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Foolish Words
The sun was setting; torches were lit. The king's family had been the first to go: his queen, silent and strong, marched herself up to the guillotine and held her children's hands as they died, one after another. Then she was killed herself. King Scipio was perched up beside the traitor, Rhodon, and forced to watch. The rest of his court went after. Scipio was surprised to find that many of them had blankness on their faces, the same blankness he felt in his soul after a month under siege. He was through. His reign was through, and he had no one. No one but the Fool standing beside him, tremb...
When Shadows Fall
In a stone-lined tunnel beneath a city that has long since faded to dust, a woman in a hooded cloak and a man in a fine silk tunic reached the bottom of a long flight of stairs and stopped to catch their breath. Well, just the man's breath, really. The woman, whose name was Vera, wasn't winded at all.After a minute, the man's breathing quieted, and he rose to his full height and strode over to Vera."Thank you ever so much," he saiwww.onedoor.ccd, a grin lighting up his face. "For a minute there, I didn't think I'd make it."When she did not respond, he hesitated, peering into the shadows beneath her hood in...
Dropout
“I can see it now,” Derek told the stoneHe pounded hammer to chisel, slicing flanks from a refrigerator-sized Indiana limestone block. The rhythmic blows - chank, chank, chank – shot shards across his three-sided studio until they smacked against plastic-covered walls.A plume of rock dust that smelled like an oily beach, hung in the air, and slathered him from his work boots to his goggles. His chest heaved. His forearms throbbed. He was 48 years old, and his art felt more like work each day. He flexed his wrists. He was sturdy at 6’2 and 210 lbs. His limbs were still as hard as baseball bats ...
THE WINDING RIVER
Melting glaciers being my source and power for downstream follow. I am born, because of the ice mountains giving in to the heat and pouring down, creating me. Passing through smaller hills, jumping off the mountains, rushing at the bends, quenching many species thirsts, and resting a bit during my journey between valleys and mountains, carrying numerous varieties of inhabitants within and allowing the huge population to utilize me at the surface, I travel restlessly taking note of everything that I touch.Unlike living beings, I don’t get to sleep. Constant movement carrying mud, soil, clothes,...