The Harvester_Left for duty_Invitation to tea_The King's Count
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The Harvester
What the hell? Where am I? I was laying in a strange bed, I feel my head it is throbbing. I feel my mouth is dry and my throat is sore. My vision was blurred and everything seemed to be out of focus. I was in a dark room very old looking. As my vision tried to normalise I saw the old-timey paisley wallpaper on the wall and the air smelt a sickly and overpowering shade of lily, there was also the smell of something medicinal or clinical, I could not make it out. I saw a woman in the silhouette she was sitting in a chair. I cast a glance around again and thought the room looked like a funeral p...
Left for duty
Instead of the breathtaking coastal scenery, he fixated on the road. He was afraid to speed up in case one of the wheels fall of the car in the feet-deep potholes. That’s when he realised that he should have hired a pickup truck, instead of this fancy 4x4、 He convinced himself that even potholes were part of this adventure and so he decided to embrace all it. His psychologist advised him to get away for a couple of months. She said that studies had proven that a change of environment was best to move on after a stressful event. The Lollipop killer, as they called him in the media, murdered Li...
Invitation to tea
Mary typed the note she had carefully planned. Kara, David was everything to me. He wasn’t supposed to go first. We had so many plans for our future. This is probably a cowardly thing to do, but I just can’t go on alone. You’ve been such a good friend. Guiding me through the worst of it; advising me on all the financial matters. I was surprised at how much was involved. I think you might have been too; except you and David had always talked about financial things I never understood. Maybe you advised him and that’s why there was so much. I’m sorry I can’t be stronger, but I kn...
The King's Count
Upon the death of his wife, the king went mad with sorrow. For days on end he sat silent on his throne, eyes down, his whole court frozen around him, no one daring to speak lest the ominous crackling potential in the air turn them into a lightning rod. Nothing could break the king’s trance, it seemed, not his favorite stories from the court jester, nor his favorite dishes from the court cook. Even his chief adviser’s soothing and cajoling could not rouse him, as the adviser deployed upon his king the same sing-song tones he used to manage his young daughter, which in the past had always hooke...