Junkie"I'll pay you!""With what?""... her."
SecretsMy dogs uncovered our daughter's bones.
Twilight years"So there I was, surrounded by rebels, deep in the catacombs of Ba Sing Se." A pop as the campfire finally consumed a young branch. "No way out in sight. It seemed hopeless, but your Gramp-Gramp wasn't about to go down without a fight."Quiet reigned in the campfire-illuminated clearing. Some distance within the Earth Kingdom woods, the grey-bearded storyteller wove his tale for his rapt audience."So I pulled my trusty boomerang from its sheath, hurled it at their leader- ""And somehow," a familiar voice intruded, "he not only managed to miss, but got hit with his own weapon when it finally returned." Snickers and giggles broke out. The usurped storyteller glared at the blurred vision of his wife as she approached. The firelight danced and snapped, throwing light and shadow in ever-changing patterns."No interrupting the storyteller!"She snorted. "It's a good thing I did, or these kids would go home thinking you were some kind of hero or something." Outright laughter met
MTIS 1- KataraBoredom and annoyance.The former was really nothing new to her, Mai thought as a voice droned on. Helping Zuko through the political minefield that followed the war had lost what little entertainment value it once had. And ever since that incident with those would-be assassins, she didn't trust the palace guards farther than she could throw a dirk at them.Of course, this led to her current position. Lounging on the chaise in her private apartments deep within the Fire nation palace. Forced by her own sense of coming upheaval to stay close to home to keep an eye on her clueless boyfriend with nothing much to do but watch and wait. Thus, the annoyance.An annoyance that seemed to be escalating with every moment the irate waterbender who had invaded her sanctuary continued her tirade. What was she even complaining about?"What are you talking about?"Katara stopped wearing the rich carpeting thin, her arms pausing mid-gesture to glare at her. Really? Was that the best she could do? The
Myah's NaNo Guides 1Why "NaNoWriMo": The Logic Behind the Insanity"I want to write a novel".Those six golden words, possibly first uttered so long ago we can't remember. Or perhaps the desire is a more recent revelation. Whatever the case, we all share the desire to create a written world of our own. It doesn't matter if the desire has a basis in our love of the art, or if we simply want to see if we can.For National Novel Writing Month, all of us start off with that desire to create. And that's all that really matters.But in this busy world, our dreams often take a backseat to reality. Our "Great Idea" can end up taking years before we have even the first draft completed. And as time passes, the probability skyrockets that we will lose track of our plots. Our characters. Our inspiration.From the depths of that conflict, NaNoWriMo was born.Doing things in a deliberate rush is not a new strategy. It's given rise to sayings like "I work best under pressure", or "master procrastinators
Rest"Knock knock." Zuko glanced up, smiling as Mai walked into the infirmary. Her eyes glanced over at Sokka's snoring form before bouncing back to him. "Shouldn't you be asleep, like your buddy there?""That's the problem with being ordered to stay in bed all day. When night comes you can't sleep."She crossed the room and sat on the side of his bed, one hand reaching up to brush away a lock of hair that had fallen into his face as he moved. "Your uncle's still refusing to let you get up?""And now he has Katara backing him up." Mai's eyes softened at his frustrated sigh."You'll be thanking them for it later, Zuko. After all you've been through, a few days of bed rest won't hurt."His good hand reached out and clasped hers where it lay on his sheets. "And what about you? You've been through just as much as me, if not more. And yet from what I've heard, you're always hard at work.""Someone has to make sure this thing stays hidden from Ozai while not crashing it into a mountain or the sea
ZW 2- ChangeChange, especially when it was most needed, was seldom easy. Zuko would know that better than most.The change in his family resulting from the death of his grandfather and his mother's disappearance.The change in his Uncle after the loss of Lu Ten.The change in circumstances caused by his innocent desire to save lives.Changing himself into the man he was today.None of those were easy.Zuko looked across the room at the woman who had agreed to become his wife almost three years before. Amber eyes warmed as she laughed at her brother trying to argue his way out of the mess he'd gotten into with his own wife. Those eyes drifted over her blue-clad form, her still-trim waist.Ah, but some change, he decided as a surge of protectiveness raced through him; some change was good.
ZW 1- Family"Umm
Zuko?" Zuko glanced away from his shadowed spot on the balcony to take in Sokka's deliberate, innocent tone. "Shouldn't you be... I don't know
down there with everyone else?"'Down there', of course, being with the group talking and enjoying themselves below him. Zuko knew Sokka was right. It was his engagement celebration. If things were normal, he would have been in the middle of the crowd of well-wishers, instead of hiding in the shadows above them.But everything wasn't normal. And Sokka very well knew it, Zuko thought as he shot a glare at the grinning water tribe boy.It wasn't the almost tangible disapproval of so many of the guests. It wasn't even his nerves at being such a spectacle in something that inclination would have made him keep private."Come on, Zuko! You're going to be family- as much as picturing that freaks me out." He dropped an arm over Zuko's shoulder and dragged him out of hiding and towards the stairs. "Family doesn't let family
ChokeIt starts off so simply. A small issue that escalates and snowballs and swells to epic proportions. The anger, the frustration, the simple hurt you hold back until it comes up in your throat and you choke on it to stop it from erupting and causing even more pain. The accusations, the hurtful statements, the plain cruelty causing that ball to grow larger and larger and harder and harder to hold back and the pain makes its way through your nose and eyes and your ears start to ring and you can't hold it back anymore so you go to your safe place because you won't let them ask why you're crying.