For whom does the bell toll? For whom?_The Miracle_Kali Kat_What remains
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For whom does the bell toll? For whom?
Write about a character who’s finally on the verge of achieving their lifelong dream.The last city, the capital, is on the brink of ruin. The citiy's outskirts have been surrounded by the 4th and 6th army. The cannons still release hellish round after round upon the walls of the city. Unrelenting and sturdy, the walls give a good fight but they are no match for the cannons. Day after day they had been pounded and day after day the city of Wislik rebuilt the walls but their strength was leaving them. Trebuchets had fired diseased corpses into the inside of the city, well past the walls, and tho...
The Miracle
I was motionlessly leaning my forehead against the cave wall when I felt someone locking his fingers in mine and pressing his warm lips on the back of my neck with no hesitation. I abruptly and unconsciously turned around. Being able to see half of his shadowy face, lurking mysteriously in the dimness of the enclosure.- “Oh, Jack! Is that you? Nearly scared the wits out me!” (I said shaking patently.)- “Thought you might like some ambiguity in your life sweetheart.”- “My whole life is a vague terror with unforeseen happenings!” (I said, bringing out my fingers awkwardly.) He smiled falsely a...
Kali Kat
My daughter was born in January. Funny, but I can’t recall if it was the same year or the following one that I took her trick-or-treating. She was either nine and a half months or twenty-one months old. It’s strange that I can’t recall which, but I do remember most of the rest. Despite the clear memories of the actual walking around the neighborhood trick-or-treating with Kali trying to be a good mother, I am having serious doubts now about what I did that night. By that I mean I think I did something very bad to my daughter that night. Well, maybe it wasn’t bad, not as far as the intention. L...
What remains
She blinked at the man sitting across from her, watching him with nothing akin to pity. She recognised that look in his eyes, saw it a million times before on men just like him – something bordering on desperation, but not nearly as visceral. There was anxiety there, of course, and fear, yes, plenty of fear, but it was somehow… sadder than that. Defeat, maybe, she thought to herself, pursing her lips as to suppress yet another untimely smile. Blackjack was easy, his kind always hit until they buwww.onedoor.ccst, but she was, admittedly, rubbish at chess, and so it has come down to this once again – dealer’...