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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 had.
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 handing inside. The whole carriage and horse was not much longer than her arm, the tiniest filigree work was nearly too small to see.
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
Blue ManThe moon was a tiny crescent in the sky, pale light doing little to illuminate the grounds of the Magi academy. A lone figure in long black robes skulked along the outer wall, darting from shadow to shadow. He held a handful of pale moss, its blood red light barely noticeable among the roses growing over the ancient stone wall.
Every so often the figure would stop and glance about, eyes hidden by the black hood, the figure would lick his lips and mumble to itself in a raspy shallow voice as it did.
It took some time but the figure finally managed to navigate the shadows, avoiding the few lazy guards about uncertain why any would attack a mage. It circled a section of wall between two old pines, their mottled and sagging branches concealing this section from prying eyes.
The figure glanced about a few more times, its head shaking back and forth erratically. At last, satisfied that it was alone the figure pressed some stones, mumbled some words and let forth a gentle light from its black
Eyes open lungs scream out
the first breath
already restless you move fast to crawl
fast to walk
Legs stir the dusty road
each step familiar
these roads you walked many times
yearning for yet more
Your mind fills with visions
worlds beyond this pale place
where your mind lives now
She loves you as much as
you love the imagined worlds
love cannot hold you down
Feet ache worse with every step
each one a sweeter agony
stopping is real pain
Your soul soars with each new sight
greater than any imagined in your youth
the world is a wonder with more to see
Do your eyes grow heavy from the view
This world shrinks with every step
monotonous horizons yet more you must see
Far have you walked can you not rest?
You have seen all what could you seek?
Do you not know what your heart yearns?
I know what you seek come to me
I can tell you why you must go
To me to me just a little further
You die so clos
Blue DustAmalies muscles ached with a familiar tension, and her stomach rumbled as she thought about her supper. She was contented, when she had learned she would be working with a blacksmith as her chores she had been worried, but the work was simple and the smith was very kind.
Amalie walked in the front door to her dorm, the one for students attuned to Air, the heady scent of roast chicken and steamed vegetables wafted towards her from the dining room. Amalie hurried her pace, she was right on time and ready for food, when she arrived at the door she was disappointed.
Before her servants were cleaning the tables, dishes were piled high and buckets of soapy water were being filled. Chancy, the mistress of the girls stood tapping her foot, a smug look on her face as she watched Amalie.
“Oh, my, it seems you missed supper girl.” She said in her thick, fake, posh accent.
“But you said supper was in three hours? It's only been three hours.” Amalie dared to accuse.
The Labyrinth of MeRestless in the stormy night
Like candle flame unwaning light
Bound to wander 'tween the worlds
Waking dreams my mind unfurled
Void of colour just shades of grey
No-one here to guide my way
Echoes of a man lost in a dream
Porcelain statues unable to scream
The labyrinth of me lies ahead
Each step, each breath fills me with dread
On every wall my portraits hang
Each one painted with an honest hand
The jesters and whores in the labyrinth taunt
Defiling my hopes and reaping reward
Those I left widowed fill me with scorn
Can they not see that i am reborn?
My darkest deeds a book on a shelf
Chapters of envy and ill gotten wealth
Judges grinning while banging their gavels
The pages before me the black book unravels
Some pages are empty and others unclean
Allowing you only to see the obscene
Amanda Jones European adventureWalking through the streets of Ireland, Amanda Jones was on her way to the hotel room she and her friends were staying at. Hannah Duffy, Kat Weber and herself were backpacking around several countries of Europe and were on their way to Hannah's hometown of County Wicklow. They arrived at the pleasant city of Carlow just as night was setting in. Their friend Kat from Berlin tagged along with Hannah to pick up some food for dinner. Amanda took this chance to explore the sights of the city and found men and women entering a small club with a poster surprisingly written in english by the entrance saying:
"Come one, come all!
Proudly presents for one
night only here at Club Geass,
for you to experience the mystical
power of the amazing Paradox."
Amanda glanced at her watch and believed she had more then enough time before she was suppose to meet her friends for dinner. She entered the club and found the show
Hitting the BooksI was still feeling the effects of the little mind meld that Double A and I shared prior. Although the internet was a good resource for information it didn't have all of it. Their was still material that had not been transferred over to the digital format and remade in a hard cover copies. It would take years before all the information was finally placed in a digital format for all to access and not having to sign out books, or pay a dollar for a copy or two. Which is why I as here at the Public Library.
I'll be honest, libraries are bit out of date, but still carry all the source material you can physically get your paws on. Many libraries were large and vast based on where you were, in my case, it was pretty massive. Having been based off the Greco-Roman architectures. Large columns with a stair case extending to the doors. From my understanding this used to be the old court house before it was relocated to the new building a few blocks down for space reasons. Since then, the adjacen
Sylvia was upset.
Not just the average sad feeling.
The emotions and the hurt.
Jacob didn't like this, and asked her what was wrong.
"I w-was trying to find my p-parents.." She had said between light sobs. "A-and I found them.."
"What..?" Jacob asked her.
"B-but appearently they h-hate me.."
After hearing that an an explanation, he asked her permission to go and speak with them.
And only speak with them. Nothing more and nothing less.
So she had told him that they were a few towns away from the mansion that they lived in, and he teleported there.
The town wasn't much, trash, broken and worn down houses. The people didn't seem to notice him walking by.
He stopped in the center and looked around, his elfen ears twitching as he concentrated and sniffed her parents out.
He caught sight of a house that was more worn down then the rest and tilt his head.
He felt a tap on his shoulder and looked over.
There was a man.
"Do you need help?" He had asked.
MGM Gate - 1 (Part 7)
6:45 pm, later on that evening:
Mary Fertile drove up to the zoo after seeing the boys leave for dinner at a local restaurant. The four closed the menagerie leaving on all the chandeliers. Mary saw clearly that they were going to be back.
With her high speed camera hung around her neck she started to climb the gate that took her into the zoo. The scenery gave the term Animal Kingdom new meaning. The zoo had a city of Zinji type look about it. The zoo was beautiful, one would think that they were stepping on to the ark, or, on to one of the ships of Tarshish.
Mary started to walk about. After peering into each exhibit she passed she became more and more disappointed over the fact that there was no animals. It disappointed her so much, she felt like walking straight out the back door.
When Mary got to the back of the menagerie she begun to squint at the center habitat. Her eyes became open as she was taking in all of its greenery. Mary took one step back, relaxed then went "Hmm," as in a
Sentinel Inspector Horace looked at the young boy through the one-sided glass. Julian was thirteen years old, the report said. Looking at him, the inspector wouldn’t have guessed that such a case was currently against him. Aside from his young age, the boy possessed an innocent charm – brown, shaggy hair atop a pleasant face although his deep brown eyes hint at a seriousness so rarely seen on a boy so young. Further investigation showed that Julian was a straight-A student and although not the stereotypical popular boy, his mild and easygoing demeanor had earned him a boy-next-door reputation. Religious, helpful, friendly—definitely not someone who’ll be thought of as a cold-blooded killer.
Even now, after the questions had been hurled at him, Julian looked alert, not fatigued like others would have been in his position. The accusation against him was complex but he looked as if he was just waiting
Donikad, albo na koniec swiata. Swego czasu po większych miastach pewnej aglomeracji jeździł tramwaj "donikąd" jak głosił napis na tablicy. Był biały i nie zatrzymywał się na żadnym przystanku. Ludzie dla "fanu" próbowali go zatrzymać, jednak zawsze bez skutku, tramwaj nigdy, nikomu się nie zatrzymał. Krąży jednak legenda o dziewczynie, której ta sztuka udała się. I to w dodatku nieświadomie.
Była ciepła, sierpniowa noc, jaśniejąca od miejskich świateł. Ruch na ulicach już zamarł i kursowały jedynie już linie nocne. Pewna blond włosa dziewczyna ubrana w białą sukienkę stała na przystanku i wyglądała jak zjawa. Wiatr bawił się jej lokami tworząc fantazyjne fryzury ulotne jak on sam. Dziewczyna raz, po raz odgarniała włosy z szczupłej twarzy i starała się
A traitors alphabet"After all we've been through you still try to defy me." Benjy looked at Trevor, who was tied to a chair in his living room, with immense disappointment.
"Come on Benjy, you know it's not like that. Dianne and I were just hanging out."
"Enough!" Furious; Benjy walked over to the cupboard, reached over to the handle, and stopped. "Gary followed you that night, he told me everything"
"He'd do anything to get his job back, you know that"
"I do know that, that's why I got rid of him for good this time. Jack's feeding him to his dogs as we speak."
"'Kay, so why am I here. Look this isn't needed."
"Most of the time; if one of my ex workers turns back up; I ensure that it doesn't happen again and that'll be the end of it. Not this time."
Opening the cupboard appears to be a great struggle for Benjy, but he manages to open it enough for Dianne's pale head to roll out of it towards and stopping at the feet of Trevor.
"'Please Benjy' she kept saying, 'it'll never happen again'. 'Queer' I thought
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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