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Blog entries by Saeria
... or not. It's been 3 months and my brain has decided that he never existed. It's strange moving about like this. No one around me talks about him, I don't find myself consciously thinking about him. He does show up though in strange ways. A song, one time I bought groceries and realized most...
How does one grieve the loss of an abusive spouse? Let's ignore the fact that the way he went out was sort of a crazy last "Fuck You", the sheer horror of it all that he left behind in his wake torments me. I loved the man but equally I hated him. I'm not a person given to hate easily at all. I...
Holtek had to admit that after the excitement of being assigned to such a large task by the Commander himself wore off, he was truly frightened by it. It weighed on him without cessation over the next few weeks. He spent less time outside than ever before. The work in the library kept him busy...
Holtek grunted as he lugged the stack of books up the seemingly endless staircase. 11 Winters and I'm still little better than a servant. He grumbled as he deftly caught one of the books sliding from his arms. Holtek was certainly no youngling, but all the same there was still enough youth and...
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I pretty much remember the whole thing verbatim. I swear sometimes this kid can read my mind, or knows WAY more than I thought
her: Plant Entrance 1500 ft, what does that mean?
me: That's where Robert Plant goes at night.
her: Let's stop, you've got the van for it.
me: and do what? Lure...
So I made a genuine attempt to sever myself from the forum this past week as per request and I couldn't stand it. I was fine with it until I began to analyze why i was doing it in the first place. What it came down to was my husband simply ran out of reasons to be pissed off at me...
For the better part of ten years I've been mildly tormented by a strange loss. I say mildly because finally as my understanding grew, it became easier to face.
It is only now that I truly feel like I understand how, or why. Something seemingly so insignificant from the outside changed the...
Voris paced the wooden floor so loudly, his thumping steps could be heard outside.
:”blasted women take too long to get ready, it’s just a festival, not The Procession!” He pounded on the door again. “If you three don’t hurry up, we’re going on ahead. If we wait too long all the cakes will be...
The discussion around the table was on two levels. The two androgens and Hyda were skilled at having a mundane conversation aloud while conversing amongst themselves through their thoughts. Narim, however, had difficulty telling which conversation belonged where so he opted to be silent instead...
Planting season came upon the land so suddenly that flowers could be seen blooming amidst the melting snow. Jawn stooped to pluck a daisy, inspecting it thoughtfully before dropping it in the feed pail. Since the middle of Winter, Jawn and Narim remained here at this small, dilapidated farm that...
Taking a mental hiatus from Tarik for a few days. Not really dealing with writer's block, but in fact the exact opposite. In short, my thoughts on the story are becoming obsessive.
So instead, I turn to that old familiar thought pattern: existentialism.
I call it the inside out life...
Jawn kept a steady pace ahead of Narim as they travelled to the next village. Neither of them had eaten since before Jawn found him bleeding to death in the ice and the strain of hunger showed on their faces. Neither of them had spoken since they began their trek to Abdarian. For Narim, it was...
Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Darkness and cold pulled at weary limbs and his eyes didn’t want to open at first. A faint pain radiated from his chest, extending down the length of his right arm. He flexed his right hand noticing how only 2 of his fingers moved in the way he wanted them to. The rest...
It was well into night when Embaela felt the first edges of cold that dared to creep into their cave home by the sea. Not even once since she and Zchi spent each night curled together did the bitter cold of winter nor the searing heat of summer reach them. This night, however, was different. It...
Narim struggled to keep his feet moving. Between the knee deep mud and the ragged hide boots that had long since grown too small, his pace was slow and unsteady. His mind buzzed miserably. At least, he considered, he was lucid enough to notice the irritating pain behind his eyes. How much time...
“We scarcely know what is going on, much less how to handle it. Perhaps this truly is the end of this world.” Mayar whispered to itself as clasped its long fingers around hilt of a dagger sheathed at his side. All around it, other Tariks, even the Oreres were present. It truly must have been a...
Narim watched his breath plume like smoke each time his lungs struggled to keep up with his heartbeat. His arms ached, his eyes stung. Something in the haze of this darkness was very wrong. Something warm trailed down his cheek.
"So how does it feel to be bathed in the blood of so many?" a...
Ya Embaela learned many things from Zchi that year. Slowly she began to lose the knowledge of her native language, replaced by the wild, emphatic tongue of the ancients. It was in this language Zchi recounted the years of the war long before she was born.
"Why do we fight?" Zchi asked her...
Narim didn't need Nassai to return with confirmation of Mallora's arrival. Shortly after the girl arrived with the news Narim felt a strange buzzing in his mind. He was sure it was simply a headache from the long and rigorous training that day but as he lay down to sleep his mind opened more...
