Flowers hidden in the mist_Nobody is Free_My greatest pain_God's Name is Robert
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Flowers hidden in the mist
Journal of Sir Edmond Starlidge the 5th, Duke of Carthingston.August 4th 1832Even though I am here, I believe my eyes are playing tricks on me. I undertook this exposition as a lark, out of boredom. I didn’t believe the legend of the citadel of flowers. It was suppose to be a tropical oasis shrouded in the mist, deep in the cavern of a glacier. But my dear friend Rupert believed and was going, despite being told he was a fool. So I went with him. Now here I stand, in the middle of a glacier, staring at a lush tropical garden… Jeffery Turnbuckle gently closed the fragments of the journal. He’...
Nobody is Free
A surge of familiarity strikes him www.onedoor.ccwhen he looks at the boy in the glass. Behind the smudges of dirt and the scars that had puckered and healed since, he could recognize himself. He once used to be a prince. At least he thought he was. Looking down at his hands, then at himself in the glass, the day in question comes to him. What did he have to give up to get away? War-stricken, factions split up by politics, was his old country. Of course, he wouldn’t have known anything about that. Not until the beggar came to the back door and had asked for scraps from his handmaiden. The prince had not mov...
My greatest pain
The story was told of long ago. Behind walls of stone and bars so cold. Two men sat at tables face to face. Same in age but not of race. One man broken in heart and soul. The other of leg and one arm not shown. Each sitting alone there in his cell. And then there rings the dinner bell. They meet at their tables pided by steel. And begin to converse over their meals. “What brings you in here my boy?” Says the one of heart destroyed. “I see your leg hurt and your arm gone.” The other man sat up with the longest groan. ”You see my love won’t give to me. Instead another man was meant to be. She ha...
God's Name is Robert
There was a girl walking down the sidewalk, when a strong sense of deja vu washed over him. He never met her before in his life but he could tell you everything about her. Her name was Claire Warren and she was 22 years old. She had a good, comfortable amount of money because her father gave it to her to get her on her feet until she started making her own money. She was in L.A. because her agent got her an audition to play some lady in a chick flick movie. He never saw her before that day but he knew all her features by heart. She had long blonde hair in a high ponytail and blue eyes that see...