A Warrior's Ways
In a land where people had been battling over lands and resources for thousands of years, and for as long as anyone could remember, the greatest aspiration was to die valiantly in battle.
Life for many was simply as poor peasants, a few land owners did a little better, but most of the wealth was in the hands of the elite nobility who not only owned lands, but waged wars to gain and keep land.
These wealthy nobles were often warriors who fought amongst one another for power and titles, wives and husbands, slaves and prized animals, so as one worked up the ranks in the militaries, they had a chance to grow in power and reputation until eventually they could challenge any noble other than the one they were conscripted
One such up-and-comer took the lands of a nobleman just the year before he was killed in a battle in a neighboring country, leaving his wife with three young children and nobody to defend her right to keep the land.
She kept the news of the death quiet by bribing the king, promising her lands and resources to always be beholden and even offering the hand of her daughter, the youngest of her three children to anybody he wished to have her, even himself if so he desired.
As time went along, however, the king decided that he needed warriors more than he needed wives, so he told the woman he wanted all her three children to become conscripted knights in his elite forces and to have them come and train each day and become elite fighters in his personal guard.
The woman could not refuse, so the two boys and one girl went to the king's elite fighting school and there they spent the next twenty years of their lives training.
The first age of conscripted service for the king was to begin at the age of twenty five, and this was when Malonda began her service.
She and her brothers would serve as lower level guards and often faced raiders and uprisings, but they were of very good stock and all were well suited to handling a sword, so they handily dispatched all who came at them.
This soon earned them all a good reputation and elevated them through the ranks, so that by the time Malonda was thirty, she was an elite Stousch and wore the black and silver quilted leather vest over her plate armor, indicating that she was in fact one of the elite of the elite in the king's royal guard.
But, as all things go, peace was not the ways of these people, and finally the day came when a neighboring country decided it was strong enough to take the country she lived in.
She knew that this may well be the war in which her name would be carved in a legendary pillar and sang by wenches in taverns all about the country, or it might be the day everything she held dear would be taken captive and controlled by this other nation.
Either way, she and her siblings joined the king as they marched out to face the approaching enemy.
"A Song on the Wind"
A song on the wind sang to me
A touch in the rain reached out to me
A hope on the horizon pulled at me
A heart in the flame called out to me
A word from your mouth emboldened me
A look from your eyes instilled in me
A touch from your hand empowered me
A wish from your heart commanded me
A voice in the dark spake to me
A cloud in the sky covered me
A flower in your hand caressed me
A scent in your hair it captured me
A night in the wild transfigured me
A day in the garden reminded me
A sigh in the breeze has carried me
A kiss from your lips imprisoned me
And with a vow from your lips you married me.
Getting to Know You
The Hard Way
In the distant lands of Restoshian lived a young, and rather odd looking girl of fourteen who was the daughter of two soldiers.
Rastia Ksiitan was also the oldest of eight children and proud to be a big sister to all of them, but before anything else in life, she was first an foremost, a solder.
Both mother and father had served as common foot soldiers as had their parents and their parents before them.
It had come to be a caste system over the millennia by accident it seemed.
Somehow, soldiers would meet and fall in love and marry and have children who would themselves carry on the family tradition.
It is unknown how long this has gone on, just as it is unknown how long this country had been a monarchy. I simply was and that's how it seemed it was going to stay.
Rastia was a gawky, spunky, flat chested, freckle faced girl with pigtails and an overly exuberant and often annoying personality, but she was a fierce fighter, naturally talented and undyingly loyal to the monarchy she had never yet met.
She held the belief that the ruler was the country, and without the ruler there was no nation and without a nation there was no purpose. She came to this rationalization all on her own. She would tout it to the other children, be they soldiers or not.
She had trained since she could walk and was proficient in everything, but she preferred the spear and glavie type weapons. She liked the additional reach and extension of power she felt it added to her. She would often for hours practice against other weapons forms just so she could hone the weapon skill into a true advantage.
She knew that close in fighting would put normal spear wielders at a disadvantage so she worked extra hard to learn the ins and outs of both using and defending against all other weapons she might encounter.
And even though there had not been a war since her parents were children, it was not wise to be unprepared, so mock wars and tournaments were held every season to prepare the soldiers for the eventualities of all kinds of weather in all kinds of terrain.
Time and time again, in her age division, Rastia won handily and was on her way to the tournament one day when a royal Advisor met her along the road walking to the tournament.
“A soldier I take it?” He said as he rode nearby on a fine steed in the scorching noonday sun.
“Yes sir!” she proudly piped up, “And a champion at that!” she boasted.
“A champion, you say?” his demeanor patronizing.
“Yes sir!” she continued unfazed.
“And do you expect to win again this tournament?” he queried light heartedly, not thinking too much of the conversation but that it was a mere diversion of thought from his real task which was to recruit potential candidates for the royal elite guard, since part of his job was to scout out top talent for the replacement of retiring soldiers and officers.
“I always do sir!” she sang forth.
“Always you say?”
“Yes sir!” she proudly responded and added, “This year I am old enough to CHALLENGE!|
“You are, ey?” he mused to him self, “this little girl surely doesn't appear to be fourteen...”
“And who do you expect you shall challenge?” he queried with interest.
To his shock, she casually swiveled her head on her shoulders without breaking stride and with a backward glance indicated the chief of his own royal delegate patrol, “Him sir!”
The patrol officer stumbled and everybody behind him crashed into him sending the whole of them tumbling and sprawling to the ground, but Rastia never broke stride but with a pleasant smile on her face faced back forward and continued walking as if nothing ever happened, her gleaming dragon blade bearing merry little bells which jingled in the wind because she walked so smoothly she seemed to have no gait.
The soldiers all grunting and cursing in anger and dismay hurried to get off one another and back into a sense of dignity with such words as “Get off my face you oaf!” and “Watch where you point that thing!”
The Chief of Patrol reared his dust covered head and glaring at the young maiden in armor growled menacingly and then barked, “Resume formations! March!”
The Advisor was not sure if the girl were crazy or just that good. Either way, it was clear she was one to be watched!
Hmm.. I like this, my work however is on fanfiction and can be read there.. excerpt? Easier just to go there I think...
3 Sekirei stories
1 Freezing x Sekirei crossover thats just been started.
Yes, I scanlate, make sure to support your mangaka's wherever you can! - I a...
This is original story from me. I don't know how well I'm gunna be able to execute it though, haha.
Humanity has come to a standstill, or so the aged say. The aged are constantly on repeat of the old earth and how it used to look and how the people used to live on it. They speak with a twinkle in their aged eyes, but the earth they speak of sounds like an awful place. This earth they talk of sounds even worse than our own world. They tell us numerous stories of the diseases they would inflict upon themselves and they would tell us of the wars that plagued their nations. Listening to them describe their society is tiring. The people they herald as heroes were never worthy of praise to begin with.
Not like we’re much better off.
The year is 3146 A.D.. The diseases the aged speak of have been eradicated out through medical experiments, but there is one that remains. The wars that they speak of have all ceased due to humanity no longer having nations. The discrimination they speak of has been done away with due to our social progressions.
Humanity is trapped. At least that is what the aged say. We have completely constructed a new society and environment for human beings to live since the earth itself has become plagued. Human kind has constructed an entire tower that reaches far into the heavens. Communities are stacked and stacked upon one another in levels. We’re all connected to one another and we travel between them by high speed elevators. The outside of the tower is rigid with weathered down stairs. Here is where humanity has thrived for the past two hundred years. The aged would say this is where humanity has been trapped for the past two hundred years. The aged are highly ungrateful. If it wasn’t for the medical advances this society had done they would all be dust by now.
Mankind has changed, or so the aged tell us. They talk of multiple different types of colors of skins and they tell us of the variations of eye and hair color they had when they were young. Races have basically been eliminated now. Humanity over the years has bred to become all one race. Everyone here has skin that would best be described as looking like dirt, everyone looks like they’re tanned. Black hair and brown eyes are the dominate features as well. It is extremely rare for someone to have light skin, but it is also extremely rare for anyone to have really dark skin. Children born with different features are usually treated as some sort of oddity, but we must all treat each other the same so despite that all people think the same the young are reprimanded for their mistreatment towards another human. There are stories of when mankind would hate and kill each other over the color of their skin. We don’t have that anymore because everyone is the same. The aged tells us we’re all plain looking people, they talk about how they used to worship someone for their good looks, but that is unnecessary in today. Especially since we have those we will breed with chosen for us. Falling in love and getting married on your own is rare in today’s world. This sickens the aged the most it seems, they hate how ‘unloving’ mankind has been, but marriage and romance are unneeded when your mate will be chosen for you. Occasionally there are those who get married, but that is more of a luxury than anything.
They tell us we’re just a shell of what man was, but the history books tell us of the horror that mankind was before the virus came and infected man. The aged speak with rose colored glasses. They speak of a world that was filled with hatred of one another over petty things such as a man loving another man, or a woman simply not knowing her place, but they speak of it with praise. This world is a kinder better place. Surely mankind has progressed.
i am to be your eyes
great read. Keep up the good work!
I'm very strict about posting my work because I'm not published yet and I don't want idiots stealing my work.
Soo enjoy this spoiler...
You actually thought I was going to tell you a line?! NOO. You get to wait like all the others. =D
You do realize as soon as you post anywhere online that shows the date it was posted it's automatically copyrighted, right? Better to secure it now before someone else takes your idea without realizing it and it becomes less original as time goes on. And even if that wasn't the case you could just post a small vague scene that has nothing to do with the plot of your story.
"Excuse me miss, may I please borrow your underwear?
This is an original story I wrote based on the myth of Cupid and Psyche with anime elements mixed in, especially from Inuyasha and Bleach.
If you want to read the whole thing you can download it for free at https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/506019
Akaru paused on the edge of the forest and watched the stalks of wheat sway in the breeze. The wheat fields made up the majority of the cultivated land and the wind moved in hypnotizing waves through that golden sea. But among the gold was mixed spots of grey. Akaru stooped down and looked closer at the plants in front of him. Small worms were crawling up many stalks, nibbling as they went. Akaru did not recognize the species. The pests must have been brought by a foreign trader.
Angustia was well situated on a road which connected the villages on the mountain peaks above it to the cities on the plain below. All travel and commerce between the two regions funneled through this valley, making the town grow and thrive. Unfortunately, sometimes it also brought undesirable visitors such as this worm. It would have to be dealt with immediately before it impacted the harvest or spread to the forest.
Reaching out his slender fingers, Akaru plucked one of the offending creatures from the wheat. Surely he could find something interested in eating them. He lifted his hand and sent out a silent call. It was a shame that despite their affinity for the flora, the humans could not so readily influence the fauna surrounding them. A small black bird was the first to answer his call.
“Hello, little fellow,” Akaru said as the bird alighted on his fingers. Its dark eyes surveyed the worm twisting in Akaru’s grip. It moved its beak closer but then retreated and turned its gaze to Akaru. “Not to your liking?”
The bird spread its wings and took to the sky again just as the nearby wheat began to sway, but not because of the breeze this time.
“Lord Akaru, if I had known you were coming this way today I would have waited and walked with you,” a voice came from the field.
“It was not a planned visit, my friend,” Akaru greeted his servant Tobart. He held the worm out and said, “I did not think you would be interested in something like this.”
“No, of course not,” Tobart said, wrinkling his nose. “I was looking for a snack and just as I was approaching something, a mouse or a shrew I’m not exactly sure, he darted this way. Responding to your call no doubt.”
“A shrew,” Akaru said pointing to a small rodent who was greedily munching on the worms on the wheat stalks.
“And now he is occupied in your employ meaning I can’t eat him,” Tobart sighed and rubbed his empty stomach. “Pity.”
The moon doesn't know how blue the sky is
By Godric Kharg
An Alternative Universe story following Benitsubasa and Minato's Sekirei. What happens when Benitsubasa begins to have "nightmares" after constantly loosing to the 'Team Minato' harem. Includes Yukari, Shiina, and more. ** I DO NOT OWN SEKIREI, ITS OWNED BY OTHERS - I just enjoy the Sekirei 'sandbox' **. This story is not on hiatus, with the primary arc "done" more will come slow
A/N: Please note, this is an alternative universe short story. I don't know how long it might go, or where it will go, however I do have an idea where it might go. It takes place as an offshoot sometime after the 3rd stage has begun. Certainly before the 4th stage at Kamikura Island. This alternative universe has far reaching consequences if I decide to continue past a 2nd Chapter, which I intend for their to be.
Currently at 50K words and 20 Chapters as of this posting.
Benitsubasa woke, in a dead sweat her nightwear clinging to her. It was something she didn't really understand, what she knew, and what she was dreaming, where at obvious odds to one another it was tearing her apart.
She rose, and made her way through the spacious penthouse provided to her Ashikabi by MBI in exchange for his, and their services. Karasuba was there, in the main living space, her sword drawn, slowly running it along the wet stone, she would occasionally run her finger across the edge, smiling.
Benitsubasa continued her way, to the kitchen, opening the fridge she took out a beverage, popping the metal cap, she began to drink it back.
'Why, why, why' she thought to herself. 'Why do I keep losing to him, I could have killed him, how many times?' the thoughts came.
She paused, as the bottle was empty, she tossed it in the recycling as she slowly made her way again to the living space. Standing at the large expanse of windows, she simply stared out at the city.
Karasuba watched her, trailing with her eyes, not truly caring other than how it might affect her duties. She continued sharpening her blade, slow, long strokes of the steel upon the wetstone.
Benitsubasa leaned her forehead against the glass, her smallish breasts pressed likewise as she looked over the sprawling nights cape of the city before her. Her eyes could not help but be drawn there, in the distance, where a small Inn and its occupants that called it home.
Mixed emotions welled up within her, anger, frustration, she had failed so many times to finish the Ashikabi, or his Sekirei off. The bridge incident was bitter in her memory and soured with age, and yet…
Her fists struck the glass. Hammering at it for a minute, taking a small tantrum out on the reinforced transparency before her. Had she truly wished it broken, she might have fallen through.
Karasuba's brow lifted, a snicker erupted "Don't tell me you're still brooding over No 88 and her Ashikabi?"
Benitsubasa growled, and Karasuba snickered once more, as she departed from the main living area back to her spacious private room. She found herself stripping, and laying on the bed naked, allowing the cool breeze to dry her perspiration, brought on partly from her dream, and partly from her anger. Her smallish breasts rested, and appeared even smaller as she laid on her back as she stared at the ceiling. She replayed in her mind every interaction she had with this man, and each, every one of his Sekirei. It was maddening. Enough to drive her insane.
She closed her eyes, and attempted to forget the boy Ashikabi, and those that plagued her very soul, specially that Musubi. She had terminated her once, and could not understand how she had reactived. It bordered on driving her insane.
Her mind drifted, to Natsuo, and the feelings she had for him. Moments later, she was drifting off to sleep, devising ways to make him love her. Her soul hungered.
- o o -
She saw their faces, as she heard them comment on her breast size. "Washboard" came Haihane's words.. 'Itty bitty Titty' she heard from Tsukiumi as she steps from the shadows.. Kazahane laughed as she giggled her bountiful Breasts at her 'Want a small bit of mine? I might be convinced to share'.
Benitsubasa could feel herself growl at each comment. She could feel herself being thrown, by Musubi with a large No. 8 on her body, over the bridge "No Love" she was accused of.
Her soul cried out, as she felt herself grasp out for Natsuo's pant leg, trying to get his attention. She felt herself grabbed, and as she looked about desperately, again she saw Musubi No 8, trying to pull her away from him. She felt her heart throb in pain as Natsuo shrugged, and turned to Karasuba, a vague conversation taking place…
Haihane's voice rang out again 'He doesnt like girls.. he will never love you' she accused. 'Best to forget now.. washboard' and her dream seemed then to cycle again.. Various faces taunting her, teasing over her breast size, Yume accusing her of not having love, as she felt herself thrown once more… her heart cried out deeply for love..
It was then that his face showed. She was posed, ready to strike down Musubi, when he darted in the way, protecting her "DON'T, I wont let you" he cried out. Benitsubasa paused, frowning 'Then I will kill you first' she muttered.. her words echoed at her as she heard Yume again.. "You don't have love" echoing in her mind. She felt herself lunge at Minato Sahashi, and felt her body stop in midair, as if powerless.
Again her body felt as if it was about to be flung, as she heard the words 'Stop' as she felt herself hung upside down, held by her ankle. A great black bear hovered behind Musubi as Minato seemed to command her, holding back what was to be done to her.
"We don't need to hurt her Musubi" she heard his words echo "She just doesn't know love".
"She hasn't felt love.." the words echo through her very being, as she desperately cries out for Natsuo. For hope he might instill in her.
The words echoed in her mind, echoed endlessly as she felt herself try desperately to grasp for Natsuo's suit, his pant leg, his arm, anything to support her, any small showing of concerned for her.
The abyss called for her, the darkness the great vast river below, seemed to be rushing towards her as she felt his lips upon hers suddenly. Shocked, opening her eyes, she saw his face, and cried.
"NOOOOO" She woke with a start, sweating again.
Why am I dreaming of this monkey kissing me' she muttered to herself as she tried to stay awake now, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing.
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Here I go:
For as long as he's been alive, Aeon never thought that he would be chosen to meet the God-Empress in person. Not many gods met the God-Empress in person only through a silhouette of her. But Aeon is lucky enough to meet her face to face. Aeon wonders why the God-Empress wants him and he can only hope it is good. He walks through the hallway where tall statues of the God-Empress standing in different positions. He was nervous and excited at the same time. When he finally reached the huge white double doors, two angels pushed them out leading him to the grand throne room. As Aeon entered the grand throne room, to see the God-Empress seating there poised and beautiful. Aeon can feel the intimidation seeping into him as he stares at her longer. She had a stoic look upon her face that made the intimidation grew in more. Aeon simply looked at the floor trying not to make eye contact but it was tough. In the background the door slam closed which broke Aeon's concentration of the floor. The God-Empress gaze at Aeon who was trying his hardest not to look at her. Aeon finally looked at the God-Empress with a confident face because he can no longer stand being intimidated by her. An angel walks up to the God-Empress and whispers in her ear then her facial expressions changed. The angel left her and she gave Aeon a harsh look. Aeon no longer cared because he started to grow impatient.
"Hello Aeon," she said to him, "do you know why I call you here today?"
"Nope, but I can only hope that it is good," says Aeon with a confident smirk.
"I call you in here for your actions, Lord Aeon," she said, "your actions have been a problem with the other gods. Which is why I called you in."
"My actions?" Aeon responded in confusion, "I have done nothing wrong. Those gods are lying."
"Lying?" she states "the incident with the Book of Elaogy was no lie."
"That thing with the book was nothing-" Aeon tells her.
Kamui: I'll kill you!
This is just part of a little exercise in altering a characters speech.
“Kid get out of here, we do not like your kind.” the vender growled, but the halfling street rat did not leave. Her pleading eyes began to tear with a whimpering choke. “Fine, will you leave if I give you that apple?” The lass nodded three times. He tossed the apple to the child, who happily disappeared into the crowd. It was only then he discovered a bushel of his apples were missing. “Wretched little thieves, I will show you next time!”
-Altered rules ("Elmer Fudd rule" R and L become W; I becomes E except after C; T and F disappear if before or after a vowel)-
“Ked ge ou o hewe, we do no weke youw kend.” the vender growled, but the halfling street rat did not leave. Her pleading eyes began to tear with a whimpering choke. “Ene, weww you weave e I geve you tha appwe?” The lass nodded three times. He tossed the apple to the child, who happily disappeared into the crowd. It was only then he discovered a bushel of his apples were missing. “Wweched wewe theeves, I weww show you next eme!”
A small excerpt from the novel I've been working on for well over a year.
Another fell hiss slides into her ear, striking yet another knife into Kaliya's heart. She struggles to lift her head to see the source, even though in her heart she knows it is the shadowy creature whose glowing ruby eyes spot her and slowly draw closer. “No. That's not possible.” Kaliya barely manages to mutter before she collapses on her side. She lays there on the cold earth, barely able to even breathe, and surrenders. Tears are pushed out of her eyes and fall as she closes her lids.
How did it come to this? Alone and lost in the darkness, about to be killed by a monster.
The ebon creature shambles toward her, hissing in short bursts that come off as laughter. Kaliya helplessly waits for the end. Though a part of her still wants to fight or run, being unable to lift even a finger crushes her spirit. Her imagination betrays her and she envisions being eaten alive or torn to shreds.
I don't want to die! Please, I don't care who, someone please save me!
So, I have a very odd writing style, in the fact that I am not a descriptive writer as much as just someone who really tries to put perspective in his stories. I guess that doesn't sound all that different from a lot of writers...anyways, let me post what I have and you be the judge. BTW, I will try to read everyone's excerpts so it doesn't seem like we are just laying track lol. This is from a story I call "Rally Up! (Child of the Enemy)"
Everyone had forgotten, this was not a game of blood.
The innocent miss didn’t fair well. She had never been in a war. She didn’t realize that nothing was sacred; you don’t really exist. She was hurt and to a point violated. Her hair was matted to her face with sweat, caressing her face right down to the chin. Her hands shook. Most people would assume that in a moment like this she would have to be in a disconnected state to be able to do what she was doing, but I was willing to bet she was conscious of every little bit of it. I was even willing to bet it was causing her head to spin and spin. She was only a victim and I think everyone else in the room who understood would agree.
I was frozen as I stared down the barrel; her finger right over the trigger, ready to slip. I managed to focus but I could deduce that the others were miles away.
I remembered the training to keep from panicking because panicking was “your mind committing suicide.” As Mr. Ottis use to put it. I wonder if he ever woke up?...Anyways…The mind was too valuable to have running away from you in a moment as dire as this one.
Though it wasn’t up to me if I could disconnect even if I wanted to. It was branded into me on such a level that I found my mind shocked into a sudden automatic state of alertness before I could gather all the information from what was going on. Shame...I wanted to be one of the helpless bystanders and go in peace...
Had to think quick: I was in the Chinese restaurant downtown, there was about thirty people. I heard a click of an exit and the sounds of cars speeding away...the staff must have escaped out the back, so there was about twenty people...I noted the closest exit which was near the back, but she was standing in the way. I only had a knife and there was no cover that would be to any effect. So, if she was actually planning on shooting me, I would be dead no matter what but if she was still questioning it then I could probably run far enough to cause her to panic and shoot me anyways. Was it a puzzle or an equation?
It’s frustrating trying to work with a mass of people. This is first hand information folks, so pay attention. There are many rules and theories about people and how the issues become quantified with the addition of more. I have a few of my own. I like to call it the Three Thumb Rules of Surviving Society…
The first thing you have to learn is for a working body of people to survive, there needs to be something to rally for or rally against. Purpose is the skeleton of ambition. Creating, escaping, destroying, discovering, etcetera. Groups do not exist if there is no need for them. Sometimes it’s just not the reason you think it is.
Second thing, there is a point where that thing a group rallies for becomes a god and you don’t want to fight a thousand screaming magis. When something hits that point of being holy and sacred, you preferably find another way around if you don’t want to face the violent followers of it’s faith. The most dangerous enemy is a delusionally obsessive one…
And with that in mind, the third thing is, in a collective or not, people are weapons and so is everything they create. And if it isn’t a weapon in purpose, it can become a weapon in innovation...Crowbars, fireworks, phones, computers, anything. They can and will be used against you.
But there is something very important to know...The real money is in abusing the third rule and conveniently forgetting the second.
She was rallying for someone specific...I assure you that the feeling was not reciprocated. She was misled and abandoned and didn’t even know it. In a way, she was hacked...humans are a little easier than computers. The password is always the same.
Who was this little victim? Vanessa Hartwell. Just a smart girl who made a better target. Twenty-three years old and had nothing to lose until now. She was free and I was stupid enough to get her trapped in all of this. ‘Assurance-like-stitches…’
It was suppose to be a harmless job. No one gets hurt. The worst is we all get arrested. But that was better than the other possibilities I had worked with before. That is why I played this game still. The stakes aren’t like they use to be. But I guess that’s not the case afterall.
The fog that loomed over them seemed to be growing, breathing, as if it was a living thing. The sounds of birds and bugs could be heard in the distance, accompanied by the occasional howl. Life seemed to thrive on death in this natural coffin
Continuing to contemplate about contemplation.
Here's hoping to get some feed-back.
Note: The character protagonist character lost her right eye, its not a typo.
Standing next to Sofy and Ezerok, she contemplated the flashy glow of the fireworks in the distant night sky. She could hear the thundering roars of the explosions. “A little too loud for fireworks” she though, but not for a second did she turned her gaze from the lights. Experiencing, for the first time ever, that strange feeling of joy and peace, her soul was overwhelmed. Suddenly she felt her muscles betray her as if her body turned like stone. She then saw the joyful image fade to darkness, with a final flash of light. She opened her eye confused, only to slowly realize she had woken up to a cold tormented night. From her “bed” on the dirt at the foot of the cave, she contemplated the sky with futile hope. Now every passing flash of lightning devoured, bit by bit, the joy and peace she’d felt before.
It's all a matter of perspective; and we never have the full picture.
Following my previous post, I made this short work.
The Nightmare Loop
…trapped in a dream, I realized I was...
It's all a matter of perspective; and we never have the full picture.