Can I Help You?

“Good father! Are you hurt? Come with me to the House of Maivifolia. She is the most gracious host and will host you at her house,” he shouted. He sprinted, eager to aid the weary old man I must have seemed. He was tanned, but had the build of a scholar, not a warrior and his straw curls lay askew on his wise head. His eyes, blanketed in deep creases, still shone bright with their thoughts and

“I guess we will need a bed,” she commented “we can 't expect anything from her.” She mumbled under her breath.

He watched her carefully as she began mixing the paints on her pallet, creating the required shades to complete the skin tones of her half finished portrait. Feeling his eye boring into her, her face began to redden until she carelessly dropped her brush on the ground. Abruptly she asked “can I help you?” Noticing his wrinkled face and piercing blue eyes.

From somewhere in the stillness, she felt a soft breeze on her neck and heard a faint whisper in her ear “Lacey....” A trickle of fear ran down her spine as she gave a furtive glance around the room. She was alone, wasn’t she? Were there vagrants in the area? Afraid and needing to hear a human voice, she called out, “Hello? Is anyone here?”

Charlie nodded in understanding. “Of course. In the meantime, however, I’m going to need dinner and beds arranged for my people. The large dining room in the hall would be perfect,” Charlie informed him as he looked over her group with distaste.

“Well of course, we are going out to eat,” I couldn’t bare to tell Grayson we won’t get to eat for that long so I wanted him to have a nice meal.

For once, she wandered toward him with no children in tow. Today, she wore no linen coif, and her elbow-length, blond hair hung down loose. Percival had not realized how thick and glossy it was. And instead of wearing her typical nanny uniform of a stiff beige tunic dress, she wore a pale blue dress, more fitted at the top, and cinched at the waist with dark leather girdle belt. The belt accentuated the curve of her hips, and he color of her dress brought out the light honey color in her eyes. She was even more beautiful than he recalled, and in that instant, her presence was the balm he needed to soothe his agitated soul. He realized that he’d had but one brief interaction with her earlier in the day, yet her presence was exactly what he needed.

“I’d let you use my bed, but seeing as you didn’t let me use yours when I stayed with you, it seems only fair.” Kimberly knew he was only saying it in jest and she waved him off. She would sleep on the floor if he made her. The couch was comfortable enough anyway.

He did not want to scare her away. His footfalls are audible in the silent night, reaching out to her, each step bringing them closer together. Their turmoil of emotions rivals a hurricane, fear, fury and rage but most of all love shines in her eyes. Pure adoration is reflected in his. One foot forward, step by step, the space between them ceased to exist. Prowling forward, pushing her backwards into the building and onto the elevator, he corners her. Unnerved, she stands still in disbelief, doubting that he is really here. Staring at his face, his chiseled jaw, the definition in his shoulders, it seemed that wherever he went he had been worked hard. A calloused hand comes up and brushes a strand of hair from her face.

"It's a party for the kids. I was supposed to bring food, but came home late last night."

RUN! GO NOW!” Ava screamed as she was pushing Mia. They both rushed up the stairs and swung open the door at the top as the big, heavy, door that creaked when you opened it. The door leaded to the outside of the big creepy house. It was like a dog chasing a cat. Ava lived right next door so all they had to do was hop the fence and they were safe. Ava pulled herself up and leaped over the fence so fast like she had done that a million times before. and was perfectly safe but Mia was stuck. “Come on Mia! They are right behind you!” Ava shouted as she was peeking through the fence. Ava grabbed Mia’s hand and pulled her over. They both fell to the ground, and looked at each other with so much

It was three in the morning, light beats of cool rain hitting the windows, casting strange shadows onto the walls. Audrey was sleeping peacefully beside her, lips parted and legs tucked close, the heat from her body somehow warming Desiree’s insides. She looked at the other with a soft gaze and a fond smile on her face, heart melting at the sight. Audrey’s face slept so adorably, so soft and loose, sleep allowing her to become vulnerable and almost young again. It was an indulgence, to view Audrey as young and so care free in her sleep. To imagine their lives as easy as they wanted, as successful as they wished. Desiree longed to keep her like that, keep her away from trouble and danger, love care for her deeply enough to keep her safe

"Welp. The pizza is ordered," Phyllis excitedly declared. "I hope you're hungry!" Right as she said that, he felt a slight hunger pang. He laughed at the thought of being jinxed.

Arlene sat in an easy chair outside the motel room bathroom. She and her dad were still engaged in animated conversation when Stacey emerged wearing a floor-length light blue evening gown. Arlene went slackjawed. The material on the flared skirt was sea foam blue rayon, almost like a heavy chiffon. The white sleeveless lacy top met the skirt at the bodice. She looked absolutely stunning in it. Her lustrous wavy light-brown hair fell to below the top and back of her shoulders, framing her face and neck. The dress was too long to see her shoes, but a glimpse of heels could be seen as she walked toward her opened suitcase sitting on the bed to retrieve an envelope. Arlene, a petite little beauty in her own right, had a father who was not really

She tells him that their is a feast inside waiting for him. Harvey is overjoyed with the amount of food he has