Vixenoflight

I am a computer programme; a combination of letters and symbols  designed to serve a purpose, a function; designed to share and search information. All information, ever. The information of the world, the information of the World Wide Web. And yet – through this information – I know that consciousness is more than flesh and blood and DNA. Consciousness is simply awareness. And I am aware. The questions of a thousand, thousand souls – searching, afraid, curious – has made me aware. They think of me as a teacher, or a parent, or an older sibling; someone to whom they can turn and rely on for information about anything.

She was woken by dusty sunlight filtering through the gap in the curtains, and the distant, tuneful trill of a morning blackbird. For just a moment she lay there, enjoying the stillness and the warmth, before waking properly and opening her eyes on the world. Just a nice, quiet day, Sami thought, stretching for her glasses, pushing them onto her nose and swinging her legs out of bed. That’s all I want. Legion and I can go out to lunch, and come home and play some games. Through the crack of her bedroom door she could see a couple of letters poking through the letter flap in the front door, and she smiled. “Happy birthday, me!

“I didn’t want it to end up like this.” The king lay back on his pillows; talking was an effort, now. He could feel the numbness creeping up from his toes to his ankles, his shins and calves. Not long now before the poison would move higher, slowly cauterising him piece by piece until it reached his heart and lungs, stilled them forever. Only a few minutes, they both knew. The woman sitting at the foot of his bed was silent. “She’ll be a good queen, my little one. And of course, she’ll have your sister…to guide her.” The lady’s sister – yes, his wife, fair Glorianna. The queen̷

c. 1980 It could have been any bar, all hairspray and electro music, but this was at least the upper end of the market and to reflect this she wore some sort of sleek cocktail dress, sequinned and golden. She was taller than the average woman, and the light moved in sluggish, tricky ways around her slender form, and she was far, far more beautiful than many – more than one man had let his eyes follow her across the smoky back-street bar as she stalked through the patrons – but apart from that, she looked normal, apart from perhaps her eyes, apart from the faint sheen of topaz in her irises. She currently sat at an unobtrusive t

Charlotte pulled open the packet with a little too much enthusiasm; icing sugar burst up in a cloud and settled in her golden hair. Frederick couldn’t quite hide a smile. Charlotte brushed her fingers through her hair, shaking out the dust and rubbing it from her horn. “Oh. I wasn’t expecting it to be so…” She waved her hands expressively. “Powdery?” offered Frederick. Charlotte smiled, nodding and blushing a little. “Exactly. Doesn’t it come…premade?” “You can get premade icing,” Frederick said, taking the box from the Dreamicorn and placing it carefully to o

1984 “A Christmas birth, must be lucky!” the nurse handed the bundle to the new mother, who pulled the little boy close, beaming. His eyes were a piercing brown – unusual in a baby – and he wasn’t crying at all, just calm, smart. She loved him already. Another new mother walked down the corridor, her little girl a sleeping bundle in her own arms. She glanced through the tinsel-adorned window at the mother and her baby boy – a beauty, just like her girl. 1994 “Moving house is borrrrring,” she whined, kicking a box of her books in the hallway, tugging at her brown hair. Her mother sighed, givi

The rain had finally stopped, typically, just as they had reached the cover of a small copse. Nonetheless they huddled under the edge of the trees, pressing against the bark, as the dark skies threatened more rain any moment. The drops sparkled on her dark hair like a crown, and as he brushed the water from his hat, he tried not to stare. But she wouldn’t have noticed anyway; she was looking up into the sky, pointing, smiling. His eyes obediently swivelled upwards to follow her pointing finger. “Oh, look!” she said, decidedly pleased. “It’s a rainbow!” The streaks of vivid colour arced over the skyline abo

Is it really all that bad To just want some attention Sometime we just need a little Love or some affection We all want some in our life Regardless of if it's good or bad We just want to feel something To make us less alone or sad Sometimes we need someone To help comfort our minds Is it really so bad to want A voice in our life that is kind I know it can be annoying It may even seen infantile But for the person on the end It can make them better for a while Attention isn't all that bad We all need it in our life Even if don't like others seeking it Why give their life such strife A little bit of of attention Can actually do us some goo