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The Calming Storm
I never expected a storm to be calming.
When I looked outside the tiny window of my quarter, the sky was trying to fool me. The morning already came, but still the sky remained dark. But not totally darken, for every other then, there was an instant bolt of light illuminating the somber ceiling, and it was shortly tailed by a roar. It was the culprit that woke me up.
I stayed, until the first drop of rain landed on the glass in f
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Mathilda The Fallacious Prey I
There was a girl that chose a rose, instead of a husband. In the world of distinct social class, the only way for a girl, who was unfortunately born in the lower part of the hierarchy, was to marry a rich lad, or a rich widower, or a rich senior, to climb the social ladder. Of course, that was if you were desperate. And most of the poor were desperate. The parents, even they got little to bargain, would do anything to have a hors
Mathilda The Fallacious Prey II
“If Sister Veronica was out of the picture, who will we enlighten first?” Abigail asked. “Let us start with Sister Ana. Fatma, tell us something about her that we could use.” Fatma had the most interaction with the sister, and for sure, it allowed her to learn something. We waited as she thoug
Mathilda The Twin Letters
My mind was similar to the storm, it was disarrayed. I did not know what to feel. Knowing the fact that Sister Veronica and Sister Ana were not really on the list of the preyed, it should be a breath of relief, right? Yet I could feel a pang of reproving towards myself. I was wrong, but not totally, for there were two preys that needed confirmation. Will I get the same truth from them? That my assumptions are nothin
Mathilda The Astray Sister
Who is it? was the first thought in my mind. I gave my sisters a questioning look, and they had the same on their faces. We were not expecting anyone, and if it was one of the aged sisters, for sure, they would announce their selves first. The girls were frozen in place, so I stood to answer the door. Did she find out that
Mathilda The Promenading Knight
GabrielI did not look back. I gone on, and waited for a plea to stay with her, but I did not hear her voice. I expected it though, she was Mathilda after all, and she was strong enough to slay her own battles. As I let myself be further away from her which I oddly dreaded,
Mathilda The Trying Crow
The little boy hid under his bed. The light from the window reached his dim spot, and it allowed him to read his book. It was a fable about a crow who dressed up to be king. The god of fowls and other feathered creatures trumpeted that he would be naming the most beautiful of all the birds as the king. The news immediately ran around for all was thrilled with the announcement. Who doesn’t want to be king?
Mathilda The Golden Fleece
GabrielMathilda was burning, and I only watched like before. It pained me that even after all these years, I could do nothing. I was still the beaten-up kid. I stood, frozen in place, and endured her image as it gone up in smoke. And then I heard her, “Stop being a baby, Gabriel.”
Mathilda The Mad One I
The cold slithered in me, sending tingles of freeze that shook me from being asleep. My hands tried to tighten the cloak around my body, but it was not on me anymore and I only felt water on my habit. It seemed I was drenched for too long now for my skin was wrinkly. And I felt unwell. There was nothing but an abyss of darkness as I looked around, “Don’t tell me I am dead and this is hell.” I said to myself weakly.
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