Cursed Blessing
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zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › Legends/Myths/Lore
Rating:
Adult +
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37
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2,894
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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."
Cursed Blessing
Me and my wp 'Z' have been friends now for almost 2 years. We have gotten so well at writing we actually think up the same scene at about the same time. Please feel free to critique our story and leave comments. Thanks for stopping by and reading. :)
Her long peppered gray hair twisted into two braids swung across her back to the rhythm of her set pace. Purpose and determination showed in her pale green eyes, slightly creased in the corners. Once full lips, now thinned with age where pulled slightly down in a frown. A cane tightly gripped in her tanned aged right hand, her steps sure and solid. The cane, she really didn’t need it but her son insisted she use it. She loved him so indulged his whims. She hated coming into town; in fact, she only visited every six months for things she needed or during the Midsummer Festival to celebrate the Summer Solstice.
The Midsummer Festival was a great time for storytelling, fine foods, singing, dancing and the bonfire. It was the one time during the long year; she felt she belonged in this world. Things had changed so much in her time. Cell phones, I-pods, and cars were just a few.
“BAHH!”
She shouted to the air. Few people nearby gave her an odd look, but she didn’t care. People now a day were too busy, rude or just not using their brains.
Coming to a stop light, she leaned on her cane and waited for the light to change so she could cross. When it did, she stepped off the curb; a hand grabbed her arm and gave a tug. She looked up at the tall young man, wearing designer sunglasses resting on a sharp nose; light brown eyebrows peaked above the frame. Her frown deepened pulling her lips further down and creased her forehead.
“Come on lady I’ll help get you across the street.”
Giving her arm another tug, but she yanked her arm out of his grip.
“I am not that old, boy.”
“Fine, get ran over.” He mumbled as he left her.
“I’ve been crossing streets before you were born. Hell, probably even before you father became a sperm donor.”
She cackled at her own humor, continuing to the other side. The light changed before she could safely reach her destination. A bright red, convertible honked loudly. She stopped and faced the car. A girl laughed while the driver honked again.
“GET OUT OF THE ROAD YOU OLD HAG!”
Another round of giggles came from the young hussy. She just glared at them, lifted her cane and brought it down hard on the hood of his pretty car, leaving a large dent.
“HEY! WHAT THE HELL?!”
“Insolent, young pup, No manners. You’re lucky that wasn’t your head.” She swung her cane to make her point. She ignored his shouts and cussing as she stepped upon the sidewalk. She had places to be and things to do.
Her long peppered gray hair twisted into two braids swung across her back to the rhythm of her set pace. Purpose and determination showed in her pale green eyes, slightly creased in the corners. Once full lips, now thinned with age where pulled slightly down in a frown. A cane tightly gripped in her tanned aged right hand, her steps sure and solid. The cane, she really didn’t need it but her son insisted she use it. She loved him so indulged his whims. She hated coming into town; in fact, she only visited every six months for things she needed or during the Midsummer Festival to celebrate the Summer Solstice.
The Midsummer Festival was a great time for storytelling, fine foods, singing, dancing and the bonfire. It was the one time during the long year; she felt she belonged in this world. Things had changed so much in her time. Cell phones, I-pods, and cars were just a few.
“BAHH!”
She shouted to the air. Few people nearby gave her an odd look, but she didn’t care. People now a day were too busy, rude or just not using their brains.
Coming to a stop light, she leaned on her cane and waited for the light to change so she could cross. When it did, she stepped off the curb; a hand grabbed her arm and gave a tug. She looked up at the tall young man, wearing designer sunglasses resting on a sharp nose; light brown eyebrows peaked above the frame. Her frown deepened pulling her lips further down and creased her forehead.
“Come on lady I’ll help get you across the street.”
Giving her arm another tug, but she yanked her arm out of his grip.
“I am not that old, boy.”
“Fine, get ran over.” He mumbled as he left her.
“I’ve been crossing streets before you were born. Hell, probably even before you father became a sperm donor.”
She cackled at her own humor, continuing to the other side. The light changed before she could safely reach her destination. A bright red, convertible honked loudly. She stopped and faced the car. A girl laughed while the driver honked again.
“GET OUT OF THE ROAD YOU OLD HAG!”
Another round of giggles came from the young hussy. She just glared at them, lifted her cane and brought it down hard on the hood of his pretty car, leaving a large dent.
“HEY! WHAT THE HELL?!”
“Insolent, young pup, No manners. You’re lucky that wasn’t your head.” She swung her cane to make her point. She ignored his shouts and cussing as she stepped upon the sidewalk. She had places to be and things to do.