The Horned Owl's Name_Seer of Nova Valley_"Flies"_It is summertime
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Alma Neiman was known for nothing. Which in her line of business, was to her benefit. The Horned Owl, however, was known for her skills in relocation throughout the kingdom. She had been employed by assassin and mark alike, and that gave her the kind of power she needed to guarantee herself and her clients' safety. It was best no one recognized her, she knew. And among her clientele, in the palaces of the far-reaching kingdoms and in the dungeons of unfriendly nobles, she was grateful for it. But on days like this, when she waited at the tables placed outside an inn, watching joyful reunions o...
Seer of Nova Valley
SEER OF NOVA VALLEYThe world was growing increasingly indifferent, non-compassionate and barbaric. In such a world, small acts of kindness had become practically non-existent. I reflected on this as I hurried through the red bricked lanes of Nova Valley, my hands buried deep inside my pockets, the collar of my coat wrapped tightly around my neck.The alley was dark and I was startled when a voice called out from the shadows. It took a moment for me to spot the dark silhouette of a homeless man, hunched over on the pavement with a ragged blanket to keep him warm.“A penny to read your future, mad...
"Flies"
“Flies”. A gruff voice cuts the single word into the air, breaking the silence that had been slowly suffocating the two men seated across from one another at opposite ends of a finely carved wooden table. The word floated through the speechless void, lazily drifting from one occupants lips to the other occupants ears. “I'm sorry?”, said a small voice from across the sea of oaken tabletop. The inflection in his voice was punctuated by a shwww.onedoor.ccarp rap on the polished surface, as one hand belonging to the man at the near side of the table came down to end the life of the flying pest that had ma...
It is summertime
I had to visit my cousins for christmas. I had promised them for years that I would take the time to drive and visit them. I did not mind the three hour drive and traffic, I just wanted to fullfill my promise. There I was with my old banged out buick navigating the highways and freeways of the town which I was so bonded with, and I had to make plans if at all I wanted to leave it. I arrived with my parents when I was young. I met, dated my soon to be husband and we lived together with my family for years. When he died I could not summon the courage to start over again. My parents left me wonde...