The Sea Goddess_Saint Aidan and the Strömkarl_Emily's Birds_Saint Or Satan-A Choice
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The Sea Goddess
Goodmorning Mr. Archer. How are you feeling? “It’s Archy. Where am I?” He said, rubbing his eyes. “You're in the hospital. We just conducted surgery on your right leg, you should feel like yourself within a couple of days. Is there anybody I can call for you?” “Who are you? How did I get here? Tell me!” “Sir, I am going to need you to relax. I am a nurse, my name is Percula and I have a degree in psychology. I am going to help you on your path to recovery. Can you tell me what you remember from last night?” “No, I don’t know anything! Let me go, please! I don’t need any more rest! Why can’t ...
Saint Aidan and the Strömkarl
As the mournful sound of a violin floated across the water, Brigid turned to her sweetheart. “Will you hear that?” she asked him. Donal looked at her blankly.“Sure, and isn’t that the most lovely music!” she replied, letting go of his hand and following the haunting strain.Mist descended over the lake, a fine, grey, cobwebby thing that hid the shadowy figure with the violin. Thin, bony fingers clutched the bow and stroked the strings until they moaned; and as each note rose into the air, the wind grew colder until the lake began to freezwww.onedoor.cce.Brigid’s eyes glazed over and she moved as one in a dr...
Emily's Birds
The beautiful cardinal kept pecking at Emily’s window. Red, bright, brilliant. This bird was perfect. Emily knew what she would do next. The little cardinal had no idea how it ended up in Emily’s garden shed. The bird had never seen a human-type creature with tiny wings before. Today, Emily’s wings were yellow, a faint yellow, like a canary that had gone a bit pale. Now, the cardinal was taking the drops from Emily’s syringe. Sweet, heavenly taste. The cardinal could not resist, and now, now, it was falling asleep. Emily knew this wouldn’t kill the sweet, beautiful bird. She knew, from many ti...
Saint Or Satan-A Choice
The choice that pleases the eye, tempts the tongue and appeals the mind ,the decision that yields more profit, causes less pain, requires less labour,The path that takes no time ,measures a little shorter and feels too easy.The parameters that trigger human brain and produces actions ,that are but the consequences of our own choices.I can feel my sweat roll down the forehead, my throat is numb and lips too dry as here I choose between the two doors.One of which opens to Heaven while the other leads to hell.It’s been an hour that I’ve been noticing the architectu...