He Looked Better From A Distance_The Beauty of Us_Destiny Forged_Four Marsupials Walk In A Quinceañe
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He Looked Better From A Distance
“When at last we meet, we shall talk so soft, the way young lovers do…”“I daresay,” Natalia teased, “you are making eyes at the bard.”“Lia!” Grace whispered furiously. She dropped her gaze and smoothed the fabric of her dress. “Must the entire court hear your babbling?”Lia’s smirk grew wider. “Gray, the entire court can see you staring at each other. He looks more often at you than at his lute.”“Nonsense,” she replied, though a smile tugged at her lips. As if against her will, her eyes wandered back to the slim figure lounging in the midday sun at the other end of the garden. Music flowed from...
The Beauty of Us
It was in the final room of the final tower of the final kingdom that I was to lay eyes upon her once again. It had been months, but felt like years, day after day of sluggish and gruesome war. With the power gifted to me, a commoner of low stature, I had slaughtered villages, laid waste to cities and their armies, and forced every king and queen to bend knee before rending them to their rightful place beneath me.They would kiss my hands, beg, plead, offer their bodies and minds to me- entire armies of concubines and vast riches- but yet none offered reprieve for my people. The agony would no...
Destiny Forged
I hold the sword in my hands. Moonlight glints off its shimmering blade. A blood red ruby gleams in the golden cross-guard. The length of the fuller glows with ethereal light and is ice cold to the touch; cold as the hand of Death iwww.onedoor.cctself. I can hear the voices within. Souls, hundreds of them, vanquished and enslaved by the blade.The wind howls on this blustery night, but I can still hear his footsteps approach from behind. He stops a couple yards before reaching me, sees the soul-eating weapon in my hands. A deep, mournful sigh brushes past his cracked, withered lips. “I did not believe Sister...
Four Marsupials Walk In A Quinceañera...
The fiesta de quinceañera was supposed to represent the coming of her womanhood. A family gathering in which her Abuela could look at her in a new light, her father can shed a tear, and for extended family to see their cousin and niece in her greatest light, years later on her wedding day. It started off good from the Misa de Accio de Gracias to the Quinceanera herself in her sparkling aqua-marine ball gown and the banquet hall with balloons and blinking colored lights that went with the accordion of the music for the long festivity. This was supposed to be her day. It was important to his old...