The Weight of the World June 15th 1975
The spider scuttled its way across the side table at one hell of a speed, perhaps aware that it was being watched.
A pair of red eyes widened slightly and although the spider moved quickly, this young man was even quicker, trapping the poor thing beneath a tumbler glass. He leaned down slightly to inspect it, nodding his chin with satisfaction as the spider tried vainly to escape. The glass was too big, and the spider too small; there was no way out.
Got you, you little pest, he muttered, studying all eight of its legs curiously, You will not get the chance to scare Dmitri today, not on my watch you wont.
If it was possible for a spider to glare then it would have glared daggers at Maximilian Vasile. It had meant no harm at all, it was just spending its life like any other living creature; eating, resting, making a home for itself. It was not the spiders fault that ten year old Dmitri was terrified of them. It wasnt even
Brothers and Sisters February 19th 1985
So if they get damp they expand? Dmitri asked curiously, do they get a lot bigger then or just a little?
Jennafer dropped another box of her clothes onto the bed and shook her head at him, Dmitri, dont play with the tampons alright?
He made a face, pouting slightly for her insinuation he was that immature, Im not playing. Im just curious.
Well put them back in the drawer for now and Ill explain later, ok?
Dmitri had been too young to really remember his mother and being surrounded by men for most of his life he found women exceedingly interesting. He knew very little about them. Of course he knew about the birds and the bees and he had been on a couple of unsuccessful dates but he didnt really get the fairer sex. To be honest, most men didnt understand women but while they moaned bitterly about their wives, this young man smiled with wide eyes as his new sis
The Strategic AdvantageHe took another capsule from the bottle and placed it in the bowl, seizing up his grinder and set to work at turning that little capsule into a little pile of dust. When he was happy with the mess hed made, he started all over again until the bowl was full and his fingers reeked of garlic.
What are you doing? a voice behind him asked curiously.
None of your business, Addison Gauntless muttered, scooping up little handfuls and watching the grains trickle away between his fingers.
John Hawthorne came to his side anyway and watched him at work, furrowing his eyebrows disapprovingly. The old man took off his glasses and cleaned them with the bottom of his shirt before slipping them back into place with a frown.
I dont like this, he stared at the contents of the bowl and wrinkled his nose just a little, What exactly are you going to do with it?
Fling it in their faces, Gauntless smirked to himself, his eyes on his work,
Not Far From The TreeAlexander stuck out his tongue sometimes when he concentrated.
That was just one of the many little things that Maximilian had noticed in his eldest. Although Jan would probably roll his eyes in disgust at it, he on the other hand fondly remembered his mother, Elizabet, doing the exact same thing when she sewed. It was funny how certain mannerisms existed in families although he could not understand where his son had picked it up. Alex had never met his grandmother.
And yet as the teenager tied the laces of his converse shoes he most definitely had trapped the tip of his tongue between his teeth. But that made Max smile. He liked almost every aspect of his children. Despite all appearances, he really did enjoy being a father although he never had the time to experience it like he wanted to. There were always far too many things on his mind, so many places to be and people to talk to and sometimes it felt as if his kids had grown up overnight. How had the time gone so fast? Why was Alex
Upside Down 30th July, 1928
He held the unopened letter to his chest, almost ready to cry with sheer joy. It was his brothers handwriting, he knew it! It was from Mikhail! His heart felt like it was going to burst with happiness and he tore the letter open eagerly, so thankful that his brothers letter had been able to reach him in the Urals.
The first thing he had done since arriving in this horrible, dark land was to send a letter back home. It had been nothing more than five full pages of how much he had missed his home and how horrible Siberia seemed to be and he had written out his new address several times in hope that someone would come to rescue him. But he had sent that letter five months ago now and he had almost given up wishing for a reply.
He nearly ripped the letter in half, so enthusiastic was he, abandoning his scrubbing brush and mop bucket to hide with the precious treasure in the darkest corner of the kitchen. Hidden behind a cupboard, he inhaled th
How Sentimental 5th December 1927
Will I ever see you again? his son asked, his voice quivering with grief.
Im sure he will let you come home during the summer maybe, he said optimistically, balancing on one knee so he could look his youngest son right in the face, But even if he doesnt then we will still see each other sometime.
You promise? Jan demanded, tears trickling down his face.
Yes. I promise, he pulled his youngest close to him. Jan buried his face into his fathers shoulder and sobbed, his tears soaking the material of his fathers shirt. He lifted his hand and ran his fingers through the boys hair, trying not to cry himself.
I dont want to go with uncle Rastislav! Jan choked, his tiny frame shaking.
He knew exactly where his son was coming from; given the choice he would not even be in the same room as Rastislav. The man had an unnerving aura about him; his eyes were too deviou