It was the second time this week. She cursed herself for getting sloppy. Her fingers combed through remaining trinkets she had retrieved earlier in the day and sighed heavily. The trade won’t be enough. She would have to go out again, and soon. But how could she avoid the sentries after getting spotted twice already? They knew her face by now, or if not her face then her fiery red hair. Well then,...
“So I have a question to ask you. Or maybe more of um, a statement I suppose.”
He looked at me, waiting, a curious smile playing at his lips.
I forced myself to look at him despite every nerve telling my eyes to stare at my hands rubbing together. I hesitated, rethinking how I was going to word this. “Do you remember when you first saw me?”
“That sounds like a question, but yes I do. Why? Do ...
~April 23, 2016~
A bird landed on my hand today. Is that a sort of sign or something? A symbol that I’m destined for greater things like some Disney princess locked away in some tower? Perhaps my Prince Charming will come scaling my tower of emotional insecurity and rescue me from my own self hatred.
Or at least I thought this until it proceeded to take a shit on my boots and leave, so...there’...
Dark rectangles of oak punctuated the thick layer of dust that had settled on the forgotten shelves. The histories which had once decorated the stone halls were gone, along with every trace of the master’s belongings. His pile of journals were no longer on the corner of his desk, nor was the pair of ornate statues of Grecian figures which cost more than the sum of his absent belongings. Where had ...
The wind stung my cheek as I stepped from the warm hallway of the dormitory. Frost had settled on the tips of the trees, not yet melted by the sunlight that would soon make its way over the four-story building. I sighed, equally melancholic for winter’s impending departure yet delighted as my breath puffed out like white smoke from an invisible pipe.
I caught movement from the corner of my visio...
