• Queen of the Garden of Girls, part 18 - a work in progress inspired by Beauty and the Beast

    Queen of the Garden of Girls, Part 18

    Chapter Eight Hazel was a quiet soul. She wasn’t one for small talk. It was hard to get to know her at first, but, once we hit on something we had in common, it was hard to shut her up. I sometimes wished I had let her be in her quiet little world. My ears would have thanked me. Still, she was quite knowledgeable on gardening and helped create the herb garden. I planted the Peace rose in her honor, because that’s all I wanted after she left. Robert tugged at a particularly stubborn weed, wondering how he had missed the nearly two foot tall thing until it had reached…

  • Queen of the Garden of Girls, Part 17 - a story inspired by Beauty and the Beast

    Queen of the Garden of Girls, Part 17

    (Chapter 7 continued) “I’ve heard you dated Bradley Hunter,” Rose said abruptly, flatly. Startled, Elaina lifted her eyes from where she was watching Clarice stick pins near her waist. “Yes, I did. For two years.” “Missed the lifestyle of the wealthy, did you?” “No,” Elaina said, almost too fast. “Not at all. I like a quiet life.” “And yet here you are, companion to my son, the heir to the largest fortune around.” “It was neither my intention nor my idea. My friends thought I needed a diversion from job hunting, so talked me into joining them yesterday. I never thought Robert would choose me.” “Yet he did.” Elaina had…

  • Queen of the Garden of Girls, Part 16 - a story inspired by Beauty and the Beast

    Queen of the Garden of Girls, Part 16

    (Chapter 7 continued) It was so fast that Elaina had to stifle another gasp as her feet suddenly kicked into gear. Her heart was thudding and her stomach was doing uncomfortable loops. She hadn’t expected to be alone in Rose’s presence so soon. What was it that Robert had to do? Rose walked quickly. She faced forward, trusting Elaina to scurry after her. The only parts of her that seemed to actually move were her legs and feet. Her neck and torso didn’t even bend a millimeter as they descended a staircase. They stopped abruptly at a mahogany door. Without ceremony, or even acknowledging Elaina’s presence, she opened the door…

  • Queen of the Garden of Girls, part 5 - a story inspired by Beauty and the Beast

    Queen of the Garden of Girls, part 5

    Chapter Three Olivia was beautiful and poised. Almost like a China doll. She was five years older than me and college educated. She was a wealth of knowledge I drank up. Unfortunately, she proved to be about as delicate as she looked. Fortunately, she helped convince my mother a college education would greatly benefit me if I was to inherit my father’s empire. The Blue Moon rose was planted in her honor. There was a reason why the house staff called it the Brown Room. It was always in hushed whispers or low mutters to each other. “The Brown Room needs a scrub.” “The young master is in the Brown…

  • Queen of the Garden of Girls, part 4 - a story inspired by Beauty and the Beast

    Queen of the Garden of Girls, part 4

    (Chapter Two continued) Two days later, Elaina found herself wrapped in an ice blue evening gown, her feet jammed into four inch high heels, her hair pulled back into a low chignon, and her favorite paperback pressed possessively to her chest. She stumbled along behind her friends as they and dozens of other women made their way up the long driveway of Roderick Hall. Her constant mutters and the uneven clicks of her heels assured Camille and Lily she was right behind them, so neither complained about her lagging behind. “Stop, Elaina.” Lily’s amused tone had her looking up sharply a step before she would have walked right into Camille,…

  • Queen of the Garden of Girls, part 3 - a story inspired by Beauty and the Beast

    Queen of the Garden of Girls, part 3

    Chapter Two Jessica was everything Linda hadn’t been. She was quiet and thoughtful, philosophical almost. We had deep conversations that lasted far into the night. She wasn’t a great beauty, but a great conversationalist. I could really open up to her. I thought she might stay because she was so introverted, but I missed the fact that she was hopelessly attached to her twin sister. The distance was too great. I planted the Best Friend rose in her honor, wishing I could have been her best friend. A week after moving back into her childhood bedroom, Elaina still wasn’t settled. Even though she was surrounded by the comforts of home…

  • Queen of the Garden of Girls, part 2 - a story inspired by Beauty and the Beast

    Queen of the Garden of Girls, part 2

    (Chapter One continued) There was a time when Elaina would have done anything to live in the center of the city, away from the quite suburb she’d grown up in. Her life had been quiet and dull, though she had been comfortable. At least, until she went away to college in a major city and newfound friends had shown her everything she had missed out on during her childhood. When she moved home, living downtown had been a no-brainer. Which was why she was surprised when no pangs of sorrow hit her as she drove away from the cold glass office building that soared into the sky, falling just short…

  • Queen of the Garden of Girls, part 1- a story inspired by Beauty and the Beast

    Queen of the Garden of Girls, part 1

    A work in progress based on Beauty and the Beast that will hopefully be finished. Unedited and for your amusement. Chapter One Linda was beautiful. Beautiful and elegant and sophisticated. Nineteen to my seventeen, she was every guy’s dream. Poetry fell from her lush red lips. Her blue eyes twinkled with naughty secrets. Her hips swayed like a hypnotist’s pendulum. She charmed me and filled my nights with dreams that would make my mother run her off the estate. But Linda was fragile. She broke easily. I planted the American Beauty in her honor. “We need to break up.” Elaina Linden cringed as the words escaped her lips, but she needed to…

  • Raven, Chapter 15

    My following continued to grow and grow while the other Thief Lords’ remained at status quo. I was pleased, but they were not. I didn’t know they were planning on killing me, but thankfully Aven is always thinking of these things and was smart enough to keep eyes and ears out to keep me safe. I owe my life to Aven. -writing on the cell wall   Quin leaned against the desk as he gave his report to Corinn, his arms crossed over his chest. He spoke quietly and concisely, reporting what he had heard and seen hiding out near Raven’s cavern network. Corinn was leaning back in his seat,…

  • Raven, Chapter 14

    The Thief Lords couldn’t believe I would dare to kill two of their own. They were slow to accept me as one of them. I was only sixteen when I tried to establish myself. They only saw me as a girl trying to be one of them. But after I killed two of their number, they were a little more afraid. Still, it took two years to become a recognized Thief Lord. -writing on the cell wall   It was starting to become easier to work with Onna as her adviser, but she missed Aven dearly. Her cat burglars had managed to steal his body from the city infirmary, where…