goliix
what is it about the stillness that leaves such an eerie feeling? doesn't it mean calm and serenity? are we so accustomed to the hustle and bustle of the city that anything natural, such as the tranquility of life, seems so...unnatural? we've grown backward! what is this?!
"here's the key," he said as he handed the queen something wrapped in a velvety material. "whether you choose to use it is up to you. i've completed what you requested of me. i'm afraid i can't be of any more insight. my sincerest apologies, my queen"
"well," she began, "the more important matter at hand is that you have returned unscathed and undetected. we both know the uproar that would have sparked had anyone had the slightest clue you were there..."
"thank you, my queen," he replied, "your compassion has no equal."
"i have one more request of you."
"my queen?" he felt uneasy now.
"run." the words echoed through the stone walls.
this was what he had feared most.
all we had to do was sustain the bleeding until the medics arrived. it seemed impossible at this point because although we had plenty of cloth to wrap the wound (much thanks to the two men nearby who literally took the shirts off their backs), the severity of what was underneath that cloth appeared to be exponentially more overpowering. but we couldn't let her see the damage- not yet. she would certainly lose hope in her own survival. i don't mean to judge but as it was, the look in her eyes didn't leave much room for assurance that she was much of a fighter. in fact i don't think the look in her eyes had a look at all.
"We're losing her!" I shouted, "Are you sure they're coming?!"
silence.
insanity. magic. fable. miracle.
his voice felt almost multi-textured. the quality of it left a chill in my skin. it's not something i've felt before or something i would ever like to have revisit my body again. but as i think about it now, i have a faint recollection that i've heard it somewhere before... some time ago before i found myself in this wild predicament. but where? it took me about five minutes to remember that the voice i just heard at my front door was that of the man who killed my father seven years ago.
now i was frozen and numb.
these little ones... how marvelous they have become. the way they grow here in this little tuft of earth that was once distastefully bare. who knew so much colour could sprout from pieces of plant so small? now these flowers have overtaken my front yard and i have my darling husband to thank. he's the one who angrily stormed out of the house with a handful of "rubbish" and threw them to the floor. that temper of his simply gets the best of him. but there goes to show you, not everything is what it seems. he is reminded of that everyday. lilac, fucsia, white... the impatients are growing more wildly everyday, but his impatience has somehow subsided. the intricacies of nature never cease to amaze me.
she was a carbon copy of her. i couldn't believe it. after all these years i missed, after all the time i had forced myself to stay away, i was face to face with the woman i loved. and i felt ashamed to have walked away. but the truth is, if i hadn't we'd all be dead. but that was the worst part of all- she had no idea.
the rotations keep it going. the momentum keeps it flowing. kinetic energy won't let you stop. remember your legs or else you'll drop. the chain is the link to all those parts. thank goodness for this. thank goodness for hearts.
yayy bikes!
he left her on the other side. now what? she was right behind him the whole time and now she's gone. how did this happen? he was livid by now. cursing under his breath.
but as fast as the realization came, the answer came faster.
he knew now what he must do. the new question- was he ready? the answer? well, he only had a blink's time to decide. the Window was fading...fading...fade-....
half of me says yes. half of me wants to take advantage of the time i do have.
half of me is honest. half of me will win.
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