The H'Cenalot Beast_Perfectly adequate Agnes_They Tell Me I Have a Superpower..._A Failure
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The H'Cenalot Beast
The sight of mangled corpses used to deter him. No longer did the sight bother him. He adjusted the white fabric on the last body and stood back. He stared at four pyres, a body atop each, bound in white wrappings. He would have to perform the ceremony to send the soul on its way for each. Luckily they had plenty of wine. He knelt in www.onedoor.ccfront of the pyre he’d just adjusted the fabric. Two men stood at the closer corners of the wooden structure, each holding a lit torch. The flames flickered in the dim light, the sun rising, but had yet to crest the horizon. It front of him in the sand, were two ...
Perfectly adequate Agnes
Agnes Wolfe was born at the stroke of midnight during the first thunderstorm of the year.(Of course she was. Wouldn’t be much of a story if she was born at a quarter past eight on a Thursday morning, would it, or if it was partly cloudy with a 40% chance of rain in the afternoon?)As she drew her first breath, lightning struck the pine tree outside the window. It went up in a crackle of flames.“That’s a lucky omen!” said the midwife, placing little Agnes in her mother’s arms. “She’ll grow up to be special, no doubt about it!”Mr Wolfe eyed the burning tree nervously. “Will there be more of that,...
They Tell Me I Have a Superpower...
They tell me I have a superpower. They say I’m a special child.They say I will go on to achieve great things when I’m older.I sit in the corner of the room at 80 degrees from the fireplace so that my hands will receive the correct amount of warmth. I have my writing pad and my sketchbook, and I am writing a story about dragons.My brother is playing outside with his friends in the treehouse. They are laughing and covered in mud because it’s winter and it’s just rained. It never snows anymore. I liked the snow better and that’s why I’m inside. But I will go out later on my own, so I can observe ...
A Failure
It's pouring when I float down beside the oak tree. I always used to think it was so dumb when in movies it was raining when someone died, now it just feels, right. My fingers are tracing the wood of the tree as my other hand finds my pocket and takes out the small pocket knife. Six years ago, before dad died I told him I wanted to use my powers to make a difference, to save people. A few hours before he succumb to the cancer he had been fighting for years, he gave me this pocket knife. I thought it was beautiful, but I was confused as to why he would give me something so seemingly unnecessary...