The Mystic Rose

      Jayne Amanda Maynes
The Mystic Rose

One thing held true in all the stories however, the one constant in all the stories was the Mystic Rose was a guide to the lost, be they lost in riches, or lost in poverty.The Mystic Rose, a rose of mixed colors that can only be believed if it is seen. That's what most of the stories says about it, but there are other stories as well. Stories about how it isn't even a rose at all, how it's a person, a jewel, or something no one is quite sure what. The oldest stories say it's something different for each generation, and it shows up for a limited time every twenty years and the only one who knows just what the Mystic Rose is, is the person it shows itself to.
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    Holiday Short Stories

      Jayne Amanda Maynes
Holiday Short Stories

The stories in this collection each show acceptance of others simply because they are, once the preconceived conception of others needing to fit in a molds constructed by a society lost in dogma.The stories in this collection each show acceptance of others simply because they are, once the preconceived conception of others needing to fit in a molds constructed by a society lost in dogma. I hope the reader of these stories will learn to reach outside the box of social sameness and learn that holding onto prejudices hurts most those who are prejudice, that true freedom comes from accepting others simply because they are aside from personal beliefs.
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    The Hidden Rose

      Jayne Amanda Maynes
The Hidden Rose

“Mac what would you think if I told you I hate being called sir, that I'd rather be called ma'am?”“The old lady is still calling you daughter isn't she?”“Mac this goes back way before we ever met grandmother. As long as I can remember I've felt I should have been female not male.”“I'm not sure I understand. Witches and vampires don't associate with each other. I guess in a way we are terrified of each other. Vampires tend to hide their magic because even the weakest witch in a fight could completely incapacitate the strongest vampire. If we can lure them into our magic before they are able to cast they lose their magic either through death of becoming a vampire.”“No they don't, it just becomes foreign to them. I can sense the different kinds of magic, and have yet to find anyone who could hide their magic from me.”“Sam that's not possible. I can sense another vampire but a witch is difficult at best for me and the other creatures that have magic I can't sense at all.”“Maybe you can't but I can. You don't believe me take me out somewhere and let me prove it to you. The magic calls to me, it wants me. I can tell you are holding your magic hidden right now. You're one of the strongest vampires I've ever come across, even stronger than Mac or Chuck who were both born vampires.”“Sam you don't have any magic, there isn't a witch alive I can't sense, and you have no magic.”“I have no magic Chris? I'm a natural born witch. My oldest sister is the most powerful witch to lead White Rose coven in a thousand years and her strength in the elemental magic is as nothing compared to mine. You think you have blood magic? How do you think it is no vampire can hide from me? I can command the blood magic the same as the elemental magic. I am White Rose! I am White Lotus! I am magic!”Chris stepped back with a look of shock and fear both in his eyes as I drew in my magic and he felt the enormity of it all. I felt all the magic flowing through me and asked again if he loved me.“How much do you love me Chris? Which is more important to you, your life, or your magic? Is it me you love or the magic I command?”“I never asked for the magic, a magic that has marked me for the remainder of my life. A magic that is so much a part of the lives of those I care most about. If the cost of sharing in your love is the magic that I have, take it I never asked for it in the first place. I only ever wanted the woman that completes me as a man.”“For all my life I was thought to be a man, but at no time was that true. I've been hidden away for a special time, a time which is still not here. You see father of blood the daughter of elements cannot be revealed until the time is ripe for her unveiling.”Kathy and Nicole both came running in fear in their eyes that something had happened to their mother of choice.I fell in a heap on the floor no idea what happened. Chris was bent over me helping me try to stand a worried look on his face.
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