Standing at the window, the old man looked out at the rain. His thoughts, echoed the weather, dark and turbulent.
On the couch lay his old uniform, pressed and ready.
“Every year it’s the same thing” he thought, “ Get all sweaty marching in that damn parade, for what?”
The lightning came, close, raddling. Transporting him back.
Chaos ruled, brass empties were deep at his feet, they were struggling.
Then came the RPG, heading right for them. He froze, but not McVay, he felt the push, then the explosion.
Unconsciously rubbing his artificial leg, he knew he would March.
About the Creator
Katie
Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
Two Wrinkles In Time
It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
By Lily Séjor6 days ago in Fiction
Lily
Lily looked out the window and sighed, dropping her embroidery. There was nothing truly interesting to do within the walls of her father’s castle. She glanced back at the door, and in a moment of unrestrained rage, she suddenly flung the sampler out the window. It spun out over the trees that crawled right up to the foot of her tower, and disappeared into the dark foliage. She wanted so badly to do the same.
By ThatOne_Girl3 days ago in Fiction
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