Talentless - Chapter 1Once, I considered I had an unfulfilling life, nothing worth telling in the least, not having the best or the worst of anything, but being cursed without a talent. But this life did not lack a purpose, the times were changing, the world needed healing and I was going to be a part of it. I just had to wait for destiny to find me. My name is Tasia Rucha, and this is my story.It was a bustling afternoon in the melodically clockwork merchant city of Fhoreniex, which was situated between the icy Millden peaks and the untamed Duskywood forest which bordered the city's wall. In this time in the afternoon many stalls beginning their rounds of packing, aided by countless lowly day labours; many veteran foot soldiers blessed with the endowment of almost inhuman strength, reduced to lifting crates for morsels for dinner."More coal Tas! I need more heat!" Eugene shouted with a tinge of excitement after proceeding to lift his magnifying goggles; one of his own personal creation all in while not l
Our Daily ShadowsThe wolf is starving; no longer satisfied with the marrow of it's servant. Thirsts for blood, for flesh and life from waiting on for the fruits to falls off the evergrowing tree. Staying on the edge between sanity and the unknown waiting for its chance to fight for freedom as it rapturously licks its teeth clean.The stranger walks in my shadow, at my pace remaining in the abyss. She laughs at my falls, tears and flaws. Seeing the world though her black and white spyglass.Death is living across the corner, waiting for the time. He plagues our lives with the knowledge there is no such thing as 'forever.' Hidding on the roads? Waiting for us in the dark depts of uncharted water? Counting all our time down in when we claim our own life when consumed with pain we cannot longer bear? All we know is that he is waiting for all of us to arrive next to him.
Amaiaya's haiku poemsArtifical roadI stalk my mice underneathin my nine livesWater is heavyThe light is growing dimmerI fall into abyssGround is thunderousHiding away from the poachersNothing remains now
Eyes of WulfEyes of the WulfRomany C.My fiance travelled down the aisle of the old church. My cheeks, which were now stained with dried tears which no tissue could stop. The priest, who was supposed to be reading our promises and declaring our marriage in my dreams was here a lot sooner than I ever envisioned; he read from memories and last letters from his beloved family members in grim, dark tone, leaving out all the light from their kind words. I felt out of place from the strangers of the family I'll never get to know, yet I belonged there watching them his brothers, Ethan, Michael and Joshua solemnly took the handles of a casket at least that was the "nice" word for it. It wasn't filled with all of his remains; the detective who had been put on the case of the so called "animal attack" must have abhorred the job of finding all of the blood-soaked shreds of Nicholas, yet I was the only one sitting before the church knowing that. This isn't how I dreamt it would be, of