Recent content by Marianna Goldsham

9/10 It has that lovely Tumblr vibe, but the text is too sharp in my opinion.

"I'm not Saffron," she muttered under her breath. "It's not like I really don't have a choice, of course, but they're my parents. I was conceived to please them, not to follow my own selfish desires."

"I want to be a chemist," she answered matter-of-factly, "but I'm going to be a lawyer." She imagined spending a large chunk of life working to get in a profession she loathed, then the rest being much miserable than she'd been without a career. With a childish scowl, she said (mostly to...

"Oh," she exclaimed, "then he's an architect, and she's a teacher!" She hit the ball. "My father's a lawyer," she boasted. "My mother, meanwhile, is a housewife. She wants me to be successful unlike her, which is why she pushes me extra hard to do well in school." There was a hint of bitterness...

"So you treat your hair like a canvas of sorts?" she uncomfortably said, not able to separate the concept of art from paper. She mindlessly threw the ball back to her. "Say, what do they do for a living? Are they artists with other better jobs or just artists?"

I ban Teigan because I think the sky is beautiful when the sun sets.

She glanced at her watch. "Time flies," she commented absentmindedly. "So, Erica, what's the explanation behind the hair color? I mean, it isn't natural, obviously. How'd you get your parents to agree?"

Alone.

Granted, but it also stops being considerate of your biggest, most irrational fears, swapping everything that could trigger an allergic reaction for what they know you find most frightening. I wish I didn't wish so much.

The brightness of her smile made her quite guilty for planning to avoid her, but her mind was already made up. "Okay. Let's go." She gave her a tiny grin and waited for her to lead.

"Thanks," she replied cautiously. Narrowing her eyes on Erica, she realized she no longer wanted to be around her, despite how genuinely pleasant her presence was. She wondered if she could somehow sense the fact that this was not the first time she'd accidentally done magic; her brain was...

She bit her lip and took a deep, relieved breath. "You know what? I think you're right." She gratefully smiled at her. "I'm sure there's a logical explanation it 'floated', too, if what I saw turns out not be a mere illusion. It's just natural and can be answered by science, right?"

She shut her eyes, unnerved. As she opened it, she inquired breathily, "Did you see that? Was I seeing things? It flew out of the bag!"

"Makes sense," she commented dryly, her eyes still fixed on the boy. A carrot-and-mayonnaise sandwich was then in her hands and she took her first bite when suddenly, very slowly, a crumpled piece of baby blue paper levitated its way out of his bag. At the sight, she almost choked on a soggy...

"Uh, no. Is it about popcorn?" She clearly was unimpressed. How could anyone like, she thought, much less write a song about popcorn?