Ronnie the River Man_Cassandra Dreams of Brooklyn_The woman in the mysterious city_Tea For The Queen
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Ronnie the River Man
Beatrice stared through the tree’s overhanging branches, smoggy sunlight peeking through its red and yellow leaves. The air was filled with the sound of running water, along with the cracking of wood from the nearby fire. Even so, she pulled her wool blanket close and rubbed her hands together. Despite it being noon, the frigid air filled her tired bones and flushed her cheeks. She tried to fight it back, but a series of harsh coughs burst from her lips. Afterwards, she massaged her throat.Stupid skin, she thought irritably. She had lost too much weight, too quickly, leaving loose skin hanging...
Cassandra Dreams of Brooklyn
When I told them the building would come to flames at half past three on a cloudy Saturday in November, they laughed at me. The men. The firemen. The red axe-holders ran their chuckles up and around my concern. Even the dalmatian laughed with a clipped bark that betrayed its tender spots. I took my lunch pail filled with the ham and lettuce my mother had packed me, and I walked the seven blocks home.When that Saturday in November arrived, the smoke could be seen from the playground at my school, and our teacher leftwww.onedoor.cc us mid-sentence when the principal came into the room to let her know that it ...
The woman in the mysterious city
In the mysterious city, skyscrapers dictate the heights life lets you reach. 50 floors above, you realise the people below are a minuscule detail. Like in miniatures, the cars are buzzing and people move around quickly. From the top of the building, a luxurious condominium is visible through its big bright windows. The sun shines through, and you notice a lady sitting on the settee. What bothers her is unknown: She seems distraught and lost in her thoughts.From one of the corners a man appears, and he joins her on the settee. His attempts to pacify her go in vain, and at last, he loses his coo...
Tea For The Queen
WRITER NOTE: This is a retrospective for one of my characters, Queen Esther Greath, through her eyes in Chapter 41 of The Blacksmith's Nephew. This also happens to be one of my favorite chapters I have written so please enjoy.It has been nearly four days since I, Queen Esther Greath of the Northern Kingdom of Rissindell, has sent my brave warriors out to save my one and only daughter Ruth. I have been hardly sleeping for the past few days. Each day, I keep on thinking about my daughter and each night, I was having nightmares which were being fueled with the Dark Wizard in them.One night, I dre...