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Ciarto Chronicles 4Go away, brat!
Please, sir! Even just a piece of food will do!
Heard what I said? Go away!
Vans shoulders sank as he walked away from the pub. It was his third meal in a row that he had skipped, if he didnt count the grass he grazed for breakfast. He grew weak from starvation. If only he had a little more energy, he would go off to pick some pockets in the town square.
He was known as the towns rascal. Without anyone willing to take care of him or any memory of his family, he learned to live alone in the town where everyone hated him. He might seem like a scrawny impish boy but deep in
Ciarto Chronicles 3On the balcony of a ruined castle, a huge monstrous beast collapsed onto the floor. Extreme weakness overcame the burdened creature. A young lady sat beside where the beast lay, caressing his face.
You came back for me, said Beast. I thought you never will.
Of course I will, Beast, replied Beauty. Im here and Ill never leave you again.
You dont have to. But at least I can get to see you one last time
Dont say that, said Beauty, her sadness overwhelming the smoothness of her voice. Youll be fine. Youll just need to &
Ciarto Chronicles 2Ralian sat on his throne, looking ultimately bored. He really didnt see the point of having a throne room in his castle in the first place. He just sat there doing nothing. Well, not exactly nothing though. Lets just say hes waiting for something interesting to happen.
Do you really expect something to happen? asked Lorel who stood by his side.
Of course, he replied. Im the descendant of many evil warriors, sorcerers, witches, and kings and this castle had been the prime prospect for adventuring protagonists. This castle has been invaded lots of times during the time of my grandparents.&
Ciarto Chronicles 1The rain poured down as though it had never rained for eons. The dark clouds shrouded the morning sun, allowing only a meager amount of light to pass through and shine over the ground. Everything was wet and soggy from where Lorel stood. The only thing that kept her warm and dry was her cloak that she always wore.
The sound of clashing blades and footsteps on puddles of mud echoed through the courtyard where Lorel stood. Those sounds were there for the past thirty minutes and Lorel just stood there just anxiously watching two men fighting to the death.
The fight was brought to a short pause. Ralian thrust his sword to the cobbled surface to
Monday 7:55 amBy the time I wake up, I realize that it's already 7:55 in the morning, 5 minutes before my first class starts. As much as I wanted to collapse back into the comforts of my bed, the other part of my would always pull myself up and head to the shower. Others might find it detestable but I have no choice: I'm on the verge of being late for class and the water proved itself to be too cold for me to bear so I just stepped in for a split second and wipe myself with the towel.
After putting on my clothes, I take half a minute to fix my hair to conceal the fact that I didn't shampoo this morning. Usually, the scent of my shampoo lasts for two days
What Am I? Lingering in that photo...
In that simple shot (still, I feel the bullet there)
I look, and I see a woman.
I am not a woman.
I have never worked for a lifestyle,
given birth for an allowance
I have never truly loved a man.
I am not a woman.
I do not have the means to
to wake, feel the calling..(oh, it calls, but I do not answer)
and move, move, move
until I reach a place of
I am not a woman.
Sometimes, I still take the
of my childhood and
place it on shoulders of
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