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Blue SolsticeWhen the first true snow of winter came, the years lessons came to a close. Hundreds of wealthy children, and many times more of their families loyal servants loaded into ornate carriages and left. They went to see their families over the cold winter months, they would be back on the first day of spring to begin their next year of lessons at the mages academy, located on the mages guild grounds in the corrupt city of Iacet.
Many of the guild mages stayed, the seer of this guilds chapter rarely left his tower room, the brooding and bald chancellor of the academy likewise stayed. A few servants, and most of the local guild members lived in the tower year round. The masters and mistresses from the four elemental students dorms locked their doors and left to live in the city as soon as their last students had left.
Amalie was the only student to remain behind. She had no carriage waiting to take her home, and not enough money to afford a place in the city with coal to last the winter
Blue SyrupThese were the times he dreaded the most.
Wind howled against the stonework. Snow bombarded the roof, hammering on it night and day in an unending siege. He could feel the weight of millions of frozen droplets pressing down from above him.
As he sat on his chair he could hear the protest of glass and mortar as ice crept inside every crack and tried to pry the building apart. A draft sent a shiver down his spine.
He tossed another branch on the already roaring fire, he pulled his fur cloak a little tighter around him, the hood tickling his brow.
The figure absently sipped his hot cider, oblivious to the taste as he worried about one thing after another. One hand scratched at his head where it itched from his weeks of nervous scratching, it had stopped hurting days ago.
He muttered reassurances to himself, this was a mages guild filled with trained practitioners of the most ancient arts, they would not let this place fall to a mere season. Besides this academy, where potential new mages
Blue SilkAmalie wandered the school yard, avoiding any groups of students she saw. The three girls that had attacked her the day before were nowhere to be seen, Amalie circled her favourite spot, checking to make sure. The cool breeze of autumn felt good on her bruises, but she was soon chilled, her robes were in ruins and provided little warmth, she took a moment to chance into the spare students robe Master Zahid had given her. At t last Amalie settled into place and began her meditation once more, just as she had yesterday when she had heard the voice.
She sat and concentrated for hours, but she could not hear it. After a long while Amalie gave up, she had missed her chance to listen to the voice, it seemed like it had stopped. Amalie was sad, the woman had sounded in distress, and for all the abuses Amalie had endured these past few months, she was still a kind hearted girl.
She tried to listen to the voice for a while longer, but, as dinner time approached her will wavered. The voice was g
Blue TaleWhen Amalie woke from her healing sleep, her muscles were stiff, her eye was black, and numerous cuts strained her skin as she sat up.
Zahid snored in his chair, still sleeping off whatever drink he had imbibed, the clay jug empty on the floor beside him.
Amalie gingerly got out of bed and walked over to his workbench where he had been crafting an intricate little carriage out of precious metals.
It was on it's side, the lifelike coachman had fallen out, his whip snapped in half. The horses had come loose from their bridles and one door was bent on it's hinge. The little bell tinkled as Amalie set it upright.
Amalie was surprised to find that the bridles were designed to come off, and the horses legs ran on a tiny clockwork so that they could really prance as each leg was moved. The wheels spun, the bell sang, and the coachman's arm moved. Amalie peered inside to see satin couches with a tiny lantern hanging inside. The whole carriage and horses was not much longer than her arm, the ti
Blue BellAmalie lay on the ground, her cheek resting on the cold, damp dirt as her heart thundered in her veins.
She struggled to hear the voice over her own rushing blood.
Amalie squeezed her eyes shut and tried to focus the sounds of her body, and the world about her away.
Students laughed, and shouted, their feet stomping around her head, the teacher was muttering to himself, the wind was stirring in many directions at once causing a ruckus of leaves and creaking branches. But beneath it all was a voice, a strange voice straining, yearning to be heard.
Amalie stood up and walked purposefully to her favourite place, the teacher wouldn't care that there was still an hour left in lessons, he barely noticed her when she was there.
Amalie settled beneath her preferred tree in the yard, far from everyone else, her Blue Jay bird came to the lowest branch to watch her. It seemed to know she wanted space, and silence, it was such an intelligent little bird.
Amalie set herself in a meditation position
Blue RoutineThe days fell into an unsteady routine for young Amalie.
Amalies weekends were spent in diligent study under master smith Zahid, he gave her books to read, plans to study and plenty of hard work shoveling coals and moving red hot metal about. Amalie ended each day exhausted, burned, and yet satisfied at having done something productive and meaningful. Amalie enjoyed her weekends for the most part, mostly because the rest of her time was spent in misery.
Five days of every seven, Amalie spent utterly alone.
At first Amalie tried to make friends, she introduced herself to other girls as they gossiped about each other or spoke of boys. But they would just ignore her, she tried again and again until finally the girls would leave as one, or turn and stare her down until she left them.
The boys were no nicer, when she tried to befriend them they laughed, they called her names, and they insulted her lowborn status. Amalie learned to stop trying, and so they stopped paying attention to her. Wh
Blue NailThe smithy was an inferno.
Every kiln, pit and furnace was ablaze. Zahid, master blacksmith moved with a slow grace, he never hurried yet he seemed to be everywhere at once. Everywhere short rods of iron heated awaiting their turn on the anvil. A table filled with rough horseshoe blanks sat cooling beside the barrel that would eventually hold them all. Several ceramic pots of iron bubbled away, the sand moulds ready to receive the refined metal and form it into rods.
“Today Amalie you learn what it means to work”. He said, timing his words to the pauses in his strikes as he hammered a rod flat.
“I'm going to make horseshoes and swords?” She asked.
“Not just yet. You cannot work the metal until you have learned what the metal is.” He said as he quenched the now flattened pole in a barrel of water.
“Isn't metal metal?” She asked him as steam billowed towards the open door.
“Iron can be as brittle as glass, as dependable as the sun, ma
Blue FeatherAmalie was woken from the monsters in her nightmares by the ringing of Geralds bell. She quickly woke and dressed, making sure to tuck her red hair under her headscarf, ready for her next class. Amalie had no idea what to expect from the class, it was called channelling so she had high hopes that this class would have actual magic in it not just history lessons and breathing exercises. As usual Chancy hovered around Amalie making certain she didn't interfere with the other students, Amalie was slowly learning how to ignore her presence and her murderous glares.
Chancy pulled Amalie aside and explained to her were channelling class was, then she checked Amalies black headscarf to see if any errant strands of foul red hair were peeking out.
“After the class ends you will be expected to study in the yard until supper, I don't want you here bothering the other students and interrupting their work. Understand? Stay outside and don't make trouble or I will give you the switch.” T
Blue CaneAmalie woke to a terrible pounding on her half door. She crawled from her straw mat and fumbled in the dark to open the latch. Gerald's boot nearly collided with her face.
As soon as the door was open a wrapped bundle was thrown at her.
“Your things. Don't be late for class. And wear that headscarf to cover your shame girl.” He said before ringing his morning bell, signalling breakfast.
Amalie quickly lit her candle and opened the grey bundle. Inside was a thin book, a note with some numbers and names on it, and an old ink pen and powder. The scarf smelled of Chancy's cheap perfume. Amalie hastily donned her grey robe, wrapped her hair as best she could in the grey headscarf that had held the items and scurried out for breakfast.
Today Amalie did not mind being alone in a corner of the table, the other childrens indifference to her was forgotten, she ate her fill and did her best not to bounce from her chair with excitement. As the children filed out and the servants began
MGM Gate 1 (Part 11)
Being a reporter, a lot of cops knew Mary Fertile. She was in and out of the police station, either in trouble or, reporting or getting news about something her company wanted to broadcast.
At hearing the helicopter approaching from the sky, Hanz as well as the others started to peer down the hall at the front lot. They saw the fire and sulfur shimmering upon the posted flares guiding the helicopter down to their destined area. The helicopters main rotor was blowing debris up like a gloomy cloud, the smoke was even rolling into the interior of the zoo. The only thing they could see at this point was paramedics brisk walking across this, polluted somber sunset'ish scene, that seemed to vibe its own genre of horror and depression.
"I want to know who's in charge here!" declared Officer Haast.
"I am," Lucas answered.
"Okay, good, answer the first... question," Haast told him intimidatingly.
"Where is this animal?"
"It was a lion, about three years old. Somebody must have taken
Diary of imaginationHello, its me. Mrs.Ravana. I thought I wouldn't be here talking about my daughter anymore but I just felt as if I just needed to talk about this. Ever since we got our daughter back, things have been different. We brought her home after that horrible night and she didn't seem to remember anything about herself. I mean....well she didn't remember her room.
I found it odd but she adapted. When she came from that hospital, she liked dolls and the color pink. She liked to have her nails in nice bright colors. Yellow shoes and happy things. Like having a design of the sun on her shirt or some kitty cat prints on her....Oh wait, that was my thing.
Anyways, that's not the point. She would sometimes just stare out the window. I asked her what she was looking at but she didn't tell me what it was. I thought it was okay, and it wasn't nothing extreme. Next, just one morning, I called her
down. She came from upstairs and was talking to the wall.
Bewildered, I asked her who she was talking to. She
Trapped (232 Words) “I'm not trapped. I’ll be free eventually.” I told myself. The door blared at me while I continued pushing it, trying to free myself. “I'm not trapped. I’ll be free eventually.” I repeated.
I was only coming here to get some food for my friends. It had been seven months since we’d seen our parents, we didn't know if they were dead or alive. We waited in our homes for 2 weeks, hoping they’d return before we gave up and tried to survive on our own. But with every other adult trying to ‘rescue’ us, it was hard to not give up. At least we've survived this long without being taken prisoner. Until today. “I'm not trapped. I’ll be free eventually.”
Finally, a heard a voice. “Liz? Where are you?”
I replied, shouting as loud as I could through the strong metal door. I could hear her tugging on the door, forwards and backwards trying to
OW: Don't Trust the DuskSeveral hours after the nightmare Emily had, she decided to uncurl herself and walk the memories of the first dream she'd ever had. She had just walked, and soon found herself in the graveyard. It was a place of solace to her, but she heard no voices. Unusual. They must have sensed she did not want to be bothered, and so they kept to themselves.
Her silent steps carried her towards the middle of the graveyard, gently sitting on the stone bench she normally sat upon.
It wasn't until several minutes later that she realized she had been humming the lullaby that Thane had been singing while under the influence of the enchanted candy. And she stopped.
Chuckling dryly, he slips his hands into his pockets and approaches her slowly, appraising her with his eyes. "To think? Well, at least someone besides myself does that here. Forgive my rudeness, but what is your name? And why choose such a dreary to think? The woods are a far better place to do so, supposing what's in there doesn't eat you."
The Curse of the Diaper pt.13The Curse of the Diaper pt.13
The three babies awoke groggily in the hot-pink nursery. Toys that had been thrown about and played with lay sprawled and dead across the room. It seemed the only thing that was alive in the room was a figure standing at the front of the room. Her cute, curly blonde hair ran just past her shoulders and "Rosie" was now sporting a rather tight tube top to show off her marvellous assets, and a pair of stunning shorts. Her makeup was done flawlessly, complementing her eyes, mouth and complexion to the extremes. It was a shame her perfume was drowned out by the smell of overused diapers. But nothing could get her down. Today was the day.
The three: Lucy, Mai and Josephine, limply turned their heads from their large cots to see Rosie.
'Once we've conducted a little diapey change, I have something to show you.'
Rosie waved her hands and a grand door appeared behind her. A twisted, golden vine patterned its way about
PitchThe woods was never the best place to be.
You know, far away from home—far enough that your screams can’t be heard.
May 23, 2007
I rarely feel emotion.
It’s funny how that simpleton downtown refused to come to an adventure; he’d usually mix up his words when invited because he’d get more excited than the host. That cheerful beggar never really understood the things that lie ahead of his acts. But that time he made me feel annoyed, like orange and pink (they don’t mix well now, do they?). It’s as if coming with me was a bad idea. Nevertheless, I didn’t push after the first invitation. I guess I’m pretty straightforward to talk with. So I just shrugged him off and continued on my way,convincing myself that I could just bring something, or someone else.
That was the first and only time I ever thought of bringing another with me to the woods since I’m always comfortable going there alone. Maybe because I felt lonely.
Panic RoomHe snuck his head and shoulders through the gap that was maybe only 20” wide and partially obstructed by a security lock, the type you find on old fashioned wooden windows. He looked up and saw the room was empty.
After pushing his chest through, he drew the rest of his body up using his powerful arms and climbed inside the room.
Silently, he looked at the room taking it in with a few quick glances.
In the air was the smell of freshly applied paint. On a stand there was a TV.
Our protagonist stood there looking longingly at its smooth reflective surfaces. Then he remembered something.
On a unit stood a hi-fi system. This time the thief seemed to make up his mind in milliseconds.
On the unit next to the hi-fi there was an I-Phone sitting on its charger which was lightweight and small enough to fit in his pocket.
He picked up the phone from its charger and that same second somewhere above his head an ear splitting alarm went off. Involuntar
#25 On the Town.They had an entire area of Covenant Square to patrol, almost every night. They had to make sure no one was squatting in Selena’s territory, feeding off any people, the like. Selena had set up an Art Gallery here, and thus the added risk of undesired Kindred stalking her claim.
Thaddeus was just mulling about tonight. He took to the alleys and back streets while Sydney, by far a much more imposing man of 6’6 and just as broad, was patrolling the main streets and by ways.
Thad had more trouble with the alley cats than anything jumping from the shadows at him. Well, the stupid cats were jumping from them, anyway. He clattered past some boxes as a cat screeched in anger and he cursed the bloody thing for getting in his way.
“OI!! SYDNEY!” He cried out in the night. The area was respectable, and docile, and lovely, and here Thad was ruining the night with his caterwauling.
“Thad!” He heard Sydney hiss nearby.
“Oh there ya are ya big Scandinavian-
Mental.pre-view of 'Mental.' (a story im writing)
Ok, so, about a month ago. I was in town walking home from a local bar at about 10:13pm, It was dark near the outskirts and my friends had ditched me for the popular people. Its funny the way that school and life outside of it are both equally as cruel. My feet ached and my head was pounding hard from a constant buzzing at the back of my brain wich never seemed to want to go away, it was worse when I was drunk or stressed. In the distance I could see a fuzzy yellow-ish light pooling onto the cold wet road. Did I mention that it was raining? No I didnt think so. This town was over run with psycotic farmers who claim the devil runs wild on their fields, they say that it
“ate the front 'alf o my prized cow” and that it “hovers by the window, starin' right inta my eyes it does, then it god damn gone an vanished.”
most people say 'your just drunk' or 'stop it with the drugs dude they arnt helpin you'.
But I belive them. I kn
Monsters"Mommy, please check the closet for monsters again?" The young child pleaded again.
"No sweetheart it's late and you have to get to sleep." The mother scolded.
The child pulled the covers closer and hugged the teddy bear even tighter.
"But I heard something! It was a monster somewhere in the room!" The child pleaded again to their exasperated mother.
"Honey, we are on the top floor, the windows and doors are locked and your father and I are in the next room, nothing is going to get you, now turn off your light and go to sleep, there are no such things as monsters." The mother said tersely, her patience quickly disappearing.
"But mom!" The child began.
"Go to sleep." The mother said before closing the door and leaving.
The child sat in their bed, the moonlight streaming in through the tightly locked window spreading odd patterns all across the room. The child peered through terrified eyes at the wild shapes dancing on the walls as clouds flitted in front of the shining moon.
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