The merchant traveled along the winding road. It was upon a horse and cart with which he rode.
To town he was headed, to sell his odds and ends. A new concoction of teas he now possessed; a new variety of fusions, mixes, and blends.
It was in the Town of Cottonwood, that the merchant sought to see. Confident he was, in his new collections of tea.
“They shall come from near and far,” The merchant...
“You’ve got the wrong guy!” He shouted, dazed and confused. “It wasn’t me!”
The roar of the crowd drowned out his pleas. He watched, wide-eyed from the window of him humble homestead.
The townsfolk had to of been deceived by her. This had her written all over it. But he never imagined she’d take it this far. He’d underestimated her powers.
The chants of the rage-filled crowd began to align.
“Bu...
“Traat’aliit gar besbe’trayc”
The squad is your weapon.
Everything together.
Nothing alone.
The squad is your weapon.
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((The language is Mando’a, compromised of material owned by Lucasfilm Ltd. and created with the help of Karen Traviss and her Republic Command series))
Really short; I’m not a poem writer in the slightest lol, but I tried....
I was just a boy when it started. The rumors. Talk of large, winged beasts, appearing across the Midwest. It was the least of my worries at that age. Finding my next meal took precedence. That is, until [main character’s role model] took me in. He gave me a purpose; taught me right from wrong. Now I know how that sounds coming from an outlaw, but we have a code.
It wasn’t until I was reaching adu...
When it came your time to speak. You felt the words you’d studiously prepared in your mind fade away.
As if your life wasn’t on the in that very moment, you felt… ease. Or some form of it. Perhaps it was just a lack of caring anymore. Everyone seemed to have made up their minds. Once people chose I side, they rarely ever changed it. You knew that. But… That small, stubborn part of you still wante...
“How do you know that?”
Shit.
You reluctantly turn to see her eyeing you. Confusion was written along her face, and you knew flickers of betrayal and most likely anger would soon follow.
“Let me explain,” They were the first words that you were able to utter. As cliche as you knew they probably sounded to her.
It didn’t take more than a few more seconds for her eyes to widen as she took a coupl...
She bundled the ends of her coat over her chest more tightly, turning to look around as the subtle wind blew at the loose strands of her hair.
This was where they were supposed to meet. Near the arched structure in the park. It was early in the morning; the large walkway was illuminated by lanterns scattered around the landscaped clearing, the light reflecting off the night’s fresh layer of snow....
“… You’re leaving.”
She paused as she went to place another article of clothing into the worn out messenger bag.
Her eyes search the distressed fabric before she looks over her shoulder to see him standing in the doorway.
“We talked about this,” She thought over the statement briefly before voicing it. “I’ll bring unwanted attention, you know that.”
“You talked during that conversation. I liste...
Chaotic. It was the first word that came to my mind. The smoke that scorched the air burned my throat and eyes, obscuring much of what I knew and heard roaring around me; the rage of a gunfight; enhanced by the detonation of flammable material. Stray bullets the scarred the buildings and obstructions littered about the cleaning of the emptying street.
Flecks of ash fell like a fresh snowfall, sti...
From the outside, the estate was viewed by all as glamorous, elegant, and luxurious. The vast halls of the manor held countless parties and social functions. Word spread throughout high society of the lavish Manor, and the graciousness of its master.
From the outside, the estate was viewed favorably by all. But what happened within its ornate halls - behind closed doors - was a reality known to v...