Post by pinkie on Sept 18, 2008 7:12:53 GMT -5
I am on a roll! Boy, did i ever mention i love fluff? I love fluff. I do. It is the best. Yes, my teethe are rotting and i love it 
So, two stories in one day - i don't think i can do any better! This one was inspired by a dutch poem, which i did translate, but it just won't come up here as prettily as i wanted. It was called: Siberië and was written by: Bas Moeyaert.
Here goes nothing:
Why did it always seem as if the world was at a standstill when it snowed? Pomona asked herself. Everything was slowing down. She walked through the thin layer of fluffy snow towards her greenhouse. She hated to leave her bed these days. Plants waited for no man - or woman - she knew, but her warm duvet had been incredibly snuggly. Not to mention the warmth that radiated from Filius' body. Letting go of his skin was the ultimate challenge during this time of year.
The greenhouse was warm and Pomona lovingly tended to the plants she was multiplying. The orchids in their pastel colours and ferns that were luscious and green seemed to defy the cold outside. Her hands in the dirt, she felt extraordinarily calm. The snow outside usually made her quite serene. Time went by while Pomona watered and fed her precious dependants. When she felt the familiar gnawing and growling of her stomach, she put away her tools and wand, washed her hands and put on her coat before venturing back to the real world.
The snow was reaching halfway to her calves now and she heard the crunching of the cristals under her feet. The air was crisp and there were no more flakes coming down. Silence was surrounding her and Pomona could almost hear her heart pound. Her breaths were coming quickly as she laboured through the snow and white clouds came from her mouth. No branch of the trees near the school entry was disturbed by wind. Pomona felt as if she was alone in a magical world.
She pushed the sidedoor open and entered the castle. A wall of silence almost held her back. Pomona took a deep breath and kicked her boots against the wall to get the clots of snow off. Slowly she walked down the hall. No sounds were coming from the kitchen. Her coat was warm, as was the castle, but Pomona still shivered as she proceeded to her chambers.
Inside her rooms it was quiet. Cautiously, her wand in hand, Pomona walked over to the bedroomdoor and flung it open without a warning.
Filius was in bed, snoring away. Pomona giggled at herself. Magical world indeed. The week of the Christmas vacation, hardly a student in the building. She looked at the clock. Hardly an hour had passed since had torn herself away from that warm, comfortable bed. The hunger she had felt was for breakfast, not lunch. How time and silence had played a trick on her! Undressed and with her hair down, Pomona crawled back into bed, her skin against Filius' skin. Before she drifted off, she thought:
"This will be a lovely, slow Saturday..."
So, two stories in one day - i don't think i can do any better! This one was inspired by a dutch poem, which i did translate, but it just won't come up here as prettily as i wanted. It was called: Siberië and was written by: Bas Moeyaert.
Here goes nothing:
Prompt #21 Slow
Why did it always seem as if the world was at a standstill when it snowed? Pomona asked herself. Everything was slowing down. She walked through the thin layer of fluffy snow towards her greenhouse. She hated to leave her bed these days. Plants waited for no man - or woman - she knew, but her warm duvet had been incredibly snuggly. Not to mention the warmth that radiated from Filius' body. Letting go of his skin was the ultimate challenge during this time of year.
The greenhouse was warm and Pomona lovingly tended to the plants she was multiplying. The orchids in their pastel colours and ferns that were luscious and green seemed to defy the cold outside. Her hands in the dirt, she felt extraordinarily calm. The snow outside usually made her quite serene. Time went by while Pomona watered and fed her precious dependants. When she felt the familiar gnawing and growling of her stomach, she put away her tools and wand, washed her hands and put on her coat before venturing back to the real world.
The snow was reaching halfway to her calves now and she heard the crunching of the cristals under her feet. The air was crisp and there were no more flakes coming down. Silence was surrounding her and Pomona could almost hear her heart pound. Her breaths were coming quickly as she laboured through the snow and white clouds came from her mouth. No branch of the trees near the school entry was disturbed by wind. Pomona felt as if she was alone in a magical world.
She pushed the sidedoor open and entered the castle. A wall of silence almost held her back. Pomona took a deep breath and kicked her boots against the wall to get the clots of snow off. Slowly she walked down the hall. No sounds were coming from the kitchen. Her coat was warm, as was the castle, but Pomona still shivered as she proceeded to her chambers.
Inside her rooms it was quiet. Cautiously, her wand in hand, Pomona walked over to the bedroomdoor and flung it open without a warning.
Filius was in bed, snoring away. Pomona giggled at herself. Magical world indeed. The week of the Christmas vacation, hardly a student in the building. She looked at the clock. Hardly an hour had passed since had torn herself away from that warm, comfortable bed. The hunger she had felt was for breakfast, not lunch. How time and silence had played a trick on her! Undressed and with her hair down, Pomona crawled back into bed, her skin against Filius' skin. Before she drifted off, she thought:
"This will be a lovely, slow Saturday..."
