The Saga of the Nymphs
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,061
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited. I DO NOT PROFIT.
Random fun
Just random Nymph fun. No specific time periods.
Bretta walked through the trees, enjoying the fresh air. She wasn't worried about bears. Bears were about as dangerous as kittens to her kind. She spotted what she was looking for and grinned. The tree was tall, thick and with lots of evenly spaced branches. She climbed to the top and settled in to watch the sun set.
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It was Mother's Day, and George was missing. They didn't look for her, they knew where she was. Rules or no rules, she was at the graveyard in the Glade, with her mother. When she dragged herself in that night, bruised and bloody from being dragged forcibly out of the Glade, neither of the others said a word, merely offering her a cup of coffee.
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Joey loved it when he got to pick the movies out. He always picked creepy ones, because the others freaked out for days afterward over the littlest things. He had the Friday the Thirteenth movies tonight. He had picked up a hockey mask at a local sports store. Joey grinned, tonight was going to be FUN.
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"Bretta?"
"Yes Bill?"
"Why, exactly, do I have a sudden attraction to men?"
"Well, that's a funny story..."
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George looked over at Joey and smiled. He seemed so innocent while asleep. She almost laughed at how untrue that could be. George closed her eyes and drifted of to sleep, content.
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"Why can't we get it? It's pretty!"
"Because, Bretta, we can't attract the kind of attention this car would bring." Joey rubbed his temples. They had been through this several times already. The car in question was a cherry red El Camino with pink flames down the sides.
"But it's PRETTY!"
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Bretta and Joey were shopping.
"Hey Joey?" She was shouting, right next to him.
"Yes, B?" Joey was afraid. Very afraid.
"You wanted that peach scented douche, right?" Screaming at the top of her lungs.
"You are SUCH a jerk."
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George yawned and surveyed the room. Bretta lay on the couch curled around a skinny redhead, Joey was sleeping on the air mattress with 2 brunettes, and pressed up against her side was a woman with long black hair streaked with red. She grinned. That club was AWESOME.
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Bretta was making supper. The scrambled eggs were green, the mashed potatoes were blue, and the fish was orange, somehow. Food coloring was the best invention EVER.
Bretta walked through the trees, enjoying the fresh air. She wasn't worried about bears. Bears were about as dangerous as kittens to her kind. She spotted what she was looking for and grinned. The tree was tall, thick and with lots of evenly spaced branches. She climbed to the top and settled in to watch the sun set.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was Mother's Day, and George was missing. They didn't look for her, they knew where she was. Rules or no rules, she was at the graveyard in the Glade, with her mother. When she dragged herself in that night, bruised and bloody from being dragged forcibly out of the Glade, neither of the others said a word, merely offering her a cup of coffee.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Joey loved it when he got to pick the movies out. He always picked creepy ones, because the others freaked out for days afterward over the littlest things. He had the Friday the Thirteenth movies tonight. He had picked up a hockey mask at a local sports store. Joey grinned, tonight was going to be FUN.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Bretta?"
"Yes Bill?"
"Why, exactly, do I have a sudden attraction to men?"
"Well, that's a funny story..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
George looked over at Joey and smiled. He seemed so innocent while asleep. She almost laughed at how untrue that could be. George closed her eyes and drifted of to sleep, content.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Why can't we get it? It's pretty!"
"Because, Bretta, we can't attract the kind of attention this car would bring." Joey rubbed his temples. They had been through this several times already. The car in question was a cherry red El Camino with pink flames down the sides.
"But it's PRETTY!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bretta and Joey were shopping.
"Hey Joey?" She was shouting, right next to him.
"Yes, B?" Joey was afraid. Very afraid.
"You wanted that peach scented douche, right?" Screaming at the top of her lungs.
"You are SUCH a jerk."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
George yawned and surveyed the room. Bretta lay on the couch curled around a skinny redhead, Joey was sleeping on the air mattress with 2 brunettes, and pressed up against her side was a woman with long black hair streaked with red. She grinned. That club was AWESOME.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bretta was making supper. The scrambled eggs were green, the mashed potatoes were blue, and the fish was orange, somehow. Food coloring was the best invention EVER.