Poems of a story The woman turns, all smiles
Music beats upon skin
Before all turns to ash
Fire erupts and soot
Pulls upon tongue and nose
Fear thick in the air
Hands grasp and pull,
Fire embraces but no burnt skin
A smile radiates as red hot wings move
"Come with me."
Chapter thirty six Chapter thirty six
My breath came out in quivering streams as my blood still raged about. My mind knew that the battle was over for today but my body was still tense and ready to fall back into a Berserker's rage, all I could hear was the thud-thud-thudding of my heart in my ears and deep in my heart I knew that this was a changing point, that I was going to have to do this again. I would lose myself to this and wouldn't be able to stop it because I was no longer free.
A loud cheering broke across the battle field as the dying were taking their last breaths. I closed my eyes and lowered my head in shame, in broken hearted sorrow. I only let myself wallow in myself pity for a few moments before I turned my back on the dead, on the slaughtered. My feet felt like they were trying to lift up the earth as I walked and joined some other people in piling u
A demon's savior, Prologue Prologue
The numbers glowed green in the darkness. A sigh slipped through my parted lips, dawn was almost here.
Dawn was my my favorite time, the sun coloring the world in soft hues. Before, it's hard to think that, my father would drag me out of bed with a old camera around his neck. For hours we would watch the world breathe life back into the sleeping land. My chest tightened painfully at the memory and I blinked quickly, this was the reason I hit people- I wanted to inflict pain that I felt press upon me, I wanted them to know how hurt I was.
The chair groaned with the shift of my slight weight as I leaned forward and grazed my fingers over the window's cold, smooth surface. A hope burned in my chest, a hope that burned like coals waiting for a puff of air. I wanted to go home so badly, to the time when I'd wave my moth
Chapter Two Chapter two: The pain of loss
Nightmares clench and clench and the pain and fear shall forever remain
The shemlen looked surprise when Duncan spoke her name and I gave it no thought to how he pieced it together, or that the name Cousland seemed important, nope I didn't give one flying halla dung who in the Thedas she was. I watched them through my lashes for a moment while trying to ignore the burning in my blood coursing through my body, I could feel that filthy taint work its way through me with each pump of my heart which decided to beat loudly in my ears. I shifted my weight and tuned out the woman when she parted her lips to speak. Stupid shemle
Puella est elui I smile, laugh and joke
There seems to be an inner jester
inside of me
Full of faces, expressions
But for some strange reason
the moment I'm alone
I begin to feel
I always say that the world is
So full of options
But right now
I've never seen a world
Inside of me
the words still tremble
Chapter one: it all starts with betrayal
“It's so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.”
― John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent
When I, Amia Cousland, woke up three days ago the only thing I had to worry about was taking care of my daily duties. That day I woke up with a slight smile on my face, I was so excited because the new book I had wanted had come. I had hurried out of my huge comfortable bed and quickly pulled on a white dress that had golden patterns lacing
Chapter five Chapter five
Someone was talking and it didn't surprise me when I couldn't understand what the person was saying. I exhaled slowly and rubbed my face with my shoulder. I quickly pulled my face away from my shoulder when cold water touched my face, I looked to my shoulder and watched with curiosity as that cold white substance melted into cold water. Slowly with curiosity I breathed over my shoulder and watched as it melted even faster leaving my shoulder red from the coldness. Frantic sounds were coming out from one of the people, only this one had a darker skin tone. I studied his face and pondered about these people.
How did these flat eared people live in this climate? Why did they have flat-ish faces? How could they speak this language? Why weren't they trembling from the cold? I exhaled onto my bound hands and tried to bring warmth back into my poor fingers. I moved them this way and that way and tried the bounds but they were tided ti