What do ribbons really mean?
They show about a time and place you have been.
They show deeds done.

That is the face they show to others.

They wont ever show the child never coming home.
They wont ever show the child never held again.
They wont show the light leaving some ones eyes.
They wont show the loss of having every thing you had destroyed.
They wont tell of the torment of dreams.
They wont tell of faces coming to you in your sleep.
They wont tell of the sounds and smells that send your mind to a far off place

A complicated departure

 
Julina of Blackstone
Her Chronicles, Book 2

by Julia Phillips

060 – Leaving Is Never Easy

A young girl ran up to Lynn and tugged on her skirt. "Mummy, Mummy." She pulled at William, "I think she wants us to come with her."

The child took hold of William's hand, "Please Help Mummy." They found a young woman unconscious on the floor.

“I like being a nagini well enough, just on the physical level, but — well, I don’t know how other people in my country will react.... Even if people are getting used to seeing magical stuff happen, they might stare at me a lot.”

Novel 1 Chapter 12

On the Tuesday Afternoon, as agreed, Ellie left work early to collect her dad and child preparatory to visiting the Speedwell that was docked and currently discharging at the container berth further down the quay from Beverly’s office. Beverly had also left to collect her brood from school and they briefly confirmed the arrangements for meeting back at the ship that evening. Ellie picked Callum up from school as pre-arranged and then collected her dad from their cottage. While Callum was changing out of school uniform Ellie briefed her dad.

“Paddy where is Inga when I need to get dressed?”

 
 
*Chapter 29*

Joys of Womanhood

“Where am I?”

With Permission from Catherine Linda Michel

All praise for this little story is due to the originator of this universe, I'm simply playing in the mud in the backyard here.

If there happens to be something you don't like, that would be all me.

Enjoy.
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I can really feel that I’m beginning to close up emotionally and I don’t want to. I guess ingrained habit is hard to alter…

Skid pops back inside the curtain, her face wiped clean. “Theo is here and there are some other people with him but there’s only supposed to be one of us in here at a time. Is that your dad?”

I hadn’t stopped to think but I guess they would have to have come too… “Short guy, grey hair and eyes, limps?”

“And this other girl that looks a little like you and another guy, yeah. Oh and Dahl is here.”

THE MIXED TAPE MYTHOS STORIES

In the Australian outback a solitary traveller stops at a strange roadside store and leaves with a mysterious cassette. A homeless busker tells of the night that they became a conduit for a wild and otherworldly force. A young writer meets a man with no shadow. We will encounter her again, a student at an academy for witches and warlocks. The results of a pitched and secret battle in a secluded valley shapes humankind’s destiny amongst the stars. The wondrous and terrifying magic of the Mixed Tapes links disparate tales of sex, superheroes, fantastical kingdoms, and human and inhuman monsters. If you have ever wondered what the little indulgences that frame my anthologies add up to, here they are, all in one place, for your reading pleasure.

Concludes with an announcement regarding the first Mixed Tape of 2016