A Higher Dream_The Last Swailing_Royal Flush_The Pattern
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A Higher Dream
“Grow up.”Those where fathers words after he back handed me, words almost as terrible as the action. Sticks and stones, I’d tell myself, sticks and stone may break my bones but words…words shall never hurt me.Trailing though when I escaped that kingdom quite a fair amount of years back at only 17 years my prime. And no…it wasn’t an impulse, I’ve thought of such a decision for years and I have yet to regret it. Unfortunawww.onedoor.cctely, those where not the only time I’ve heard the phrase after revealing the wish of joining the empires knights, it’s pretty much become imbedded into my ears the amount of ti...
The Last Swailing
Swailing is the process of using controlled burns to reduce the hazards of wild fires and encourage new growth.Each year, the pratum set the lands alight. This was so that the young could walk across the embers and take the ashes into their wounds. You must consume a little of what you come from, the elders preached. You must bear the pain of what you have destroyed. So they sent their children to walk the swailing each year. That was the penance of the pratum people. Cally drew the blade across the sole of her foot. It was a point of pride among the pratum to draw the blade themselves. She gr...
Royal Flush
“Two sevens,” Liza said, tossing a pair of cards, face down, onto the pile. Theo frowned, then put down four cards. “Four eights.” “Cheat,” Ecc said. Unfortunately for him, when he flipped over the top four cards he saw four eights staring back up at him: hearts, spades, diamonds, stars. He wordlessly took the small pile and added it to his cards. “One jack,” he said, putting down a card. Jack looked at the card Ecc put down for a long time before turning back to his cards. He had four queens: hearts, diamonds, clubs, stars. He had them all. Sort of. “Five queens,” he said, tossing the four o...
The Pattern
Trigger warning: death of petJanie woke as she always did. One minute before her alarm went off. No matter how early, or late, she went to sleep, she always woke one minute before. She laid in her bed. Listening, feeling and waiting for her alarm to sound. Janie was not sure when she first realized her routine, or how it set her up to achieve her day. She now knew that she should take a minute before getting out of bed. This morning, like all the ones before, she watched and waited. As her brain worked out how her day would go the light from the rising sun teased through her window. Janie wa...