Rhine Lake, The Jump_The Bridge of Life and Death_The Breath Royal_Crash and Burn
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Rhine Lake, The Jump
There it was. The edge. I could smell the fresh salty misty air and if I inhaled through my mouth I let myself believe I could taste it too. I should jump and get it over with while I still have the nerve. Into the deep pool of water below me, that was Lake Rhine. The area we're in is mostly secluded and hidden, you would only know it if you were told what you were looking at...or if you accidwww.onedoor.ccentally found it like I did. There's almost always a mist rainbow over the water making the water itself look multi-colored. Today the weather is perfect to jump. The sky is blue and the water is cool. I ...
The Bridge of Life and Death
There, in one of the most beautiful spots in the whole of Thailand, a young woman, no more than twenty-five stood in the middle of a bridge. A heavy rope entwined her together as one with the steel structure. One frayed end looped through the railway sleepers and the other end hung around her neck. She was wavering, visibly shaking, moving backwards and forwards all at once as she questioned her own commitment. Beneath her feet was a river. If the rope was to break she would drown, she had reasoned. She climbed onto the railings and heaved her legs over one at a time. This is it, she thought. ...
The Breath Royal
Princess Philidora knew how privileged she was, and had always thought she knew where her duty lay.She was generally acknowledged as being kind-hearted and not a Princess Pushy, unlike her cousin, Princess Sarabanda, who tended to forget she was a minor royal, but she had a sharp tongue when she chose, and could outdo anyone in the Kingdom when it came to well-aimed sarcasm and the precisely targeted putdown. Anyway, she was a doctor of physics and literature and astronomy, and had already had several books published, which she had originally submitted using a pseudonym, to prove that it wasn’...
Crash and Burn
The lights of the emergency vehicles painted the forest with a mixture of reds, blues, and purples. Ashley sat on the edge of the ambulance, wrapped in a warm blanket, and taking small sips from a bottle of water. The EMT was still trying to coax her into going to a real hospital, but she refused, just as she had before. The EMT sterilized her leg and wrapped it. Even after he had walked away, the alcohol still bubbled deep within the tender muscle of Ashley’s calf. All along the borders, between the tree line and the yellow police tape, cameras flashed and pulsed. People, no more than vague s...