnshire Sky
http://www.rodcollins.com/wordpress/walking-in-the-lincolnshire-wolds


Title: The rampike
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100



The tree stood tall, stark and dead against the sky. Branches easily crack off some of the branches.

“That is what we are looking for, a rampike,” Old Emrys’ voice was firm. “A tree that’s life was ended violently.”

“That’s what’s needed, a tree’s corpse?” Derwyn was skeptical.

“It and your own blood to revive it.”

“And that will make a powerful wand?”

“Yes.”

Emrys’ fingers bit into Derwyn’s arm. There wasn’t time to scream, only a gurgle of red life bubbling between lips.

“Blood to feed. bringing life. Power to wand from branch’s knife.”

Alive the wood glowed ominously.
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rain

Title: Out with a Friend
Prompt # 235 – Rain Angry Sky
Word count: 100


“It was a dark and stormy day.”

“Night.”

Harry shrugged, “does it matter?”

“It could,” Ian answered.

Irritated, “How?”

“Well if we were talking about vampires...”

“Which we’re not.”

“Well it could.” Ian did not want to let it go, then he slumped. “Fine.”

“Look, I’ve been a vampire for 30 years. I should know. It’s the actual uv rays...”

“And the clouds block the ultraviolet light,” Ian finished for him.

“Well yeah.”

“Still… aren’t you up past your bedtime?”

“I’m peckish.”

“And…?”

“Well you’re here. And I’m here.”

“You think I’m going to just let you eat me?”

“Yes.”
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And I thought those reports of owls making off with small cats or dogs were for their dinner... may have been dinner, but as a guest?

Evil Meri- Or merely parent carrying unflighted offspring.
Meridae wrote this Ninja Meowlets Warne & Ranel mentioning involved.


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Title:Dinner Time
Andy & Simon drabbles
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 190

“MOOooooowm, nooooooooo.”

Andy grabbed Simon’s arm. “Do something that owl is making off with a kitten. You’re a snake familiar. You’ve got magic,” he shook Simon’s arm, “DO something.”

With a great put upon sigh, “HESTER!”

The owl flew back into view the kitten still clutched in its talons. It carefully placed the kitten on the thick branch and put a foot down on it. “What? It’s dinner time.”

“My human love is concerned about the kitten’s fate. He doesn’t understand.”

“Damn right I don’t.”

From the pinioned kitten came, “He said a bad word. Is he going to get his mouth washed out with rotten owl pellets?”

“No son, I expect he’ll get a spanking for using bad language around small impressionable can’t fly yet Owl-cat kittens.” The owl turned his attention back to Simon, “Now if you don’t mind, mice as you know taste better fresh.”

Watching Hester, which upon closer observation Andy saw had feline features in place of an owl’s, fly away, “Um, that kitten wasn’t in any trouble was it?”

“No-Pe.” Simon smiled evily. “Come on. You’ve got a spanking to receive.”

“SIMONnnnnn, noooooo .”
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Maybe you'll meet Al. This is the new way into Neverland Wonderland. It's modern.

Title: Wonderland
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 298


Hell is not a place of extreme hot or cold, no matter what people say. It is a place of boredom. I’ve lost count of how long I’ve been immured inside this chest. There’s no hunger or thirst to mark time, just boredom. Stupid magical chest horrible chest. A person locked inside it can’t even die like they should.

Even the light outside seems to be constant. Must be quite a boon if you’re a plant. There was rain a couple time, not that that made any difference. Even once, the large hail, big as my fist, thudding on the chest lid to bounce away on the path didn’t dent the damned thing. I looked. Not a crack of light exposed any seams in the lid.

I’ve tried sticking my finger through the keyhole, there’s no discernable lock mechanism and the magic doesn’t seem to consider being fingered as a means of unlocking and letting the contents, me, out. This has got to be what that djinn in the story of Alaaeddin felt, slowly going crazy inside his lamp. At least I’ve got a keyhole to peer through or … does that make it worse. To see but be able not do anything else but sleep and... um … well I’ve still got my hands to amuse me. Keyholes do have their uses. By the way, a cock doesn’t work to open the lock on this chest either. Neither does what comes out of one. Just so you know. I think that the latter might be responsible for the sudden appearance of white rabbits outside that seem to have appeared. Did I mention that I’m bored? So yeah, a lot of white rabbits.
Maybe a Huntsman will show up …. And get me out of this damn box!

Part 2 - The Bed
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Peles Castle, Romania, built between 1873 and 1914

Scroll down in the comments for another Meep/charis 'back and forth' story creation.
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This was the title of a poem in a story. Apologies to Lady Fulbrook, character in Garden of Lies by Amanda Quick.

Title: On a Small Death in the Garden
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 316


The dream, when he became aware of it, was as otherworldly as one could imagine. Why else would he be surrounded by trees festooned with giant green wrapped cones of umbrellas and be running over a velvety green softness that squished underfoot. There was a sense of doom to his running and he wasn’t sure why or how he knew that something hunted but the sense of it crawled up the back of his neck raising hairs in alarm.

He sprinted towards one of the umbrella trees, grabbing hold of one of the limbs and climbed up atop one of the umbrellas. Improbably the scent of marigold enveloped him but he’d made it just as a long hairy leg sought purchase on the branch where he’d just been. Peering down he found himself staring into the bubbles of many shiny eyes gazing up at him, claws pricked into the plant seeking purchase and a rumbled purring. He knew a spider when he saw one and a fresh wave of cold panic had him scrambling higher knowing that it was improbable he’d be able to outpace his hunter.

Anthony screamed as he was pinned, twisting frantically to escape. The weight of a heavy body held him down and a voice, James, told him to wake up.

“What in the hell were you dreaming,” was asked and Anthony shuddered.

“Spider. Chasing me through a forest of flowers. It was just about to get me.”

“If this is what you are like after seeing the promotional advertisement, I think we’ll skip the Spider City* exhibit at the zoo tomorrow,” James said grimly.

“How about we skip the whole zoo excursion altogether until after the thing is gone?” Anthony pled clinging to James.

“How about I find something else to redirect your mind to,” James leered, pushing the blankets down to get at the site for sucking his Anthony dry.


* http://www.outhouseonline.com/cms/images/spidercity.pdf
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This was the title of a poem in a story. Apologies to Lady Fulbrook, character in Garden of Lies by Amanda Quick.

Title: On a Small Death in the Garden
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 316


The dream, when he became aware of it, was as otherworldly as one could imagine. Why else would he be surrounded by trees festooned with giant green wrapped cones of umbrellas and be running over a velvety green softness that squished underfoot. There was a sense of doom to his running and he wasn’t sure why or how he knew that something hunted but the sense of it crawled up the back of his neck raising hairs in alarm.

He sprinted towards one of the umbrella trees, grabbing hold of one of the limbs and climbed up atop one of the umbrellas. Improbably the scent of marigold enveloped him but he’d made it just as a long hairy leg sought purchase on the branch where he’d just been. Peering down he found himself staring into the bubbles of many shiny eyes gazing up at him, claws pricked into the plant seeking purchase and a rumbled purring. He knew a spider when he saw one and a fresh wave of cold panic had him scrambling higher knowing that it was improbable he’d be able to outpace his hunter.

Anthony screamed as he was pinned, twisting frantically to escape. The weight of a heavy body held him down and a voice, James, told him to wake up.

“What in the hell were you dreaming,” was asked and Anthony shuddered.

“Spider. Chasing me through a forest of flowers. It was just about to get me.”

“If this is what you are like after seeing the promotional advertisement, I think we’ll skip the Spider City* exhibit at the zoo tomorrow,” James said grimly.

“How about we skip the whole zoo excursion altogether until after the thing is gone?” Anthony pled clinging to James.

“How about I find something else to redirect your mind to,” James leered, pushing the blankets down to get at the site for sucking his Anthony dry.


* http://www.outhouseonline.com/cms/images/spidercity.pdf
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Title: The Relationship
Author: charisstoma
Prompt: Before I met you
Word count: 576
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Title: To Love a God.
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 346
Thanks to magistra17sum for the idea of where to take the plot line.
Here Dibs is the answers to the questions you asked… I think.
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One of the classes is in the Library working with this prompt. I didn't want to be left out.

Word count: 194

It was a dark and stormy night…

The sky intermittently exploded with that silence of light that left a greater darkness at its termination and was followed by a distant grumbling that grew as it neared. From the small cave in which she cowered, she mentally counted, ticking off the seconds between the light and the thunder. ‘How close was he?’

There were many names for her pursuer; be it the more familiar Zeus or Thor or the less well known; Namarrkun, Haikili, Xevioso, Apocatequil, Raijin, Marduk, or Tarhun; he hunted and she was the quarry.
She watched as another furious jagged lance streaked down to the earth.

“God, he’s angry,” she whispered to herself.

It was probably too late to give herself up and not be incinerated to ash. Oh, he’d be sad afterwards when his brain started working again and he realized that she was gone. It would be a little late then. If he thought she’d forgive him this time, he was sadly mistaken. No amount of couples’ therapy was going to work and she’d tell that to Hades, Irkalla, Saveasi'uleo, Yama or whatever the underworld god was calling itself today.

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Title: Children’s Tales
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 344
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