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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
Imaginary Friends Remember when you were little and had "Imaginary friends?" These invisible people that you would talk to and claim as your best friend?
I remember. I use to have this one imaginary friend and he was my best friend. We would talk.. watch tv.. play with my toys, and such.
Thinking back to those memories, I smile a bit. After thinking about it some more.. it started to become weird..
I remember browsing the internet, mostly about the paranormal since I'm kinda obsessed with that stuff, and I remember reading something that said "Kids are more likely to see ghosts then adults or older kids."
Then I started to think.. what if our imaginary friends.. were actually spirits?
Jolly Sailor Bold Her voice was like silk, bouncing off the damp cove walls. The song was hauntingly beautiful, mesmerizing to the ear. The young sailor continued on his way towards her, enchanted by both the song, and the voice. Boots sloshing through the wet sand, the sailor eagerly walked to his true love. His brain was fuzzy and scrambled, but one thing he knew was to walk towards her. It kept pulling him towards it, pulling him to the angel that was singing.
'My heart is pierced by cupid
I disdain o' glittering gold
There’s nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold.'
She was sitting atop a large rock, her long, wet, black hair covering most of her exposed back. Her skin was fair, giving her an already haunting look to her. Before the sailor could react, he caught a glimpse of shimmering gold and green beneath the water. He let out a content sigh, watching as her body moved in water. She paused, making the sailor snap out of the trance her song kept him in. Turning slowly, she smi
A heart disease.A bitter tear rode down the boy’s cheeks.
Society rejected him.
The city itself denied his existence, under the judgmental buildings.
The wind carried the whispers.
A message of hate and disdain.
His own parents left him behind.
Science branded him a freak.
Religion condemned him to eternal penance.
And medicine declared him a lost cause.
For in this society, in this city, under this air, in this family and before logic itself.
That boy had contracted the worst disease of all.
The biggest evil known to this reality.
He had developed sentiments.
The worst of all heart diseases.
A Glimpse at her Frosty EyesA Glimpse at her Frosty Eyes
By Louie Delk
A women, looking through the icy branches of a tree, brittle leaves in her icy blonde hair, her lips, blue, nearly bitten by the frost, and her steely blue eyes, gazing blankly at whatever was in the distance. That was the last picture ever taken of Ms Sarah Ross, and that picture was the first thing I saw when opening the manila folder that read Classified on the front, in bolded red letters.
I turned the picture to the other side of the folder and looked at another piece of paper, titled ‘Biological Information.’ And it read: ‘Very little is known about Ms Ross. She was kept quiet by her parents, tutored at home through high school, and received a college education from a private academy in upstate New York. Because of her disappearance shortly after her graduation of her 6 year education, it can be guessed that she was in her early 20’s, possibly younger however, judging by her grades and implied intelligence.’
Shrunken at a storeYou were at a store when all a sudden you shrunk were we'll u hide
1) panties/boxer bin
3) switch I'm tiny
MGM Gate -1 (part 14)
Evelyn copied information off their ID's then handed it back to them. There was only one thing left. Lucas handed Godlwing's private number to Evelyn. She placed it on top of the rest of the papers.
After the officers left, Lucas walked around the zoo. He came across a partially shut door. When he opened it he saw camera equipment. He had a curious look on his face. He didn't know what it was there for, or even how it got there. He just closed the door in a cold shoulder manner. Lucas then walked over to Hanz Patrick and Maxi standing at the entrance gate. "Do y'all know, how that camera equipment got into the back closet, to the left of the black lions exhibit?"
"I don't know," Maxi said.
"That door was locked!" Hanz shouted.
Patrick shut the power. All the bulbs on the chandeliers blew out, like candles, only without the occurring smoke. They had left the zoo the way they found it, animal-less.
Meanwhile, spotters were watching over the city from several rooftops. Everyone of the pub
La enfermedad del corazon.Por las mejillas del niño recorrió su amargo camino una lágrima.
La sociedad lo rechazo.
La misma ciudad renegaba su existencia bajo el crujido de los edificios.
El aire cargaba con los susurros de la gente.
Un mensaje de ira y repudio.
Sus mismos padres lo alejaron.
La ciencia lo catalogo un fenómeno.
La religión lo condeno a escarnio eterno.
Y la medicina lo declaro un caso perdido.
Pues en esta sociedad, en esta ciudad, bajo este aire, en esta familia y ante la lógica misma.
Aquel niño había contraído de la peor enfermedad imaginable.
Del mayor mal conocido por esta realidad.
Había desarrollado sentimientos.
La más terrible enfermedad del corazón.
Decsending "You know what? Try telling me something that I haven't heard already from that slimy mouth of yours, that actually makes a lick of sense! I am bone dry tired of listening to your excuses. Just get out!" Maya yelled at him, completely furious with his ignorant attitude. Of course, Mark didn't do anything to deserve this wrath brought upon him, but it was the up-tenth time that he had come for more money and a place to stay, looking like crap. He always came to her looking like a wounded animal, but she was tired of spending her pity on him.
Mark just looked at her open mouthed, as if he was trying to actually comprehend what was happening to him, and how to respond. Like that ever happened before. She looked at her broom, since she had been eyeing it earlier as a third arm to maneuver the beast out her door and onto the curb where he belonged. She was overwhelmed with everything in her life right now, and
Apocalypse Part II quickly tucked in my loose shoe lace and sprinted towards the back of town near the fields alongside the graffiti wall. I was right. I saw them emerging from the ground, escaping their cells. We thought we had captured them, locked away forever. But it wasn’t enough. They had escaped. The Zombie Apocalypse was upon us, again. I looked back and saw others beginning to notice what was happening. An alarm rang out across the town and the zombies arose, heading for my town. A small military force jogged by me and began to set up perimeters around the back streets. “Get into town!” one of the guards commanded me. So I quickly jogged back to the nearest town house. I took a deep breath and squeezed my way between the building and the fence towards the inner city centre – this was a path I took last apocalypse in order to keep my visibility to a minimum, hardly anyone can see you here. As I made my way through the tight alleyway I noticed that the day had became unus
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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