A/N: I'm working on this story until my muse inspires me to continue with
Look up at the Stars. It WILL be completed, just might take a while.
Gaslight: If you read this, go check out my Grima Girlies page (under
construction) and give me your opininon so far ,URL is in my profile.
Lions and Tigers and Wargs (oh my) A valiant attempt at serious crossover By Cobalt_Goddess
It was hot. Dorothy had a feeling it would be an awful day the moment she woke up. The morning sky was dusky red, and there were black clouds on the horizon, a bad omen for a farming community. Dorothy dressed slowly, not looking forward to either her chores, or the nearby nimbus clouds that she could now hear thundering in the distance.
Dorothy's Aunt Em was in the kitchen, making griddle cakes, Dorothy's favorite, which didn't exactly cheer her up, because since nobody else liked griddle cakes, it meant that there were extra chores or other ill news that she had yet to be informed on. Nevertheless, she sat down to drown her depression in molasses and doughy goodness. Best to take advantage of a poor situation, Uncle Henry always said.
"Dear," Aunt Em called after Dorothy as she quickly ate and ran out the door. "I'll need your help with the milking today, your Uncle Henry sprained his ankle this morning!" Great, Dorothy mused to herself as she picked up the milking pail, the one chore that, not only takes all morning, but I'm also horrible at, and it's mine ALL mine.
About 20 minutes and four udderfuls of milk in the eye later, Dorothy heard a sound she dreaded, a bicycle bell. She ran quickly out of the barn and to the front of the house, just as their neighbor rode into the yard.
"I want your dog Dorothy!", the hateful woman yelled. " He bit me yesterday ! I want him destroyed! Dead! Now GIVE HIM TO ME!" As if on cue, Dorothy's dog, Toto, came trotting out of the house, his tail wagging furiously in anticipation of the extra Pancake hanging from his mouth, oblivious to the evil woman who wanted him skinned and stuffed.
She, like a vulture, swooped down and grasped poor Toto by the scruff of the neck. She turned Toto to look at her and ,her face close, smiled at him "You'll make a lovely handbag, my pretty" she cackled. And Toto chomped down on her beaklike nose as hard as he could
As the evil bag dropped Toto, Dorothy grabbed him and ran as hard as she could, towards the river.
As soon as she knew she had lost the cow, Dorothy sat down on the shore. The river, barely even deep enough for a rowboat, was cool and refreshing washing softly against her tired ,chafed bare feet. Toto drank deeply from it, then ran a short distance downstream to harass a small group of tadpoles that didn't care for canines very much. She lay there for hours it seemed, lost in her thoughts and fears of what would happen upon her return. One by one, her face was dotted by delicate droplets of rain, the angle of her head on the river bank making the water seem like tears. She slept.
She was in a palace, at a ball, her gown's glittering crystal accents scattering firelit rainbows across the ivory silk of her skirt. Across the room stood a man ,tall and dark, seemingly the only person in a room full of laughing people. Did he look at me? Dorothy hoped, her heart thumping in her chest. As if to answer her prayers, the man began to approach her, his blue eyes bespeaking his desire, his dark cloak fluttering with the movements of his body. As he reached her ,she shied away, but carefully, gently, he caressed her cheek and coaxed her to look upon him. He bent then ,slowly, and took her willing lips into a passionate kiss, the fire of his need burning her soul. The musicians were beginning to play, and the man whisked her out onto the floor to dance before she could even open her passion-closed eyes. As they spun around the dance floor, Dorothy realized she'd never felt so alive, so loved, and she didn't ever want it to stop. The musicians seemed to be playing just for her, the violins sang, the flute lilted ,the horns trumpeted.the horns....horns..
Dorothy woke up, the horns still loudly blaring in her ears. They were the Tornado sirens, and she was miles from home.
Lions and Tigers and Wargs (oh my) A valiant attempt at serious crossover By Cobalt_Goddess
It was hot. Dorothy had a feeling it would be an awful day the moment she woke up. The morning sky was dusky red, and there were black clouds on the horizon, a bad omen for a farming community. Dorothy dressed slowly, not looking forward to either her chores, or the nearby nimbus clouds that she could now hear thundering in the distance.
Dorothy's Aunt Em was in the kitchen, making griddle cakes, Dorothy's favorite, which didn't exactly cheer her up, because since nobody else liked griddle cakes, it meant that there were extra chores or other ill news that she had yet to be informed on. Nevertheless, she sat down to drown her depression in molasses and doughy goodness. Best to take advantage of a poor situation, Uncle Henry always said.
"Dear," Aunt Em called after Dorothy as she quickly ate and ran out the door. "I'll need your help with the milking today, your Uncle Henry sprained his ankle this morning!" Great, Dorothy mused to herself as she picked up the milking pail, the one chore that, not only takes all morning, but I'm also horrible at, and it's mine ALL mine.
About 20 minutes and four udderfuls of milk in the eye later, Dorothy heard a sound she dreaded, a bicycle bell. She ran quickly out of the barn and to the front of the house, just as their neighbor rode into the yard.
"I want your dog Dorothy!", the hateful woman yelled. " He bit me yesterday ! I want him destroyed! Dead! Now GIVE HIM TO ME!" As if on cue, Dorothy's dog, Toto, came trotting out of the house, his tail wagging furiously in anticipation of the extra Pancake hanging from his mouth, oblivious to the evil woman who wanted him skinned and stuffed.
She, like a vulture, swooped down and grasped poor Toto by the scruff of the neck. She turned Toto to look at her and ,her face close, smiled at him "You'll make a lovely handbag, my pretty" she cackled. And Toto chomped down on her beaklike nose as hard as he could
As the evil bag dropped Toto, Dorothy grabbed him and ran as hard as she could, towards the river.
As soon as she knew she had lost the cow, Dorothy sat down on the shore. The river, barely even deep enough for a rowboat, was cool and refreshing washing softly against her tired ,chafed bare feet. Toto drank deeply from it, then ran a short distance downstream to harass a small group of tadpoles that didn't care for canines very much. She lay there for hours it seemed, lost in her thoughts and fears of what would happen upon her return. One by one, her face was dotted by delicate droplets of rain, the angle of her head on the river bank making the water seem like tears. She slept.
She was in a palace, at a ball, her gown's glittering crystal accents scattering firelit rainbows across the ivory silk of her skirt. Across the room stood a man ,tall and dark, seemingly the only person in a room full of laughing people. Did he look at me? Dorothy hoped, her heart thumping in her chest. As if to answer her prayers, the man began to approach her, his blue eyes bespeaking his desire, his dark cloak fluttering with the movements of his body. As he reached her ,she shied away, but carefully, gently, he caressed her cheek and coaxed her to look upon him. He bent then ,slowly, and took her willing lips into a passionate kiss, the fire of his need burning her soul. The musicians were beginning to play, and the man whisked her out onto the floor to dance before she could even open her passion-closed eyes. As they spun around the dance floor, Dorothy realized she'd never felt so alive, so loved, and she didn't ever want it to stop. The musicians seemed to be playing just for her, the violins sang, the flute lilted ,the horns trumpeted.the horns....horns..
Dorothy woke up, the horns still loudly blaring in her ears. They were the Tornado sirens, and she was miles from home.