A Single Arrow_Today, I got a window as a gift_Ginger and Absinthe_To Want, and To Be Found Wanting
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A Single Arrow
Ravaged homes lay behind Zaas. Smoke rising from the ashes, a stench rising from the bodies, and wisps of leftover hope from the dead that the living would soon find safety.Part of him thought he was surely dead. After all, not even the black hairs on his arms seemed to be twitching as he lay beneath the jutting stone. Hours and hours he had lain there as the fighting had ensued outside the safety of the stone. Hours and hours had he clutched the new, shiny, and smooth quiver with its untouched arrows- of which only one had not fallen out in his rush for cover under the stone. Hours and hour...
Today, I got a window as a gift
Today was going to be a day like any other. I wake up at the same hour. I wore the same clothes. I did the same chores. I behaved in the same way. There is only reason why I’m saying it WAS going to be a normal day is because of two events that turned everything upside down: First, today I was getting a year older. I once heard my mother saying that everyone celebrates being one day closer to death, so of course a party was to be expected. Me not taking much part on it was to be expected, too. And so was having to compensate the lack of guests with the friends of my siblings. This ritual repea...
Ginger and Absinthe
The early morning sun was starting to burn through the morning fog. The heat of the afternoon approached nonchalantly. For now, the weather is perfect with a little chill in the shadows. Along the waterways, an unassuming man was on a stop along his walk and feeding the birds. First came the pigeons, whose territory he was in, then a large raven landed while another rested on line nearby. The pigeons gave the huge bird space, deferring and staying out of striking distance no matter what was thrown. Today's breakfast was bits of scrambled eggs and bread. His bites of the sandwich alternate...
To Want, and To Be Found Wanting
The office of the headmistress, located on the highest floor of the central tower, is the most intimidating room in all the Royal Arcanum. Everybody thinks so. The detailed sandstone suite is populated by strange artifacts, which are sure to break under too heavy a touch; by sacred tomes a handspan thick or more; and by grave old witches in cultish beige robes. It also happens to be my mother’s place of work, but never mind that. Today, she is not mama, but a dutiful disciplinarian. The look on her face is illegible.I look toward the women awww.onedoor.cct her flanks, Mistress Keita and Mistress Badu. Their...