Watcher Doings 33

03/03/202603/04/2026 / Liz H-H / 16 Comments

A two-fer for you, with episodes 32 & 33 NEW this week Woot!!

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“Me?!” scoffed Ferah, then admitting, “Okay, yes, Jimann was very distracting at first…”

“Oh yes,” Montay murmured, smiling with memory and feeling a heated rush beneath the tunic he’d borrowed from his sister, adding almost absently, “there was that thing he does with his tongues…”

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Modrigal’s Gift

11/22/2023 / Liz H-H / 15 Comments

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The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: LINK. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on Six Sentence Stories

He wore many chains about his neck, mostly gold, some mixed and linked to polished stones, some of these gemstones.

The mirror in front of him showed their glint against his naked chest and graying hair, and though his eyes had been brilliant blue in his youth, they’d faded over the years, both of color and of the life force that supplied their vitality. Continue reading →

Just Another Day in Paradise

07/19/202307/19/2023 / Liz H-H / 17 Comments

“Well, THAT clearly didn’t work,” she grumbled, tapping her keyboard repeatedly and wincing at the answering repeated dings that only made her midday headache worse. Continue reading →

Dilemma

05/26/202105/26/2021 / Liz H-H / 21 Comments

She stared in the mirror, one hand holding the ends of her hair, the other running a brush as gently as possible over its knotted curls; sparks crackled green and sharp, and she didn’t want to burn down the apartment complex. Continue reading →

Olde Worlde Charm

08/25/201910/06/2019 / Liz H-H / 4 Comments

“You’re certain this will work?” The charm, clasped in Anna’s smooth young hand, was redolent of rose hips, cinnamon, and sweet basil…and something exotic from the far southern lands. Eyes shining with hopeful, as yet unshed tears, she clasped the woven bag to her breast.

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Cat-Amore

06/09/2018 / Liz H-H / 11 Comments

She rolls over, the soft hiss of middle-aged flesh sliding through 300-thread-count cotton announcing her change in position. She is surprised by the darkness of her bedroom and the numbers on her clock. The sunrise should have happened by now. She groans and swears and flops on her back, squeezing her eyes shut. Continue reading →

Meditation with a Purring Cat

08/22/201704/21/2018 / Liz H-H / 3 Comments

I can’t heal the world, not on my own. Can’t heal America, can’t do much beyond my own limited vision.

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