The fish was bland. It was a reoccurring theme Teren thought disgusted. It was as if they detested his presence, but if it was the case why had they not asked him to leave?
He had been asked here by his father several times, to a dying household, this lesser nobleman had been running into trouble ...
“You can change.”
What a simple sentence. Yet it always held, at least for me, the illusion of time.
I don’t have much time left you see. Maybe it’s for the best. I couldn’t tell you. All I know is that staring brings me some comfort. Sitting alone in the woods, it feels like there is ...
"You didn't have to do that." Nick said.
"I know, but I did it anyways." Samantha said with a premature giggle.
"Why quit your job? You were making good money… I mean, why would you quit just for me?" Nick asked, a thoughtful expression planted on his fac...
Sunday, March 17, 2013
5:26 PM
"I can't help but wonder what they will think of us?" Trevard said, looking out on desolate plains below, gashes in the land stretching out from the bottom of the white walls,with craters from catapults and the like empty, and emitting a strange foul...
Allan the sentinel of the garden sat perched like a bird on the guard platform. It was the second age and the bringer of life had fallen to the glorious dark. He had had a hand in that, Allan supposed. It had been his plan after all that had been accepted by the nightwalkers, he had even waved the b...
Cherry blossoms stirred in the autumn breeze, stone steps leading to the palace gardens cracked and weathered appeared gloomy and uninviting. No living thing had graced the castle steps in years, but almost in contradiction to this fact iron shod boots struck the ground rhythmically which revealed a...
In the sun apparatus things existed that existed nowhere else. Energy impossible to create without it was in short supply and only one man was allowed to enter. Hot even under her thermonuclear shield plating Ve’yan stepped inside the apparatus, the door shutting with a mechanic clang behind her. ...
The bullets were flying the bombs were falling and as usual the medics were running. Running always the constant drum of my feet against the dirt, the call had been made, a call is always made. For more boys to die, my comrades and friends taking enemy positions along the muddy ridge, but was never ...
The clock tolled the hour within the empty room. Tattered paintings, torn curtains and worn walls adorned the room, which was devoid of furniture. Except the clock, the tolling clock, the ever ringing clock, the peal of the clock. Where it sat amongst the dusty floorboards and scurrying mice. The ce...
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