Chapter 04
"She's mad, but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire." ― Charles Bukowski
The lark had made an appearance just when I started to lose faith in myself; as if he were a sign from The Mother to make me get going, and not to let morbid thoughts imprison me in a hopeless state of mind. I had to make it in time, there was no way that I was to leave them waiting, and thus angering the spirits of the woods. I've got this.
For some reason or other, the trees seemed to let me go smoothly this time, and the once freezing, chilly air seemed to warm up after he vanished out of nowhere. I wondered if he were one of the immortal creatures of the bushes that lived all their lives lurking in the deep spooky woods; I wondered if they were harmless, or if one of them was to appear and block my way again.
The lark, flying high in the, now, breezy night; escorted me all the way while I held the
Chapter 05"Fire and IceSome say the world will end in fire,Some say in ice." ―Robert FrostFloating up in the atmosphere withmy knees curled uptomy chest in a ball of fire,I realized I was shaking, wincing in pain, breathing heavily; and that my body control was not working under my will. I strived to stop the seething heat that was coming out of me, but nothing I did seemed to work. I couldn't fathom where possibly have I gone wrong. Was it some word I said wrong? I spent years reading the book of enchanted rhymes, and love spells that I found in the attic one time when I and Ophé were but little kids playing hide and seek. Could it be a forged copy? Had I angered the spirits, the trees, the lethal creatures?Doomed in
CHAPTER 06"And
CHAPTER 07"December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory..."―John Geddes A Familiar Rain
CHAPTER 08"You'll forget it when you're dead, and so will I. When I am dead, I'm going to forget everyting- and I advice you to do the same."―Kurt Vonnegut
CHAPTER 09"All kowledge meets an end at the question'...WHY?'"―Criss Jami, Healology
CHAPTER 10"How beautiful a woman can be if kindness is her true beauty."― Debasish Mridha
CHAPTER 11"If. If. If this all happened! I, F, - he had to hang on to those two little lettres, just one tiny two letter word. If. So much hope and dread hung in the balance on those two little blips in the alphabet! A chasm in fact."― E. A. Bucchianeri, Vocoatin of a Gadfly
CHAPTER 12Lords of fireflies, stars, and light,who will keep the worls from death?