His legacy

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Hat do you see

Gulls on the sea

Laughter and glee

Right to the T

Gone is belief

To a night and a thief...

He stared at her as she slowly, with a trembling hand, took the paper from his hand.

His heart was racing, the horrors of the last hour replaying on double speed in his mind.

Her eyes were wide, and for a second he saw years of terror in her eyes, like this had happened to her many a time.

Her face hardened, and now she was void of emotion.

“I-I’m sorry for your loss-“ His voice cracke...

I took the item from his trembling hands. Why my father’s messenger was so upset, so distraught, made me confused. Quite honestly, it made me feel ill. I never once felt that way about him, the man who had given me life. He was a troubled person with a legacy of odd debts, secrets, and a mouth that made my mother whimper. So I avoided him, and now he was haunting me again.

With a nod I turned fr...

Kinda the prompt; follows the idea

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"Go for the legs, Dee!" Leo shouted.

Donnie hit a button on his tech bo and hit the monster's legs hard.

Raph used his power punch and knocked the thing down. Mikey wrapped it in his nun chucks just in case.

"Great job team." Leo smiled.

Suddenly, the thing moved and tore itself free from the restraints. It slowly got to its feet and roared.

"Spoke too...

The man gave a shrieking breath and collapsed with a thud upon the fresh hay of the stable, where above the roof lay unrepaired for several years, leading to rays of the setting sun to peek through.

Daqu bent down, almost deceiving, as if she were about to observe a lowly man's body with empathy. Instead she chose her more logical approach, grasping the small package wrapped in thin twine, damp ...

In his extended right hand, he held a long, slender dagger. Heston’s dagger.

Mallory clicked her tongue, and took it gingerly from the messengers trembling hands, before moving to place it next to Verena’s and Esyllt’s.

That was three Korvanthi Knights dead, three more to go. If Mallory was anyone else, she probably would’ve sued for peace right then and there. They had already lost. But she wan...

The messenger extended his hand holding out a small locket. She reached slowly to grab the powerful locket from his hand. As she retrieved the item from his hand she nodded to indicate that he can leave. The messenger bowed and quickly scurried away. The queen closed the door behind him and slid her back down the wall. Sobs wracked her body causing her to shake. She clutched the locked close to he...

“Do you not like your poached quail eggs, Your Highness?”

Meredith usually loved breakfast, quail eggs on toast her particular favorite. But this morning, she hadn’t touched them. It was the third week without her husband, Prince Rupert, who was out of the country with his father, the king, negotiating a trade deal with a neighboring country. She missed him.

The Head Cook, being informed of th...

In the man’s hand was a trio of stones. The stones were known as soul stones, they captured the soul of an innocent and trapped it in the stones, until such time as the captor died or released the souls. Once the captor died the stones were gifted to one of the captors direct bloodline and only by bleeding on the stones could the souls trapped inside be free….

I cut my wrist and bleed the require...

Jack was dead. Momma’s, too. And Big Momma and Grandpa Stanley, who I barely remember, are gone too. I take the letter from the messenger, Ortiz, with shaking hands. I smile up at huge, lovable, and furry Ortiz, my big brother Jack’s bestie. At six foot six with a mountain man beard and a luscious mop of wavy hair, Ortiz was my favorite play brother. I remember tagging along with my brother and hi...