We Had Names_The Well of Souls_In The Present with The Past_ Prison for Tea
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We Had Names
“It’s just wine,” I lied to Fang as he buried his face into my cheswww.onedoor.cct. To this day, I am unsure whether or not Fang truly believed a word I said or if he just nodded because he needed to believe. Either way, he nodded. Suddenly the blood dribbling off the ax-head was no more than liquor running down a drunkard’s beard. Father remained stoic throughout the whole ordeal. “The villagers have no dealings with wolves,” he had tried to explain once. “Those that live out West, our old neighbors even, know that wolves are a threat to lambs.” At first, I had thought that he had been trying to convince h...
The Well of Souls
Many long years ago, deep in the heart of yesterday, lived a twisted prince called Astor. Where his father was just, he was cruel. As his mother was warm, he was cold. All throughout the kingdom, he was despised. His name like a curse upon the tongues of nobles and peasants alike. Only the enemies of the kingdom had affection for the cruel prince, for they knew if he were ever crowned, he would drag his kingdom into destruction. However, the Prince Astor knew none of this. For his parents still showed him love, the castle advisors still showed respect, despite their criticism. Because ...
In The Present with The Past
There was something good in being made of before, which is really the only accurate name for the substance Past was derived from. Being a spirit derived from such a heady substance gave Past an eternal nature, at least to those forced to perceive it, as while the Present is fleeting and the Future is at times grim, the Past has already taken all it can and is therefore much less frightening. That doesn’t stop the spirit from being little known, half formed and amorphic in the perspective of most who partook in the luxury of Past’s presence.At least that was how Past looked at it, and while en...
Prison for Tea
Lionel wasn’t the spontaneous type; he was a man who stuck to a schedule, his unruly hair brushed every morning by five a.m. While many struggle under the weight of a busy to-do list, this man excelled. His mantra was, “if you’re not ten minutes early, you’re late”. Admired and respected by most, Lionel was top of his class and had the prospects of a productive and successful future. And for the first time in nearly ten years, Lionel found himself void of things to do. According to his schedule, he had three hours of free time before soccer practice that evening. His mother was expected to be ...