I barely manage to find a waste bucket before everything I had for breakfast retches out. My throat burns. My vision is blurry. I dry heave every single thing in my stomach, warmth seeps out of the corners of my eyes. I can’t breathe. The smell of blood is everywhere. I sit there, holding the edges
Scholarship. Exam. Those two words echo in my head as I scan the paper that appears on my phone screen. I tally up the questions that I do know right now, but they're few and far in between. The majority of the paper is hard for me, and tension increases in my frame with every question I don't kno
Everything hurts. I let out a groan that could raise the dead as I turn to my side, dull pain coursing through my frame. Breathing in and out, I tentatively push myself into a sitting position. At least nothing seems to be broken. Likely because the well is almost filled, and the earth underneath
Every time I came home after a fist fight in middle school, Dad used to tell me any fight can be solved with calm, composed conversation. I register my lungs straining for breath as I remember those words. Be calm. Be composed. Slowly, carefully, I turn my head around to stare at the person curren
3 hours ago... The smell of blood disgusts me. It paints the forest a gory wet, limbs and innards scattered in the fifty meter radius. I flick the broad sword in my hand, attempting to clean it of the blood that clings to it. If another were to hear me voice that thought, they would curl their li
Either this place is haunted, or too technologically advance. I turn another corridor that looks exactly like the last three, and the lamps light up upon my arrival. Does this mansion have motion sensors or sound sensors everywhere except for the front hallway? And how am I supposed to know if I’m
Recalling the map in my mind, I walk along the edge of the forest, breath clouding in front of my mouth. I'm glad I took the cloak. If nothing else, this cold will kill me. I've been walking for at least twenty minutes when the sound of footsteps reaches me. I still in my tracks, one hand going to
“Do we have to do this here?” “Yes. Now stay behind that line.” Its been a good twenty minutes since I convinced Sigmond to make a vow with me. I’m now wearing his coat, and even though my wet clothes are getting increasingly annoying, my insides are no longer shivering in cold. Ten steps from wh