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  Simple Love

  Emma Lynn

  I smooth the light pink dress over my legs and nervously look around. Tate told me to meet him at the park, claiming he had to ask me something. I can’t help but wonder if he wants to break up with me. 

  He’s been distant for the past month, telling me he has had late work nights. When he did come over, he wasn’t focused. When I talked to him, he would just nod and say ‘uh huh’ over and over again. 

  I twist my fingers together and jump when a hand touches my shoulder. I look up and see him, smiling. That’s a good sign. Tate is tall, around six feet. His black hair is cut short and a six o’clock shadow covers his cheeks and chin. His bright blue eyes stare down at me, mesmerizingly.

  I stand up though, wanting answers. “Are you breaking up with me?”

  He looks at me incredulously before laughing.

  “No! Why would you think that? Never mind. I told you I wanted to ask you something. Though, this isn’t the way I wanted to do it,” he grumbles. 

  I watch curiously as he takes something out of his pocket before bending down on one knee. My hands shoot up to my mouth, shocked. Tears spring up in my eyes and I blink as I look down at his smiling face and shiny blue eyes.

  “I had dinner and dessert planned. I was going to make this big and amazing, but I know you,” he takes my hand. “Rowan, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” 

  I lunge at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Yes! Of course I will!”

  He laughs and picks me up, swinging me around in a circle. “Gah, I love you Rowan.”

  “I love you too Tate.”

  Beyond the Becoming

  J. L. Mitchell

  The following has a small excerpt from my book, “Beyond the Becoming” with a back story for the remainder.

  “He use to take me on moonlight boat rides and moonlight picnic. He was the kind of man who bought me fresh flowers every week, he was everything every woman wanted in a guy. And he was mine…"

  “Mom I’m going for a walk, I’ll be back later” called Kyndzee as she headed toward the front door dressed in an Elven sundress with a small lavender head trinket.

  “Alright dear, be back before sunset” came the reply. Kyndzee walked out into the beautiful spring sun, stopping she took in a deep breath of the Lavender that was planted along the walkway leading out to the road. Today was an off day, the day she could do whatever she pleased and she chose to spend it reading under the sun in the apple orchard.

  Upon entering the apple orchard she spotted a few faery men tossing around a wooden ball, no doubt playing block bal, she couldn’t help but glance over at the tall, pale ginger-haired faery. Upon closer look she couldn’t help but admire his slender build, muscular but not overly muscular, and his wings, they were a gorgeous blue with a sort of tie-dye swirl to them. 

  ‘I wonder what it would feel like to run my hands through that hair and to trace the patterns on his wings… No what are you thinking Kyndzee, you fool, you’re not allowed to mingle, interact, or date a faery man, it’s forbidden… But I can’t help that he looks attractive, I have to keep walking before they notice me staring’ she thought to herself as she briskly walked on towards the apple orchard. Unknowing that the guy she was just admiring was admiring her back as she walked away.

  Time passed and as Kyndzee sat under the tree reading a book about distant lovers the faerie man peeked out from the tree

  “Hi, I’m Dorodir, what’s your name?” He asked startling Kyndzee.

  “Don’t you know not to sneak up on someone when they are reading?” She countered back looking up at him; Dorodir jumped down out of the tree to sit next to her.

  “No, no one never told me that, I’ll remember that for next time. So what is your name?”

  “Kyndzee,”

  “Hello Kyndzee, what brings you out here on this fine day?”

  “I have the day off and I thought that I would come to the park to read for a bit, get away from home.”

  “Cool, anyone tell you, you are really beautiful?”

  “If you’re trying to flirt with me it’s not working ’Lies it’s totally working, he is absolutely gorgeous’

  “Worth a shot”

  Two months have passed Kyndzee was dressing to go out to the usual meeting spot to meet Dorodir, his message said it was important.

  “Mom, I’m going to go meet a friend for lunch, be back in an hour.”

  “Alright, dear, have fun,” came the usual reply. Kyndzee didn’t know whether her mom knew she has been secretly meeting a faery man for the last two months or if her mom had pure faith in her youngest daughter.

  She ran through the forest to take the short cut to the little spot where they agreed to meet up. Upon arriving she spotted him with his back towards her.

  “Dorodir what’s wrong? Is everything alright?”

  Turning he smiled that charming smile of his

  “Yes, everything is perfectly alright; I just wanted to ask you something in person.”

  She walked up to him and looked him straight in the eyes looking for any sign of bad news

  “Kyndzee… I’m not use to this and forgive me if it sounds cheesy, but will you please be my girlfriend. I know our races don’t allow cross-racial relationships, but this goes beyond that law. So will you?”

  “Dorodir, I have been waiting for you to ask me that question for quite a while…”

  “Mom, what happened next?” came Thanguriel’s voice snapping Kyndzee out of her memory.

  “Huh? Oh yeah, well, once we found out that the Child of Prophecy would unite all the races your father and I decided to wed five months after he asked me to be his girlfriend.”

  “Wow, that is so romantic mom, dad sounded like a really nice guy.”

  “Hun, your father was the best, bravest, brightest, sweetest and kindest man you would have ever met.”