Emily, Part One: MemoryEmily
Part One: Memories
White hot anger that threatens all until it is the only thing that she knows.
Your pain, a hallow, male voice calls out. Your pain will be exquisite.
She awoke screaming, clutching her chest tightly until the passing fear subsided. It wasnt a normal fear, but one that bit deep, like a dog hanging onto a bone. She was breathing hard, taking several moments to calm down
She was on a cot in a bare storeroom. A thin blanket was all that she had to protect her form the chill in the air. Underneath she was wearing a simple medical shirt, that was bound behind her back. She quickly checked her body for wounds and found none. The window, that was put high into the wall, let the only light into the room. The light was shadowy but showed a door on the opposite wall.
She got to her feet and nearly fell feeling light headed,
Little Girl LostMommy, the little girl reached up and tugged on the sleeve of her mothers robe. There is no such things as monsters right?
No sweetheart, the mother said with a smile as she tucked her little girl under the cover. There are no such things as monsters... except for tickle monsters!
The little girl squealed in laughter, as her mother leaned over her, tickling the girl through the blankets. With a kiss on her forehead, the girls mother got up and left the room, turning off the lights before she closed the door. The night light blinked on automatically, a feeble light, pale in the deep dark of the room. All it did was create monsters made of shadows cast on the walls. She reached under her covers and grabbed her battered and worn teddy bear. Charlie was a talisman against the dark and shadows and the monsters that lived there.
Any idea who th
Wu XiaMaster! Master! I saw a girl today! Tsang Yao Qi called out enthusiastically as he came bounding up the crumbling stone stairway. Ancient stones, once sturdy but after centuries of overgrowth had become treacherous, as clinging vines bore into the stone. Yet, despite the danger the young boy of twelve took to the steps two or three at a time, as nimble as any mountain goat or monkey. In one hand he carried a slender bamboo rod from which a silken thread and hook dangled.
Master Hsieh leaned heavily on his staff and watched the boy leap up the way. A smile crinkled is worn and wrinkled face, his eyes alight under his bushy white eyebrows. Oh did you know Yao Qi? he chuckled. Is that why we have no fish for dinner tonight?
Yao Qi came to a stop before his venerable master and frowned. Im sorry Master, he said, head hanging dow
A Frozen MomentHave you ever had that moment of perfect lucidity? Where everything coalesces into crystal clarity? Where your life focuses into this single moment in time, like a snapshot, everything is frozen. Sights and sounds become so clear and vibrant, like you could see and hear the infinite. Even the smells are so much more sharper and invoke images, hidden memories that come unbidden but not unwelcome. Like the lady who just walked past me not but a moment ago. She smelled so good, like a warm summer day in a field filled with heather and clover. The smell was so heightened I could almost feel the summer warmth she exuded with her scent. But as soon as her scent passed, the air became chill and stale and it was cold again.
And it was cold! So cold and crisp, that it seemed to heighten my sharpened senses. It is strange that the cold works that way. The chill see
From a Different Point of ViewIve never been in a fight before and honestly, I am a little frightened by the prospect. One never knows how one will react in a fight or how well one will do. There is just too much chance in fight. Too much whim in the will of universe that makes me nervous. You never know where the Hand of God will point you.
My friends though, cant wait. They are so excited, no matter what the prospect. I wish I could be brave like them. I wish I could be eager but I just dont have it in me. It is like I am hollowed out inside and if I get into a fight, I will be smashed up beyond all recognition. I dont tell them how scared I am, I dont want them ribbing me all day. It just surprises me that they dont feel the same way. I just feel, deep down in my very core, that if I get into a fight... thats it. It will be all over for me.&
Dust InsuranceRiley hated coming out to the desert. It wasnt the vast stretches of endless wastes that would drive men to the brink of ennui, but rather it was the dust. The dust the wind would pick up and deposit over everything. He would have to deal with it, be in it, get covered with it. It was inevitable, that when he got back to the safe confines of the city, he would be covered in several grams of fine red dust. He adjusted his suit one more time, cursing his boss.
Mr. Blevins knew he hated the desert, yet whenever a problem arose, it was always Riley that had to go deal with it. Every rancher, every farmer, every company that ran a remote drilling station, every damned person who lived out in the fucking desert who filed a claim, he had to come out and deal with it. It was just too damned dirty out here, not to mention the people who lived and worked out here.
Ten minutes out, Mr. Fletcher.