The Many Writings of K. A. Jones

Written for LJ user wyld_dandelyon’s prompt: the fire of poetry.

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Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.

This story was written for dreamwidth user meeks.

Aurora stared into the flames, wondering how other people felt on their eighteenth birthday. It was a day that would define the rest of their lives but no one ever talked about it. She knew why. Talking about it would make the possibility of it happening more real. Being a user of magic could be a death sentence and that was enough to terrify everyone. Parents dreaded the thought of losing their child while her generation was worried that they would never fulfil their potential. They all had plans for their future, which was something she’d never been able to do. After spending several days poring over the family trees of everyone in town she knew that she was the only person who had two magic users for parents. Her fate was inevitable.

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Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.

Written for dreamwidth user meeks’ prompt about Aurora’s world’s equivalent of Samhain.

Harrison looked around the square, even though he knew that Aurora wouldn’t be there. She avoided all of the celebrations she could, which was understandable, and Sauin Day was the hardest of all. If Harrison had a choice he wouldn’t have been there either, but he didn’t because he was the Crown Prince. Sighing, he sipped his drink again and wished for the absinthe that Aurora had brought down from the mountains. It would knock him out in about ten minutes so he wouldn’t have to listen to the same speeches again. First his father would talk about how grateful he was that another year had passed safely, thanks to the work done by the Prime Minister and Head of Security; followed by the Prime Minister giving his speech on how wonderful the King was and how he was thankful that they were kept safe from magic users; and finally there would be a speech from the Head of Security, and the Army, who would reiterate what the Prime Minister said.

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Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.

This story was written for meeks.

Aurora stared into the flames, wondering how other people felt on their eighteenth birthday. It was a day that would define the rest of their lives but no one ever talked about it. She knew why. Talking about it would make the possibility of it happening more real. Being a user of magic could be a death sentence and that was enough to terrify everyone. Parents dreaded the thought of losing their child while her generation was worried that they would never fulfil their potential. They all had plans for their future, which was something she'd never been able to do. After spending several days poring over the family trees of everyone in town she knew that she was the only person who had two magic users for parents. Her fate was inevitable.

 

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Written for meeks's prompt about Aurora's world's equivalent of Samhain.

Harrison looked around the square, even though he knew that Aurora wouldn't be there. She avoided all of the celebrations she could, which was understandable, and Sauin Day was the hardest of all. If Harrison had a choice he wouldn't have been there either, but he didn't because he was the Crown Prince. Sighing, he sipped his drink again and wished for the absinthe that Aurora had brought down from the mountains. It would knock him out in about ten minutes so he wouldn't have to listen to the same speeches again. First his father would talk about how grateful he was that another year had passed safely, thanks to the work done by the Prime Minister and Head of Security; followed by the Prime Minister giving his speech on how wonderful the King was and how he was thankful that they were kept safe from magic users; and finally there would be a speech from the Head of Security, and the Army, who would reiterate what the Prime Minister said.

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This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.