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undecided endings part 15 In the room, I saw a large bed, whereon laid the lady of the house. The lord and Adela stood on either side, restraining her while she thrashed violently. Adela's pack lie at the foot of the bed, a mortar and pestle sat on the end table, near the bed. The lord looked distressed, but as they looked up at me in surprise I realized something was not right.
I froze in my tracks and stood there, unable to speak or make anything of the situation. They looked at me in shock. Even Adela seemed surprised; something I had never seen before. The moment seemed to drag on, and I was immensely grateful when their attention turned from me, and back to the thrashing woman.
"Ciara, get over here and help hold her still!" Adela yelled as she and the lord wrestled to keep the lady down.
I instinctively did what I was told
undecided endings part 14 I unrolled my mental map of the house and began to retrace the path Katherine had unknowingly given me, and set off down the hall to my right. For a moment I doubted the plan would work and considered turning back and leaving the rest to fate, but Rowan's words echoed in my mind.
Do not stop or slow.
And so I continued down the hall, knowing the next few minutes were the most critical I had ever faced. My instincts told me to walk slowly and quietly, look down, and stick to the shadows, but I knew I could not do that this time.
Walk confidently and act like you know what you are doing. If you try to hide or act suspicious in any way, they will stop you, so you must be sure.
As I neared the end of the hall and prepared to turn down the very corridor that led to the lord's chambers, I sent a si
undecided endings part 13 "Last night I was here in my room, contemplating the existence of magic and wizards when I heard lots of shouting and commotion. A few moments later, my maid burst into my room all flustered and out of breath. I asked what was troubling her, and she collapsed on the floor. I rushed to her side and spoke softly to her until she came around, then asked her what had happened. She told me that a man had tried to kill my father! At first I did not believe her. Why would anyone want to kill my father? He is a kind, just ruler and has no enemies."
She trailed off, deep in thought, but time was short and we needed answers.
"What happened next?" Rowan prompted her.
"That's all I know of," she said, "after that, a guard came to my room and told me that I was to stay here until further notice.
undecided endings part 12 As we approached the high gates, the house looked much less inviting as it had when I first saw it. The guards at the gate stopped us and looked suspiciously at Rowan as he explained that Katherine had given him permission to enter. They asked about me, and he told them I was a friend and that Katherine had asked him to bring me along. Eventually they let us pass, but made us leave the pack with them. Rowan grudgingly agreed, and we walked through the gates up the broad dirt path toward the house.
The guards at the front door let us in and told us to wait at the door until an escort came to take us to Katherine's quarters. We stood there looking into the huge hall for some time. I took in every detail and tried to commit it to memory in case I found myself there again on my search for the lord's chambers. There was a large double staircase that curved
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
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