Since The Day You Left VI: The Mind of a Solemn Salesman

Submitted by Madalyn Clare on Tue, 10/25/2016 - 02:22

Crofton Fief was nowhere near a site where people could be found in the most ubiquitous manner.
It seemed like winter all the time. The sky was bleak and bland - there was no way to know when it was day or night. A murder of crows screeched and rested on dead black skeletons of trees that must have lived and died before the Iron Age. The air was stale, silent, still… the party, all of whom were riding towards the town, shivered with both and eerie discomfort and chilliness.

Out of Time: Four

Submitted by Anna on Tue, 11/22/2011 - 21:06

I fell silent as we stepped off the pavement, out of the cold, and into the chip shop. I wrinkled my nose as feeling returned to it, inhaling the delicious smell of salt and vinegar. We crossed the black-and-white-checkered floor between the rows of two booths on each side.
In I way, I think our order of coping chips was to stall the actual coping. Even the much-pierced girl behind the counter must have sensed the discomfort between us.

Annica Sees- Chapter 7

Submitted by KatieSara on Tue, 08/31/2010 - 16:55

   The next day, exactly a fortnight from when she had come to the manor, she left it, wearing the same blue and green dress. One difference was that Aunt Eldira let her get up later than she had for her first journey. Their goodbye was not exactly affectionate, but it was not as cold as their greeting two weeks ago. "Recent circumstances," as Lady Eldira had put it, allowed for some empathy between the two. Eldira was mourning the loss of a friend, and, in a different way, so was Annica. She'd cried herself to sleep the night before over Alton's shocking behavior.

Narcissa's Julian

Submitted by Anna on Mon, 10/19/2009 - 20:37

They have offered me my life for my love.
They will kill us all- unless we surrender lovely Julian.
He is more than what he seems. He is the chosen one; I see that now.
How could anyone do this to him? And how can he not do it? He is too noble to let them kill us all.
They will hand him over, and he will go.
Lovely Julian!
They have offered our lives for my love.

Behold, he speaks!
He says he will go. He will betray himself to death to save lives. If it will save lives. This he has determined to do, and he will not turn back.


Submitted by Brianna on Fri, 05/08/2009 - 15:16

Left, with bruised heart. Beating a steady weary beat, behind the cover of fear. Afraid to love. Afraid to be loved. Everything just betrayal. Everything ends, just as the heart begins to open; cautiously, quietly, and then it cringes, because it's gone.


Submitted by Brianna on Sun, 11/25/2007 - 18:09

Crucified today
my arms nailed back
stretched out to embrace
held back by your nails

My heart that beat to love
now bleeds my blood
nailed fast my feet
that tried to walk
the path of love and peace

The pain is an unending ocean
stretching before my weary,
dropping shoulders
pulling me away
while I'm nailed here to stay

Your slap in my face
still stings
because of memories
that remain;
the pain and shame
for you