I hear birds singing, the wind through the trees, water is trickling along somewhere.
The ground beneath me is soft and slightly damp where I lay. It crackles when I shift my body.
I smell the damp earth around me.
I finally open my eyes. Slowly.
I see the early morning sun filtering through the trees above. It hurts my eyes. I turn my head side to side, slowly. I see the birds up in the trees that I had heard. I see a squirrel scurrying through the leaves and out of sight to my right.
I can't quite seem to remember how I got here.
I try to sit up. Slowly.
My body feels heavy and sore.
I look around again.
I'm surrounded by tre
A hand slipped into the back pocket of my worn, ripped, camo cargos and retrieved my cell phone. An elbow being thrust into my back was held there to pin me down as I attempted to struggle. I heard a low, malicious chuckle resound above and behind me. “Feisty little thing, aren’t you?” said the man currently raiding me of my valuables. “That’s good. Maybe you’ll hold out longer than the last one.”
“Hurry it up, man! It’s coming!” another shouted from behind him.
“Shut up, rookie. I’m almost done.” The first man proceeded to flip me and tie my wri
Unnamed - Chapter One (Edit) by Lady-Blue-Rose, literature
Literature
Unnamed - Chapter One (Edit)
~*~ Gwenhyfar ~*~ It is said that once upon a time the Duine were touched by magic, causing great changes in who and what they once were. It is said that this magic lives in their veins, a magic that they can manipulate but have long forgotten how as their knowledge was lost. History says a lot of things, half of it rooted in mythology and the other half complete lies. Sprinkled amongst it all is the truth but figuring out what that truth is, well that is anyone’s question and in my current circumstances, I really have no available literature to make a better guess at what is fact and what is fiction. I also had nothing to distract myself so my mind was supplying the entertainment. They kept us in a room with walls made of the finest, and strongest, Torrigan Glass. Four walls of glass that kept us prisoner, allowed us to be on display to all the clients that may be in the market for the type of product that was being sold; Duines. The enchantment on the glass prevented us
"Just… a little… further…." I grunted, reaching forward with a stick in my hand as far as my arm could reach. I didn't want to be anywhere near the shiny metal death trap when it went off.
And it did go off, even more violently than the last five traps that I had triggered this week. I jumped back with a yelp at the loud noise, heart hammering in my chest. A shudder of fear ran through my body at the idea of that metal bar snapping down on one of my limbs.
Or, god forbid, on Rose.
She was the reason I was out traversing the walls every day, doing everything I can to make it a safe environment. I'd already tied
Dear ~kyannakitty (https://www.deviantart.com/kyannakitty)
This is sort of difficult for me to explain but Russia is in love with you. I realized this when you were dancing like mentally challenged squirrels with Rome. I'm sure you're high enough to understand that China is about to set your house on fire.
Go drown yourself,
Stefani Zink
P.S.- Poland is out to get you, just thought you should know :]
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