Elsy Pawelak
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Just wondering what makes it all human.
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Innocence Lost, Paradise Pending
I love eating sweets during the holidays. I’m a sucker for things like toffee and chocolate with peppermint, and my mom was too. For our Christmases, she would bake a variation of a cereal bar that she covered in chocolate and butterscotch and was certainly all too good. I had almost forgotten about it entirely until my aunt made it again this year. We called it Special K candy. The moniker didn’t age well; but, I don’t come from a family of drug users, so I’m assuming the Special K reference may have been over their heads at its inception.
By Elsy Pawelak3 years ago in Families
The Scale of Famine
Rubacaus flew low over the pine and birch tree covered highlands near Venvolde. It was spring. The dampness and dew from the night transitioning into morning felt soft and refreshing on his scaly body. As the change of seasons dictated, there would be a meeting at the Draconus Council to discuss the old and the new. Rubacaus knew the humans would once again take up a majority of their conversation, given the circumstances. The resources of the surrounding area had not been plentiful in years. Several human societies had come forth to barter with the dragons; but with nothing to give, it was more of an attempted trade of words for resources.
By Elsy Pawelak3 years ago in Fiction
Chrysalis. Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge.
The air smelled sweet with hay and was laced with the muskiness of animals that had long since passed through the barn. It hurt, a little, to lay on such old hay. It scratched at her skin and the tips were dagger sharp, if the dagger in question was dull enough to avoid piercing. The skin of her arms held this evidence in the form of light scratches. She was thankful to be wearing jeans this time; her outfits didn’t always coordinate with her escapes.
By Elsy Pawelak4 years ago in Fiction
Ophie the Motorized Gladiator
She’d been making money the dirty way, and she knew in 2065 a person like her had little to no choice but to do things exactly like that: dirty. Ophie, who was supposed to be Sophie if the nurse was competent enough to type it correctly, partook in a growing subset of alternative entertainment known as gladiator motocross racing. The races were a combination obstacle course for two racers that involved extremities of all kinds. The courses changed every race and became increasingly extreme each passing year as more money fed the beast.
By Elsy Pawelak5 years ago in Futurism
