Stories
I've always liked stories. From comics to movies, I devoured the journeys many characters set out on. However, novels remain special in my heart. Aside from reading both fiction and non-fiction, I eventually took a liking to writing fantasy tales.
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Rows and rows of black birds perched on the wires, silently observing and judging the by-passers with their beady little eyes. They stare, a few crows would reap through the air. Carefully, they move and follow.
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The town moved on brilliantly with their lives, the pond at the centre of the village reflecting the rays from the sun. She had her hood up, the young lass, keeping her head down as she travelled through the bustling streets of the morning sales. The brown cloak donned on her shoulders would ruffle now and then from her consistent movement. She tilted her head up slightly, the hood sliding off an inch. Men and women ignored the girl that stood out from the crowd, trying their best not to meet her eyes. The corner of her lips curled up at the sight of a white crow.
SNIPPET
The leaves crunched under her boots as she ventured into the forest, a welcome sound amidst all the events that’d just occurred. Spectre could still feel her sister’s piercing stare on her back, the stinging on her cheek. It would soon bruise, but she couldn’t be bothered; all her attention was focused on moving her feet. To keep the crunching consistent until she had travelled deep enough to escape Marion’s birdlike vision.
Spectre had thought to save the people. She had fought so tirelessly, night after night for the cure. In the end, as it turned out, the person the Fae were looking to wasn’t her. It never was.
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Execution
There was an execution.
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What is an execution? It is the act of carrying out a sentence of death on a person. It may happen in the midst of war, or during the ceremony of a successful conquest. It may be the death of a single person, or a row of heads. Maybe jeers could be heard as the metal blade passes through skin, flesh, bone, then flesh and skin again. Perhaps cries of relief would sound as a sinner is delivered, or the cold satisfaction of revenge would arise at the sight of a still-warm enemy’s head rolling off the platform without grace. Snickers of politicians as they find their place secure once more, or the swells of justice at the sight of the punished.
