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Blue RoutineThe days fell into an unsteady routine for young Amalie.
The weekends were spent in diligent study under master smith Zahid, he gave her books to read, plans to study and plenty of hard work shovelling coals and moving red hot metal. Each day ended with her exhausted and covered in tiny burns. Then her week became difficult.
Five days of every seven, Amalie spent utterly alone.
At first Amalie tried to make friends, she introduced herself to other girls as they gossipped 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. When she sat in class, the desks around her remained empty, when she walked the halls teachers and students alike moved a safe dista
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.
Blue SmokeAmalie laughed like she hadn't in almost a year. Here she was in the Academy of the Magi in Iacet city. When she had first learned she had magic in her blood, it had been a death sentence, it meant banishment from her peasant home into a murderous wilderness. The journey had been hard and filled with treacherous people and beasts, she stumbled into this city by chance. She had survived, she had struggled and now she was here where normally only nobles were allowed, all her troubles were over. Or so she thought.
Downstairs in the dormitory of the students of air the caretakers and the Seer of the guild were arguing.
“She sullies our dorm with her presence Seer, give her to the Aether dorm, they are used to having talentless students there. We are air, powerful and proud, and not filled with filthy lazy peasants!” Shouted Chancy, her fake posh accent slipping with her indignant ranting.
“How could I ever face the Chancellor or the other mistresses with her in my rooms!&
Blue SchoolAmalie entered the compound that housed the Academy of the Magi and the guild tower. Black gates clicked shut behind her, the Seer, leader of the guild chapter, continued forwards ignorant of the four men before him; the initiate, two mages and the chancellor. He was lost in thought, he only stopped when he bumped into the dour Chancellor, leader of the Academy.
“Huh?” He said, startled. “Sorry Reggy.” He apologized to the chancellor.
“Never mind that, why did you just drag a peasant child into our compound?” He asked.
“Hmm? Oh Amalie. Her name is Amalie she is a magi, she wants to become a mage.” he replied, confused by the Chancellors confusion.
“Seer, she can't be a magi if she is a peasant, you know this. I will send her back.” he said in tones reserved for children.
“No, she is a magi, she can stay if she wants to, and she wants to.”
“Clearly she is a peasant, look at her red hair, a clear sign of her in
Innocent GirlsThe man beast warrior let out a low groan as the attack hit him in the chest and he shattered into bits. His slayer, a mermaid with a bow notched another arrow.
“It’s your move Serenity,” The brunette wearing a green shirt and blue shorts called out to the girl across from her as her monster had just taken the field and destroyed one of her own and damaged her life points. “Let’s see what you can do against me.” Tea Gardner said with a friendly smile a pair of cards in her hand and a duel disk attached to her arm.
“Alright. That was a good move Tea, I wasn‘t expecting it.” Serenity Wheeler dressed in a pink shirt and shorts said in response as the two girls were dueling. While neither were expert duelists, they did enjoy it and were having a friendly match between them. The two teenagers having a good duel between them with nothing at stake. Serenity was losing so far after Tea’s latest move as her monsters while weak were bol
An open letter to the woman who robbed meI guess I do want thank you for not hurting me. Maybe I was feeling a little bit of Stockholm Syndrome or something but I even liked you a little bit, even when you were in the middle of robbing me. But you need to rethink your life. Seriously rethink it. Yeah your gun was fake. But what if someone had a real gun? Or what if they didn't submit to being tied up like me and fought you? You could get really hurt. And even if you don't get hurt, you're going to get caught.
You scared the crap out of me. When I pulled back the shower curtain and there you were, standing there with your fake gun pointed at me. I didn't know then it was a fake gun. At least my towel wrapped around me. "Bad news, handsome, you're getting robbed," you said.
You marched me out into my bedroom. I recognized you right away. You were the "appraiser" who tried to rip me off when I brought in my late grandmother's ring that week.
The Deal I’ll admit to being a sleaze now and then. Most villains don’t; those pompous fools. In truth, every regular or irregular bad guy has a bit of denial. A feeling that what they do is justified or too far advanced for the rest of the world to handle.
I know I’m a sleaze. But there are just some things I don’t wanna screw with.
Take deals. I may not completely hold up my end of the bargain- like backstab the dealer- but I like it to be fair. The initial deal should be fair, even when the grave is already dug.
Violet followed me back into the shadows, and I can still hardly contain myself. Are bastards allowed to be giddy once and a while? I have an Admin around my finger. A power wielding, world rounding admins. An Admin uses words to make things as real as I am. So far, I’ve gotten a dragon to walk the living, killed a muse, and made my own secret hideout. Not bad for a power-play.
Endless It's strange.
The forest had never frightened me before. But here... it's unlike any forest I've ever seen. The trees are a deeper shade of green than they should be, and the intoxicatingly sweet smell of flowers almost makes me want to gag. A stream runs swiftly near by, the water sparkling carelessly in the light of the full moon, as if nothing is wrong. As if nothing is... off.
I don't understand. Where am I?
How did I get here?
What's wrong with the greenery?
And why haven't I seen any animals?
These questions and many more swirl through my clueless mind, getting no answer. The deer, rabbits, squirrels and even the birds' melody is missing, replaced by deafening silence. Perhaps I'm dreaming... Lost in the strange lands my mind conjures for me to roam in my slumber. I don't know. I don't remember going to sleep, and everything in this strange place simply seem
A Human's Struggle And Fear To Let Go
She looked at me with tired eyes.
She had been worrying too much.
The dark spots under her eyes gave everything away.
When will she understand?, I'm fine, I don't need any help.
She insisted, this only made me shake my head in respond.
"No?" she said, as if she had waited for a better answer.
"What do you mean no?" she kept on, not that I cared anyway...
"Its over, its the end of the line, submit"
She began to raise her voice in dominance.
But this didn’t affect me , I wasn’t too easy to give up.
People used to call me a crackle-head when I was young.
They said I was stubborn and as I grew up I noticed I wasn’t, it was the world.
The world was a hypocrisy.
Teenage girls could have rough sex and beg for more,
But at the end they would play the victim.
Men could abuse of their wives, daughters and any female for that matter,
And yet, they where the perfect example of human race.
Children could be cruel, and mean, and heartless.
Then again, they would a
3. WendigoLe tracce portavano fino a quell'anonimo punto sotto un anonimo albero nella foresta. Poi finivano completamente: qualche ultima goccia di sangue, come se un rubinetto aperto fosse stato chiuso e avesse sputato fuori le ultime gocce, e le impronte delle piante nude dei piedi impresse sul terreno.
Il commissario Sacco, un tipo tarchiato, capelli corti e grilletto facile, illuminava quel punto con una torcia elettrica. Era la prima volta che gli capitava di vedere qualcosa di simile dal vivo e da quella prospettiva. Scoprire le tracce, un caso grosso, quasi sovrannaturale.
Dietro di lui c'erano Alfredo, l'uomo che aveva scoperto le tracce, la sua ragazza Francesca e un altro agente di polizia, Primo.
Alfredo dimostrava quarant'anni portati male, tutto ossa e con i capelli grigi, e ne dichiarava venti. La sua ragazza, di contro, avrebbe potuto averne al massimo ventidue, bella, capelli lunghi biondo cenere e maglioncino a collo alto sopra i jeans attillati. Primo invece era sulla trentina
Deeper It was already high noon and it was just a tad overcast with beams of light hitting the choppy ocean waves. The wind was stronger than it usually was out here and it seemed quite unusual. A lanky man who couldn’t have been older than his mid-twenties stood at the bow of the fairly large ship. His eyes watering behind his glasses from the wind and the strong smell of the sea. Glasses that seemed to want to fly right off his face and into the ocean at any given time. The young man pulled his windbreaker and scarf up to his face and shivered. It was freezing today as well. What odd weather for this time of year. Nature was so out of whack he wasn’t even surprised. Just sad. As a scientist of the ocean he had an extensive knowledge of all the damage that was done by the humans, whether they wanted to admit it or not.
Today felt too surreal and unnatural. Maybe it was just the light and wind playing tricks on his mind, but he felt a great knot forming in the p
nightrip chapter 2hyde swore under his breath. "what's going on?" i ask him, hands still shaking. he doesn't say anything, but he squeezes my hand. the shrieks turned into panicked whispers. the man clears his throat. i notice he's wearing a uniform belonging to a well-known tractor trailor company. "hudson." he says. "i need to speak to you outside." his eyes stare at hyde like a hawk and its prey. "give me a second, levi." hyde spat. levi left, and the bus seemed a bit less tense. "you know that guy?" i ask, confused as hell. what on earth did hyde and this idiot have to do in common?
he reluctantly let go of my hand, rolled up his sleeves, and stood. i couldn't help but notice his tattoo of a dagger with a pink ribbon intertwined. it said, "kara veronica december 26, 2006- april 5, 2007". who was kara? a younger sister? now didn't seem like the time to ask. "sadly. i'll be right back, dear." he said, simply. i couldn't help how gorgeous he was. the way he carried himself was elegant, and confident, b
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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