Creative Writing: Warrior Princess

“So, I was house hunting again, and I found this house I thought you might like,” Dean said, scrolling through his laptop, trying to find it again. “It was a little small if we wanted other kids, but it could work, and it seems to be in a great location… Cas, are you even listening to me?”

“Get up!!! Get up!! I said get up!!!” screeched Buttercup as she attempted to awaken Westley, Inigo, and Fezzik.

Not far down the road, I had made Anna stop at Bluegrass Creek insisting that we needed to talk. At first she protested, saying that whatever I needed to discuss with her could wait. That, we needed to be on the road because we had half a state to travel if we were going to get to… and that’s when I said, Deerfield, and the surprise of me already knowing where the gathering was had silenced her instantly.

After John harnessed the team to the wagon, he, Charity, and Charles loaded Uriah into it. She and Charles then headed to town with him. She left John and Martha Jane to watch over the younger children, with strict orders that they had all better be on their best behavior until her return. John was nearly twelve; she figured he ought to be capable of watching the little ones.

Dean hesitated. There was a moment of silence. Then he sheepishly said, "I saw it in the movies."

“I’ll tell you later when Calliope’s around. I don’t want to have to explain it twice,” Echo said smiling.

"Good night, I will see you tomorrow bright and early," her governess replied, before walking out the door. Clary secured the lock so that she wouldn't be able to enter.

She forgot how good it felt to have someone pet her, as silly as that sounded. Her eyes closed as her head leaned into Fallen's hand. A long need filled moan slipped free as Fallen's lips once more met hers. The feel of his arousal throbbing in her hand made her ache. She rocked her hips as her thighs tightened around his hand, as if begging for more. Dizzy knew she wouldn't be able to hold out long, she needed to be taken. Even if it was just in this dream world Dizzy needed to feel herself filled, and to feed off the energy that always rushed through Fallen's body.

Everything was like it was the last time she'd been down there. The dryer there where her daddy did his filthy deed. The window that opened to the ground level beside the house, where she had assumed the other man had come in from that night.

Abbi made a detour to her room to grab a small red bag before she went to the storage room where Sam told her to meet them. When she got there, she was shocked to see another room in the back. Walking in, she saw the devil’s trap on the floor and the demon chained to a heavy wooden chair.

Sam cursed under his breath as his call went straight to voice mail. He was stuck in a motel somewhere in North Dakoda, researching Japanese spirits for a case, and had decided to call Dean to let him know that, “This crap is going to take longer than we thought it would.” He was originally planning on a four-day trip, but it was quickly becoming apparent that he would have to extend the visit.

Awake in Owen’s arms she listened to his heartbeat. As the slow thump soothed her mind, she finally let herself think of her relationship with Owen.

Hovering over a stream with a thin crust of ice glazing the top, Perceval reached down, cracked the surface, and scooped up a handful of frigid water. His friends did the same, taking scoop after scoop of water to rinse away the blood that had dried on their faces and mail.

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

stains on the floor from where dad was stabbed , the house itself had not been cleaned in forever , just a complete shit hole. We walked into the kitchen waiting for the coffee to finish brewing . I watched Karen holding her empty mug spinning