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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
She called out into the white corridor, "Hello?"
No voice answered but her own.
Her soft footsteps sounded like giant foot falls,
and when she thought someone was there,
she realised it was her own.
After scouring the long and white halls,
there was a black and white door.
A room with a single table.
A single table with a single book.
It was stained with jet ink,
the scripts mixed in seamlessly with the black page.
It was a black book.
she opened it.
The ink was wet and clung to her fingertips.
Someone did this not long ago.
Answering the unasked question,
A page flipped and it said,
in dripping white ink,
Her breath stilled,
and she turned the page.
'Do you know me?'
'I know you'
'You don't know me'
'But I know you'
'I could tell you'
'do you want to know what I am?'
She reached the end of the book
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
I looked around. Nothing was in sight, apart from the lush trees and greenery of the Amazon jungle. My little sister Evie tugged at my hand, her thumb in her mouth. ‘I wanna go home, Jade.’ She said, taking it out and looking at me nervously. I smiled slightly at her and swallowed. We had been stranded in the jungle for two days after the plane crash which our parents died in, and I wasn’t sure if we had a home now. ‘Me too, Evie.’ I whispered, slowly walked over to the little shelter I had built for us and sat down. I plucked a berry from the bush next to it, while Evie followed me and sat down in my lap, cuddling up to me. I pretended the berry was an airplane, and was about to pop it in Evie’s mouth when I heard a noise. Something was coming.
I turned around and screamed. A creature was lurking in the shadows, getting closer by each step. E
La TormentaSonó un trueno que retumbó por todo el monte, iniciándose así una brutal tempestad. La chica corrió cuesta abajo, asustada, con un único objetivo. Debía encontrar refugio antes de que las arpías de la tormenta, monstruosas criaturas que atacaban a los caminantes inocentes que no encontraban cobijo a sus tormentas. Descubrió un atajo entre unos matorrales. No sabía a dónde llevaba, pero si era a un pueblo, entonces convenía tomarlo. Estaba demasiado resbaladizo para correr por él, así que, sin importarle su vestido fino y elegante, se sentó e impulsó su descenso monte abajo.
Un rayo cayó amenazadoramente sobre el pico del monte, iluminando todo a su alrededor con una tenebrosa luz amarilla. La chica volvió a tomar impulso y siguió deslizándose, asustándose más a cada centímetro descendido. Oía los graznidos de las arpías, el zumbido de sus alas acerarse a to
Stormy Night"BOOM!" The sound of thunder from the outside, startled me as I set out the snacks for tonight. I checked outside hoping it hadn't started raining yet. The clouds looked grey almost as if they were going to burst from all the water they held inside. I started to worry that my friends wouldn't make it in time. Then just as I was about to call them to hurry to my house, my doorbell rang. I opened the door, and sure enough there they were. They were my two best friends, we have know each other our whole lives and it helps that they're siblings. Their names where Maureen and Asher. We decided to watch a scary movie marathon, since my house had the biggest TV and our parents were gone for their getaway.
"Come on in, before you guys get soaked from the rain." I said as I practically pulled them into my house. I took one last look outside before closing the door. Thunder was roaring but still not a drop of rain.
"Are we gonna watch some scary movies or not?" Pestered Asher.
"Of course, I just
Exit Sign The world was spinning. Like a necklace spun around a finger; each revolution getting smaller and smaller until it stops. There had to be some way off this ride. The faint smell of Aqua Velva sat in the in air. Canon in D major was drifting down the hallway or up it; rising and falling into nothing. My knuckles were red as apples. What had I gotten myself into?
This wasn’t how it was supposed to turn out. It was supposed to be better. Everything had gone according to plan. Was this just the final step of the plan? I can’t even remember what the plan was.
I was in a hallway but I could not tell which way was which. A subtle fog was hanging, blocking my view. I could feel a wall near me. A sign half way up the wall read B3. There was a door next to the sign but no handle. Farther down the hallway I could barely see another sign that read B6. I kept stumbling, forever looking for a door that didn’t exist. The hallway continued for w
TMP: Don't Mention ItThere is a stillness I have never felt before.
I know I have been in this place before, but before now, I have not been here.
A moth flies by. Did it notice me? I am now one of the scenery. Another face. I am not “me”. I am “that person”. I am “a week ago.”
I am here but I am not. Neither is she, but she and I are not in the same “here”that I now exist in. Midnight has settled her quilt over this place and I am lost but for the artificial stars that light a ways home.
It was once my way, but now is not.
The stillness in my “here” rumbles with the echo of another “here”. Someone else, in their own “here” has arrived. There are more lights, but darkness follows them.
The glass walls between our worlds shudder. I know there is sound but it does not belong “here” with me. “Someone” is beating their fists on the ground and on the sky, but I am not “here” - I
One NightAs I lie in bed, the nightlight casting long shadows across the walls, I can't help being scared.
I hear a fierce prairie storm approaching, thundering hooves upon the warm spring air. Then the rain starts. Huge battering rams against the windows; echoing with each pounding strike.
Streaks of lightning burn across the sky incinerating the air above our house, their light blinding me through tightly closed lids.
Serpents and spiders leap at me from the momentary blackness after each bolt of lightning before my vision returns. Branches sway in the howling, snarling wind, crashing against the house; relentlessly, unceasingly they hammer away at the siding, frail protection from what lurks outside.
But it isn't the demonic storm outside, Mother Nature's raw fury, no; it is what lurks in the dark inside that I fear most.
The closet door creaks open with each gust of raging wind, the power dims and the nightlight flickers, then winks out. Suddenly all is dark, the silence is deafening as flo
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