#imagining his top half sticking out of the water while the jelly half floats

[kibbowle]

Knives for mermay

[konan720]

Digidestine of Creativity

It was odd- seeing those lights in the sky, watching those older kids fight.. what were they doing in they sky anyways? Why were they fighting?

Was this just her over active imagination? Or was she really seeing all of this-? This seemed to be a world wide occurrence..

And as fast as it appeared, it vanished, that big monster was gone and the kids vanished from view. Leaving the five year old girl to wonder what that was all about.

Life went on. Two years went by-

The small girl with almost golden like hair in a long braid walked down the set of stairs from her home- down to the riverside. Man made waterways; canals, were common around here, the waters used to be clear.. So, her father used to say.

It wasn’t a wise idea to eat the fish out of it now. Though, it was still fun watching them swim-! The seven year old clapped happily- watching the different sized snappers swim and fight for bread she’d throw down. Sometimes, things will float down stream-

Soccers ball, volleyballs- To coconuts and large palm leaves. Though, Today.. was rather.. different. It was to oblong shaped to be a ball, it wasn’t a coconut.. to.. colorful.

In a hurry, the child ran for the net on the side of the limestone wall that surrounded their boat dock. Net in hand, she jumped over styrofoam block and just about snagged the odd object with the tool.

“..got you-!” She smiled, pulling the large net back up to her. With a huff, she placed the strange object down. White, orange and red. That was the colors of this thing.. now that she looked at it more-

It kind of looked like an egg..

A voice from the house, the child’s parent called out for her to come back inside, it was getting late and the sun was getting low-

She couldn’t show this to her father.. something in the pit of her stomach told her not too. How would she hide this..?

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Today was another day, the small girl walked down the stairs again, there, hidden under some bushes was her strange egg. It’s color reminds her of Easter egg- she smiled as she watched over it from time to time; she made it seem like she was looking out at the canal almost every day, or just sitting and watching the sky.

What would this thing hatch into? If it was a big chicken.. chickens weren’t allowed in their neighborhood..

She was eating one half of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich as she watched the egg; a sudden cracking noise made her stop mid way as she turned her eyes to the egg before her. It shook, and crakes started forming around it-

It had only been three days since she found it- was that a good or bad thing?! She obviously had no idea what she was doing-!

The egg hatched.

What popped out confused the small child even more. It was just.. it was a small.. Smoke ball.. cloud. Yellow glowing eyes and a small burning flame on the top of its head.

Despite the fire, it didn’t see to be burning anything.. but the small smoke ball was scared. It huddling down near the ground as the human child looked ever closer-

In a whisper, she asked “what.. are you..?” But then she smiled “.. want my sandwich..?”

The little being must be hungry..

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It’s was odd.

A young woman woke up in the middle of the woods. Just beyond was a desert of sand. Where was she? Just a moment ago she was outside the forest property her father owned, wondering around in the cold air of March. Setting old logs and hollow trees on fire because they needed to be taken down.

Now she was in a humid atmosphere that then escalated into blazing hot temperatures with a single step. Shielding her eyes, she quickly grabbed her sunglasses and placed them on. Unable to be outside without them, she always carried them around.

Her short black hair, and dimmed teal highlights blew in the hot wind-

“How... did I get here..?” She asked herself.

Not a sight of anyone or anything.. walking through the desert seemed like a terrible thing to do unprepared. Though, was she about to go running blindly through a forest as well?

Oh right-! Her phone!

Quickly reaching into her pocket, the young girl froze. Pulling out the thing that was in her pocket.. wasn’t her phone at all.. where was her phone? What was this thing?!

A strange looking device, it was small and it fit in the palm of her hand. Holding it up to her ear, wondering if it was some sort of clock- but no ticking came from it.

Enough of this, she needs to find a way home. Her father and brother must be worried. Walking back into the woods she started looking around.

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What were the possibilities that it would rain? The young woman can’t travel in these conditions; not with her weak immune system- she can’t afford to get sick here.

“This is what I get for not getting out much..” huddled in a cave, stacking damp wood up to start a small fire “I mean, sure- The cold never makes me sick; but add water and boom-“ she slammed the stick down on the flat wood she was trying to ignite.

“I’m suddenly dying three days later if I don’t dry out.”

Frustrated, she glared down at the non cooperative wood; maybe she should move this further in the cave.. if only she had her matches.

Grabbing some of the bigger wood and kindling; she stood up “just face it Sabrina, you’re lost- it’s raining; you’re stuck in a cave.. I’m gonna die out here.”

“..though.. at least there aren’t any bugs in here..” she sighed “if I do die; I won’t be bug food.”

Her stomach growling at the mention of food. Groaning, she slightly looked up; there in the back seemed to be an orange light that flickered- she froze in her place. Someone was already in here? Could they help her out?!

Dropping the dampened wood and hurried to the light; She didn’t even care if this light was dangerous, just the thought of not being alone made her happy.

Slowing down, and evening out her breathing, Sabrina took notice that.. the light wasn’t from a fire- or well.. it was from a fire but.. it was from a being that was made out of fire. “What in..” She seemed to be lost with words as she crept closer.

Hearing the calming intake of air, it seemed to be asleep. Sabrina got so close to feel the nice.. warming.. heat.. maybe she didn’t need to make a fire anymore..

Her eyes drooping, and the sound from the rain with this added heat was making her tired. Maybe.. maybe she could sleep for a bit..?

As she laid down, Sabrina hadn’t realized that little thing in her side pocket started glowing.

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‘Meramon-! Where’d you go-!’

A sharp intake of air, and quickly sitting up, Sabrina looked around. How could she have been so stupid-? Sleeping next to a literal fire monster? How long was she asleep...-

The fire man is gone..

“Wha-“ looking around; she felt a very hot pebble hit the back of her arm, it stung and she hiss in pain.

Turning around, there stood the man made out of fire; standing in the way of her exit. It was incredible bright outside; compared to the inside of the cave- yet he still glowed- Blue eyes narrowed at the Human, and a stitched sneer.

Quickly putting on her sunglasses, the man spoke-

“Who are you; Why are you here..” his gruff voice asked.

Sabrina mouth was just agape, though before words could reach up, a stomach growled; “Looks like... I’m not the one who’s hungry..”

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“So, you’re a human- from another world.”

“I mean.. I guess so- never knew something like the digital world existed; despite how much time I spend on the internet..”

Whatever problems this fire man.. Meramon, Sabrina found out, had against her sneaking into his home-were set aside. The human girl sat on a stone near a river, beating away a smaller rock with another-

She was trying to make a spear head. This is were her creative side comes into play- they need food; and the best source for it was this river. See why the fire being refused to go anywhere near it.

Meramon sat far from the river, yet they still had small talk. “I been to the human world once, long ago..” he seemed thoughtful “I wonder how she’s doing..”

“Really..?” A grunt escaped her mouth as she got up and looked for some vine she could use to tie things together. “What was she like..?” The rock was fairly sharp from scratching it against the stone she was sitting on.

“Small, and frail looking..” he hummed “but she was a good person.”

“You make it sound like she dead.” Sabrina looked back at Meramon with a side glance.

Meramon was now deep in thought; Recalling the small child- remembering how he ended up back in the digital world. “There was a fight; I was in it.” He said looking at his hands “I wanted to protect her.. I needed to protect her.”

“Must have been a good friend”

“The best.”

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“One.. two.. three-!”

A spear zipped through the air, and splashed in the water- nearly missing a fish. It had been a while since Sabrina had been this active, she could already feel her chest burn for the need of oxygen.

“One.. just one.. small fish..” she gasped “please- just let me get something that’s not small-!”

She could possibly eat the small fish if prepared properly; but it won’t be much. She also can’t forget that’s she spear fishing for another person.

That small fish won’t do.

“Like.. I know you’re made of fire..” she turned around “But a little help here..?”

Making a noise of not wanting to get anywhere near water, Meramon stood up. Slowly inching closer to the human to see if he actually can be of help. Perhaps.. he could make the jump out of the water..?

Looking into the river he hummed, then with a shout “Blazing Flame!” Once he sighted a rather large fish. The fire ball zipped past Sabrina and made contact with the water- making it bubble from the heat. In unexpected surprise, the fish actually jumped out of the water.

Thinking fast, And a hard throw, The human’s weapon has hit; However it only pushed the fish on land. That was rather fine, though. As long as the fish doesn’t go anywhere, it’s considered caught!

“That.. worked-?” The girl smiled, “That actually worked-?!” She cheered, hands in the air “let’s do that again!” Jumping over stones to cross the river, she quickly grabbed and held tightly to the odd looking fish- She was going to need to wash her clothing later.

After some time; Sabrina looked up, Shaded eyes trying to see what position the sun was at, but despite not being able to see it- it felt like it was around noon.

She was skimming her fish, all the while she watched Meramon grab his half and literally cooked it in his hand. “Hey- aren’t you going to.. you know.. remove the scales..?”

Before she even get an answer, Meramon was already eating the cooked fish. “Hmm-?”

“Never mind.”

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Night time rolled around, as difficult as today was; She felt good. Definitely was going to hurt later because of all that muscle usage, However.

She was back in the cave, Guessing she was now sharing a home with a living fire being. They both help each other, they won’t go hungry- and she’ll be safe and warm. Taking out that strange device from before, she stared at it.

Listening to the breathing from the other side of the cave wall, Meramon was definitely asleep- but this felt strange. Does she know this Digimon..? Had she known a Digimon before-?

Maybe.

Just maybe.

Though, Sabrina still needs to find a way home. Here’s hoping that Meramon can help her.

[eittiedouglas]

In The Rose Petals | Past | Eittie & Alistair Douglas 

‘Seanair! I found one Seanair!’

The soft child’s voice rose from the garden bed at the back of the small plot of land, barely audible by the rush of the river not far away. The clouds were hanging low, trapping in the warmth on the early July day. The valley was thick with humidity but there was a lingering sense of rain on it’s way, just something in the air sweeping down from the mountains. The carefully laid vegetable beds were blooming with overgrowing plants, weighing heavy on their carefully constructed frames and the baskets littered around the place were filling up with the mornings work of harvesting from the small backyard garden. ‘What have ye found, ma wee a bhobain?’ The tiny girl appeared around the corner of one of the planet boxes, hands and arms covered with the moist Scottish soil, a courgette, almost as long as her chubby arm, hanging from her tightly grasped fingers. 

Still not used to Gaelic or able to fully wrap her still developing tongue around the sounds, her face screwed up a little as she tried to translate his word, grinning when she did. ‘Am no a rascal, Seanair! I’ve found dinner!’ Eittie’s little dress floated about as she skipped to the nearest basket, putting her find in it. The pockets on the front of the dress were filled with little leaves and stones and a half eaten ham sandwich from lunch time. Laughing, the older man took reached out for his Granddaughters hand, taking it gently and leading her back to the courgette plant. ‘It’s important we harvest them all, a bhobain, so more can grow.’ Crouching down to the little girls level, he carefully showed her how to break the stems without damaging the plant, warmly telling the little girl all about the colour and the type of plant, Eittie’s dirty little hands pressed to his knee while she peered in close to look at it, enraptured with her Grandfather’s words. 

It was a rare day since the move to Scotland that she had not woken up crying. At first the shock of having to move had exhausted her, but as the dust had settled, so too had the grief, settling into them both like an ache of old and tired bones. Still, as the summer had come along so had better nights sleeping and the little girl had opened up more and more to her new home, especially the garden. Carefully, they placed the last of their veggie harvest in the baskets and Eittie skipped to the tap to wash her hands, stopping by the large creeping rose and pointing up at it. ‘Can we pick some for my room, Seanair?’ ‘Of course, just be careful.. let me do it aye? The wee pricks will get ye.’ Laughing, Eittie watched her Grandfather pull out the secateurs, clipping ten or so pink blooms from the bush and carefully passing them down. ‘Watch ye fingers aye, they’ll hurt ye.’ Fascinated, the little girl turned the roses over in her hands, not looking at the petals but at the thorns, pricking her finger to one when she thought no one was looking. It was hard to miss her yelp of pain though. 

‘See? A bhobain. Rascal if I ever saw one. Come here aye, let me look at ye.’ As her Grandfather crouched down to look at her finger, where there was a faint speck of blood, he reached up to his lips and kissed it. ‘All better wee one. No need to cry. Ye best wash your hands properly before dinner. Go on.’ As the little girl ducked inside, the old back door creaking with the movement, her Grandfather laughed a little to himself, thinking how similar Eittie was to her own mother, just as wilful and curious. Getting inside, he turned on the oven to preheat before taking the flowers to the sink and cutting the stems properly before placing them in a vase, carrying them carefully up the stairs to Eittie’s room. It had been hard at first, redecorating her mother’s room for the sad little girl, but in the few short months she had made it her own. Along the windowsill there were leaves and rocks all collected from their walks, the floor and shelves were littered with books she stole from his library. He was sure she couldn’t understand half the words in them yet but she delighted in the pictures and what she could read just the same. 

Setting the vase down on the small beside table, he sat down on the bed and sighed, looking at a picture frame sitting there carefully. A picture of an auburn haired woman, glowing with absolute joy with the laughing baby in her arms, with flushed pink cheeks and a whisp of reddish hair poking out from beneath her bonnet. It still hurt to see his daughter, the ache in his chest too real to truly contemplate the loss, but the tiny little hands were his dearest comfort. For a moment the old man sat on the bed and rested his fingers to the glass of the frame, before getting up and heading back down stairs, leaving the soft haunting of his heart back up stairs for now. Eittle had beaten him back into the kitchen and was already up on a chair she had dragged over to the counter and was carefully unloading their collection. 

‘What shall with have Eit love?’ ‘Roasties! Please!’ Truthfully, Eittie’s Grandfather had been ill equipped to raise a child on his own. So set in his ways he didn’t have much range or idea for cooking interesting meals but to his great relief the little girl never seemed much bothered by the casual carousel of meat and veggies or soup. Dinner was simple as it always was. As her Grandfather cooked, Eittie set the table, carefully placing the knives and forks as they should be and often leaving a little flower or leaf by her Grandfathers as a small gesture of love. Tonight it was a rose petal, sitting gently on his napkin. As they ate, they talked about the garden and as the rain began to fall in the heavy soaking way it did in Scotland, they flung open the windows and the doors to let the sound and the cool air rush in. 

As they ate dessert, simple packet jelly and ice cream out of old cracked bowls, they pulled the chairs over to the back door, sticking their toes out into the water and laughing at the sensation of it. It was a small pleasure, one her Grandfather was terrified of loosing as she grew up. Still, there was still an entire Summer to go before she must go to school, there was still time to savour this before she got swept up in the job of growing up. As it always did, the cool air quietened down the evening and soon they had retreated back into the living room, closing up the doors and windows and putting on a small fire to make it toasty and warm. With the late night light, they sat under the window and pulled out the atlas, Eittie’s favourite book, and carefully looked for the page they had left off the night before. 

‘Where were we at, A Bhobain? Was it India?’ ‘Seanair! How could you forget! We’re at Nepal!’ Laughing, he flicked though the large pages until they found the map of Nepal, the piece of lined paper sitting carefully between the pages, with child like hand writing carefully making lists. ‘Okay.. so we have the capital city aye? Shall we find the Mountains tonight or the Rivers?’ It had become a tradition pretty quickly for them to explore a different country every week through the atlas. It was an old worn copy he had picked up from the local heart foundation charity shop when she had first arrived, trying to think of something to help teach her with. It was a surprise to find that despite the circumstances in which she had to undertake the journey, getting on the plane had sparked the little girls imagination and every night they spent hours talking about all of the places she wanted to visit one day. 

Now they sat and collected pages together, Eittie practicing her spelling and her letters, both of them learning about the countries they had never visited. All of the pages were destined to be bound with glue and tape into Eittie’s very first self published book titled ‘Where to next?. The long day in the garden had taken it’s toll and it was barely 9pm before the little girl was heavy on his lap and her voice slow and tired. Trying to push on, she was running her fingers over the map one minute, but the next was fast asleep, her head tucked in against his shoulder, pencil still in hand. Carefully her Grandfather slipped the atlas away and put it to one side and slowly getting up. ‘Come on, wee Eit, it’s bed time.’ There was a mumbled reply as she was roused into consciousness for a moment by movement, but she was heavy and limp again in his arms by the top of the stairs. 

Of course, as with any child, the moment she touched the sheets of her bed, she woke a little, her eyes catching sight of the roses and smiling sleepily. ‘Did ma like roses?’ The question caught her Grandfather off guard and he paused a moment before leaning down, carefully tucking the little girl in before reaching over and pushing open the window a fraction so she could hear the rain better over night. ‘Yes she did, she planted that bush before she left for college. Always said she wanted it to grow beneath her window so she could smell them. Never got tall enough while she was around. Perhaps for you it will grow better, hmm?’ Eittie was quiet a moment, her eyes closed as the softness of the pillow and the warmth of the blankets seemed to drag her back to sleep. Smiling, her Grandfather pushed back her hair from her face and leaned down to kiss her forehead goodnight. ‘What if I forget her?’ There was sad confusion in the little girls voice and even though he had to steady his own, her Grandfathers voice was warm and reassuring as he turned out the light. 

‘Don’t worry, my wee Eit, I’ll always remember for the both of us.’