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Inspiration, RealisationThe dusty quiet of the library welcomed few. It was very like a skittish bird. However, unlike a bird, it could not physically depart when disturbed. Instead, it withdrew its inspirational atmosphere the way a guilty cat retracted its claws upon being caught eyeing the tastier small and fuzzy pets.
Balanced on this tentative beam, Rielyth scribbled over a well-loved sheet of paper. Notes in the margins bred continuously, as expansive as the work itself. She could feel the world and story bursting in her head, egging her on in its impatient way.
A dark curl flopped onto her paper. She wrote over it, the ink in her pen not bothering to distinguish its interruption. The hero was fighting a dragon, after all. It was a nasty, belligerent thing, driven mad by twisted magic and disappointed love. But it didn't seem quite enough. She considered adding a troll, and then settled for burn
3 of 500 AngerThe ringing crack of a calloused hand on a smooth cheek stood still in the air, like an invisible floating island. Athril's skin stung with the force of it, but she refused to shake the soreness from her wrist.
"Take your horse and go," she said, barely able to move her teeth enough to make the words legible.
Wodynis, typically unfazed by the blow, let his eyes coast up and over as he shook his head. Sighing, he lowered his gaze back to hers and quirked an almost undetectable smile. "Always the professional." He lifted a hand and flicked his fingers in a brief, yet intricate gesture, conjuring a rose. "Haven't you even a single thought for the sweet words I--"
He stopped himself, his bright eyes dimming somewhat. It was a ploy that Athril had deconstructed long ago. Yet that had somehow been the appeal of it. She blinked, using the innocuous action to clear her head. "My only thought is for you
2 of 500 FearAir came slow and hard to Ez, inflating his lungs to capacity but not quite exiting. He clutched his knees and stared at the weeds between his feet, blinking through the sweat in his eyes. The bricks of Dame Tanner's home burned into his back, bleeding the heat of the late afternoon sun into his skin through his damp tunic.
He began to ask himself a question, but he didn't have the breath for it. However, his answer came in the form of footsteps on the other side of the Tanner house.
Terrified, he clamped his mouth shut and prayed. His ears burned from the heat and the strain of listening. There were four pairs of feet now, no longer running, but scuffling about, kicking up dirt and pebbles. Four was a relatively low number, but it meant eight fists and as many kicking feet.
Ez swiped at his forehead and eyes, risked a small, silent gasp of air. That many got in the way of one another. He could hand
1 of 500 Hello WorldPebbles rolled down to collect at the base of the hill. Not a soul stirred above it, save for the coarse yellow grass as the field of blades bent in the hot summer wind. High in the air, birds called to one another, some proud and regal, their lesser fellows nattering and indignant.
A fist pounded through the flat earth, sending up a spray of topsoil and grass. It was followed by a hairy head and a rich curse. As he grappled his way out of the hole, widening it as he went, Goshul cursed as only a dwarf could. He was broad-shouldered, even for a dwarf, and splinters of wood stuck in his dark hair like clumps of dirt in a bowl of peppercorns.
Free of the hole, he stood with his feet apart and grimaced at the air. It was humid and smelled of spices. "Another bloody cave-in," he muttered, then spat mud out of his teeth. "Come on out o' there, you great ugly girl."
Another dwarf, considerably smaller and
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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