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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
Blue SunThe sky was black and the sun was a blue void. The grass beneath his feet was aflame yet it did no harm to the grey monsters ravaging the straw huts. He raised his arm to cast a spell, yet no magic came forth, he came crashing to the ground, the fire freezing his flesh where it touched. Before he could rise the grey things swarmed him, people cried out his name in anger. They begged him to save them, but he was helpless and about to die. As the monsters pinned him down and stood drooling above him a single clear voice rang out from above. With a flash the greys vanished, the people stopped screaming and the sun came back, he looked about for the voice, there behind a tree was something. He walked towards the tree yet it came no closer, something small shifted in the gloom, he hurried faster and called out but the trees were getting farther away. He jumped and tried to fly when he did the voice said something, he strained to hear as it repeated itself, then he turned and saw a monster b
Julie and NicholasJulie and Nicholas were engaged. They were the type of happy couple that made single people bitter on St. Valentines' Day. Nicholas had to agree with his buddies- he was a very lucky man to have landed such a beautiful woman. She was smart, funny, didn't mind watching monday night football with him; she was confident but not too controlling, and Julie didn't backseat drive at all. There was one weird thing though, that he didn't tell anyone. On the 12th of each month, Julie insisted that she be alone. She didn't let him visit her at all. At first, he took it personally. But after almost a year of it coupled with her insistence that it wasn't personal, he just grew used to it.
Until one day, on October 12, 2013, he forgot.
"Jules?" He stepped into her apartment with a sing song voice. A bouquet of vivid red roses was in his hand. He shut the door behind him and pocketed his keys. There was no reply. Maybe she was in the shower.
"I know I'm a day early, but I bought you a little annivers
Barb-e's Guest“Of all the rotten luck in the universe!” Samus Aran grumbled in disdain as she surveyed the damage her ship had undergone. She looked on in irritation at it as it had sustained heavy firepower from the battle she had been in. Parts of it were possibly beyond her skill to fix as she looked at it.
Samus Aran the renowned Bounty Hunter had been ambushed by an attack in the Space Pirates. They had feigned a distress signal as a ship under attack and when she had come to stop them they had turned on her and attacked her outnumbering her twenty ships to one. With skillful piloting and intense maneuvers she had managed to defeat and destroy them surviving it. But her ship had taken damage in it and had forced her to make a crash landing on a nearby planet.
Samus shook her head as she was in her Zero Suit. She had checked the ship, the engines had been battered, the shields were all but gone from the attack, it was barely capable of hovering over the trees with as much damage as i
Five MinutesIn five minutes time, everything will change.
It seems like an awfully short amount of time, to have the lives of hundreds affected. But, if one thinks about it, it really isn’t all that impossible.
In five minutes time – a life could be taken, and in that time dozens more born to replace it.
In five minutes time – a stranger could move from their seat to let an elder take their place, easing their body’s weary pains.
In five minutes time – the last of the coffin soil could be turned.
The dregs of a businessman’s coffee could be seen.
Another star could burn out.
In five minutes time, everything will change.
An awful lot can happen in five minutes.
Your heart races, feet pounding into the concrete, the steady thrum of your blood flowing in your ears. The cheap rubber of your soles giving easily to your weight and the unmoving ground below, contracting it’s stained surface in an attempt to ease its strain.
The rush of resistant air bellow
The Birthday of Tim.It was Tim’s seventh birthday that day. I still remember it well. Tim was a wonderful child. He was an adorable grey furred cat. He was short and a little thin, like most healthy boys his age. He always knew what to say to make people happy.
Tim’s seventh birthday was something special to him. His mother, a great friend of mine, had rented out part of the local ice-cream place. It was lovingly called “The ice-cream bar” since it was built inside a building that once held the local watering hole.
There weren’t too many people in the party. Tim’s mother was a single mom, she didn’t have a man with her. I was there, of course. I helped decorate the banners and put a nice present onto the pile of presents we had for the little boy.
A few of his friends were there. All little, giddy children. They were running around, laughing and playing as kids do. The area that had not been rented by the birthday boy’s parent was full of glum-looking adults
UntitledFirst things first, I was a sophomore in Belfast central school. I ended up not taking BOCES that year due of my stupid counselor not telling me that I needed a full math credit for me to be able to graduate my senior year, because of this the only math class I could take was chemistry first thing in the morning. The one plus side is that I was able to take a mysteries of the unknown class that the school allowed that year, and the unknown was something that intrigued me.
The kids in the class had no curiosity at all, they just did the normal well known things like aliens, area 51, and the Loch Ness monster. However, not me I researched everything and anything from jack the ripper, to Waverly Hills sanitarium, oh yeah I was into all that shit, and was on top of the class.
That was at least 2 years ago, but today still I still have no idea how I discovered the Slenderman. it was like I was just looking for a new ideas for a research project, than just like that I was looking at a whole
ButterflyI was curled up, laying on the ground. Everything was dark. The shadows had overrun me. I sobbed for a bit. Crying, hoping it would end.
- "There is no hope for me. Nobody wants me. Nobody will miss me. Noone will pray for my soul."
I helt my paws over my weeping eyes. In the corner of my eye, I picked up some light. I slowly turned my head around, and I saw a tiny little glowing butterfly.
It was beautiful. To look at something bright, something filled with light in the deepest darkness. I saw it flying towards me, flapping its gorgeous wings leaving a trail of hope. It landed on my soft sensetive nose. I went
cross-eyed looking at it.
Even though I was lost, having nowhere to go in this never ending darkness, I started to smile. Smiling, looking at the wonderful shining butterfly. Some tears falled out of my eyes. I started giggling a bit. Even in the deepest darkness, the well of no hope, the pit of shame, there was light. Hope. Someone. Something
Is This Hell?October 16, 2013, Desert, ?
I'm not sure how I got here, although I think I've been here for a really long time. I think that my brain woke up and I saw that I was here, just walking along this dirt road in the middle of a vast desert. I haven't seen any businesses. I haven't seen any restaurants. I haven't seen any cars, and I certainly haven't seen any people. Come to think of it. How did this road get here? I can't even remember anything. I can barely remember my own name let alone what happened before I got here. Was I brainwashed? Did I have Amnesia? Did I get banished here for something bad I did? Or even worse. Did I die? Maybe this is Hell. If it is Hell looks a lot nicer than I thought it would be. Although it can certainly drive a person crazy. I can't recall the last time I had something to drink. Maybe I haven't drunk anything in days and this is all one big hallucination. Maybe I'm hallucinating the road and the desert and I can't see the real p
Looking for the Easy Way Out: Chapter 9You hate it.
You hate going back to Troy's room and you hate how he can't say anything and you hate wishing he'd just fucking get up already and SAY SOMETHING TO YOU-
You come here two times a week. He never says a word. Troy never opens his eyes. Never fidgets in his sleep. Never breaths quicker or slower. He is like a corpse. Troy, to the world, is dead.
You come here, and you don't say anything. You just. Sit. And you wait. Watching.
It hurts, to see him like this. You look towards the door, and you never expect anyone but the nurses to come through. No one but they do, unless its someone coming in for the other patient. You keep asking them to get a private room for him.
Today, however, Rick comes in. You'd say you were surprised, but you're not. He looks at you, hunched over Troy's midsection and looking broken, alone, and decides to stand on the other side of Troy.
"You look like shit," is the first thing he says.
"You look like a bitch. But that's your normal fa
Kidnapped by My Ex-BoyfriendKidnapped by My Ex-Boyfriend
Summary: Ringo Starr was kidnapped by his ex-boyfriend Rory Storm…but that was a week ago. He’s in serious trouble…and he needs some help fast!
Parings: George/Ringo, John/Paul, and some Rory/Ringo
Warnings: Slash, rape, torture, abuse, Ringo in pain, and language.
Disclaimers: The Beatles and Rory Storm © themselves and story © me Koolkitty9
Ringo looked up as he heard footsteps and gasped. Alan Caldwell aka Rory Storm, had kidnapped him a week ago…he had taken him away from his fellow Beatles, and his mum! Ringo let a sob fall off his lips as Rory walked in. “R-Ritchie..” He purred and cupped Ringo’s chin. Ringo turned his head away and Rory slapped him.
Rory had Ringo’s hands bound together with rope in front of him…hopefully Ringo could find a phone to call George or his mum…but he knew
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.
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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