Baden
The sun rose bright and early today, swallowing the chilly blanket covering the once eerie atmosphere. As the golden rays penetrated the lingering wisps of fog, the sparkling dew ravages the blades of trees leaves and green grass. The winter of Baden was no match to the freezing cackle of the Mountain of Udona or the hidden Ambaram. But it was enough to send chatter in between the teeth of folk and rattle their thin bones. Those spoiled rags covering their loose flesh barely concealed the body heat. Multiple holes stood proudly in the torn woolens and allowed the icy whips of morning air to bite the skin. The piece of worn-out fabric is all they held to fight against the cruel winter. The people of the richest nation weren’t as rich as the false glory of a demented king. They were struggling to meet loose ends of a simple life and were trekking the path of shattered dreams.
As the day started, people jumped out of their broken abodes t
Castle of BadenIt was the music of crickets late in the night that made her open her eyes cautiously. Utter silence greeted her. No sound raised a pitch higher than the constant hum of tiny creatures hidden in midnight. She was aware of the burning gaze of the healer. Leonardo hasn’t left her side since she has arrived. Somehow this made her feel secure in the castle of sinners. The moment gong of the midnight was stung, she releases a relieved sigh and removes the covers from her body.The healer passed her a polite smile before standing up and bowing lowly.“I will watch the door, Princess.” The cunning man breaks the silence before disappearing in the direction of the doors of this big chamber. Valentina nodded as she stands up from the bed and stretches her muscles, coiled in tension. She has been waiting for this moment for a long time now. Fortunately, Arnold has convinced the Royal Healer to be a part of their
Baden15 years agoYoung BloodWhat do they say about it? The old folks sitting at every square of villages?This young blood has such a fire in it, thirst, and hunger that could bring the fate of most powerful rulers to dust. If this generation wants, they could achieve what is forbidden, dangerous, and unattainable. They are the rebels who spit anger on the unacceptable ways of society. They challenge every law on their way to maturity even if it could cost them dreadful consequences. A few clever ones consider every man a fool in front of their elevated courage. They are the beings who if given little power, can overthrow the gods that punish them.Because in the end, aren’t we all power-hungry.We all like to have an upper hand. The taste of having someone work according to your wishes is just so addicting. To have someone at your beck and c
BadenLub-dub Lub-dub Lub-dubThe heart of the man who has been nothing but an animal half his life cackled with an uneasy pace. The sky fell over his head, making him see the reality. The situation made him dead nervous as a thick sheen of sweat coated his body like a second skin. His vision blurred when eyes burned from watching the reflection of the man who he has stabbed in the back for power. The heir he believed has died years ago was looking straight in his eyes with hatred and satisfaction. Henry must have shivered with fear if he wasn’t so tensed anticipating the enemy’s next move. The heated ocean blues kept him pinned at one position, daring him to flinch. The sixth sense in Henry screamed that it was over now. He won’t breathe any longer. The son of the true King was going to slaughter and maul him, but a bigger part revolted stupidly. He was still the King of these lands and no one, no one can remove him from his
21st CenturyNew YorkPresentTimeThe biggest truth of our universe. An occurrence running with a constant rhythm. An entity that never gets old or young. Eternal. It is always there, watching, acknowledging, recording. A sign of the lord’s presence. His message is loud and clear, keep walking because even if you stop time won’t. It will run with the same cadence as it was running eons ago. The most valuable contrivance of a man’s life. Seasons will come and go but the time we’ve lost will never repeat. It’s like that arrow of a bow that never returns, the bitterness of a tongue which cannot be taken back.It is rare and some otherworldly fiasco when the lord decides to intervene. Therefore, it must be a really special occasion to steal Big Boss’s attention. It’s uncommon when the lord compromises with the thr
21st CenturyNew York‘My caress provoked a long, guttural gnarl.‘You’d better let the dog alone,’ growled Mr. Heathcliff in unison, checking fiercer demonstrations with a punch of his foot. ‘She’s not accustomed to be spoiled—not kept for a pet.’ Then, striding to a side door, he shouted again, ‘Joseph!’Joseph mumbled indistinctly in the depths of the cellar, but gave no intimation of ascending; so his master dived down to him, leaving me vis-à-vis the ruffianly bitch and a pair of grim shaggy sheep-dogs, who shared with her a jealous guardianship over all my movements. Not anxious to come in contact with their fangs, I sat still; but, imagining they would scarcely understand tacit insults, I unfortunately indulged in winking and making faces at the trio, and some turn of my physiognomy so irritated mad
21st CenturyNew York“How are you both feeling now?”The question came out of blue before falling like a bolt of lightning over their shoulders. Ocean blues ducked to look away, avoiding the confrontation to deep sorrow whereas, defiant browns stared hard, daring the person to say more. The grey-haired man sitting on the sumptuous couch in front of them urged, genuinely concerned for their well-being. The loosely fitted dark Armani sagged heavily against his figure when he brought a cup of steaming tea close to his lips before blowing the surface gently. His dark eyes remained trained over the two building blocks of a debilitated empire. But when he collided with fervent enigma, which turned darker with unannounced fierceness, R.L Novak looks away. Girl of Mason Williams was too arduous to get through.“Mr. Novak, why are you here?” Alex charged firmly before straighte
21st CenturyNew YorkHer frame was tensed but her head remained high as she crosses the corridors of main campus of the University for the first time after 2 months. Her face was stoic to reveal a single fragment of vehemence inside. Her spine was upright as if tied against an iron rod, whereas steps were slow and calculated. Today sneakers protected her feet from otherwise killer heels that she used to wear before the accident. Her hips didn’t continue that confident sway. Anxiety rolled from her figure in tons and sweat covered her body like a thin sheath. The jacket she wore to complete the look and hide the bony figure, now suffocated her. Her brown orbs focused ahead, dodging the curious gazes of onlookers as she proceeded towards the locker section. She knew most of those glares weren’t even for her but the mouthwatering specimens walking by her side. For the first time, Lauren felt small
21st CenturyNew YorkIt was dusk when Sun decided to take a dip behind the rush hours of day and night was in the process of spreading its web to darken the sky. But the city never looked so alive. It became more active. The end of the week marked more hustle than usual days. The empty and lonely restaurants and clubs started to fill up once the clock strikes 8. The traffic was terrific.Oppose to the life outside, a mournful silence was settled in the study of Miller mansion. Hearts were beating slowly and brains were unraveling fast, working on theories and aspects that have destroyed so many families. Alex was settled on his father’s chair, a haunted look trifling in his eyes. The contents of the heavy green file were frightening and mind-numbing. He was going through the pieces of investigation that were collaged together to form a solid case. His orbs scan the pictures of death for the fi