Helen's eyes were swollen from all the tears she'd been shedding. She feared all of her nightmares were coming to past. Of course they were enough reasons as to why such thinking would torment and haunt her. Starting with why she had chosen Fiora to stand against Ropert, instead of her. It was so stupid and selfish of her. It wasn't that Helen was so much scared of Ropert, but if things hadn't gone fine, she would have no choice than to result to her last resort. By the next day, Ropert's death would be announced to the council. Yet, why had she trusted Fiora more and expected a better result from her?It was true. She was a weakling. Her brother insinuated it to her all the time. Same with her father, as well as Tobin himself. She feared that bastard was right about her all along and she wasn't fit to rule the kingdom.She heaved in a deep sigh, that soon followed with more tears. She was a failure. What she feared more was that her only son had to see her like that. What was worst
I grab my softest sweater, my favourite, and ball it up. I bend down, arranging my face into something I hope is friendly, then wrap his arms around it. He holds it while I walk away to the vault. I have the pills to arrange and store. On my return he is in the exact same spot, his arms still hugging a sweater that lies cold on his feet. I'm such a shit. He's in total shock and I'm arranging my wares. This is why he needs a mom, not some hopeless teen. I go back to him and pick him up just like I did in the old train. At first he is stiff but then he melts into my body, his arms limp, dangling like a doll. Without being aware of it my left hand rises to stroke his back. Then he begins to cry softly, wetting my shirt. I thought kids were supposed to cry loudly, not this guy apparently, he cries like an old man beaten down with sorrow.In this life you make me stable, then you pull every little thing from beneath my feet and are indifferent to the fact that I can no longer stand - until
Chantara was not aware of her vicinity. She was tired of what was going on. Then next, she was in a new scenery again. One that was indeed completely different that any one she had been in before. She wondered if her friends back home were trying anything to save her at all. She truly wished that they would.She missed Lucius most especially, and she then, wondered what could be wrong with poor girl Chrysanthe. But at least she knew that chrysanthe would be in good hands. That was more than enough for her and it would most definitely help her overcome what ever it was that she was facing. She was in a forest, the woods dark and yet, sunny. Scorching hot it was. A hug of browns, a shelter of extended limbs, seven resting beneath foliage hues, the forest is protective mother, the promise of holy sanctuary.A billion verdant wands of pine wave in arboreal air; for this place is magical, so much so that you can feel it from core to finger tips.From the rich brown earthen hues of the for
"Lucius! Lucius! She's gone, I can't find her." **** Hours Earlier:****They all gathered together in the room; Theon, Chantara, Lipa, Tina, flower girl and Honora and Lucius, as they all were discussing about what they intended on doing. The plan was still in the picture as they hadn't thought of what exactly to do yet."We need to start afresh," Lucius was saying, and they all turned to look at him. "Greatt is probably dead now, which is somewhat a good news for us.""And yet, Adelaide is still out there. Not so much of a good news." Tina said. "Exactly." Lipa said. "And so is Shadrack."."Perhaps our enemy is not Shadrack," Chantara, after a long while, finally said. They all looked at her, waiting for her to say more. "When we look at it from this angle, Adelaide said she received some orders because she had made some sort of deal with someone." She said, "Which means what exactly?" Tina asked.Both Honora and Theon said nothing and were mute, but mostly because of the awkward
Emotions are a form of biochemical bank account; positivity pays in and negativity is a withdrawal. We can give to one another in an emotional ecosystem when society is healthy, cooperative and kind. In a society of competition people start to take more than they give, health of brain and body deteriorates, society becomes more violent and unstable. It all links back to the biochemical bank account and the lead indicator of too many withdrawals and lack of deposits is stress. Emotions are vital to good health and good choices, without them the moral compass cannot function, yet without logic, without creative perspective taking, they can be as wild horses in need of a soul whisperer. So whisper to them, ask them what they are saying, then listen and learn.I am grumpy, I am. I've had a tough day and the grump monster has bitten his way through the bars. My grump-o-meter is off the chain. Sorry. My love-o-meter is however exactly the same as when I'm at my best. So please... space is
She was already scared, terrified of what had become of her. They all told her what she was capable of. But her powers were gone. How was it that she still had these powers still so strong?She took a moment to observe her environment. Then a voice spoke to her, or at least, she heard a voice in her head speaking. "Our island is our paradise. We'd be the same in a city. We love being together. We visit the mainland often and travel widely. One needs to bring fresh experiences to living. Variety is good. But, our island, that's home."She was now beginning to see this island clearly. It was the island that completely stood out from other islands. It was different from the green paradise of home, yet in that difference there was more beauty than the soul can absorb in words. It entered through the eyes, traveled to the soul and was of such great volume that the heart expanded."The island was home. The nature there was my kin. It is a beautiful thing to feel that you belong to a wider
"Lucius! Lucius! She's gone, I can't find her." **** Hours Earlier:****They all gathered together in the room; Theon, Chantara, Lipa, Tina, flower girl and Honora and Lucius, as they all were discussing about what they intended on doing. The plan was still in the picture as they hadn't thought of what exactly to do yet."We need to start afresh," Lucius was saying, and they all turned to look at him. "Greatt is probably dead now, which is somewhat a good news for us.""And yet, Adelaide is still out there. Not so much of a good news." Tina said. "Exactly." Lipa said. "And so is Shadrack.""Perhaps our enemy is not Shadrack," Chantara, after a long while, finally said. They all looked at her, waiting for her to say more. "When we look at it from this angle, Adelaide said she received some orders because she had made some sort of deal with someone." She said, "Which means what exactly?" Tina asked.Both Honora and Theon said nothing and were mute, but mostly because of the awkward
When Chantara was feeling triggered the world and everyone it was behind fifty feet of glass. Loving bonds became inaccessible. In this mode she had to take great care not to damage bonds of love, the relationships and people who were everything to her heart and soul. For in time the glass disappeared and her love returned. She wish she could stop the triggering, but if feel unprotected or left to fend for myself it returns - it is survival mode, cold and indifferent. Yet even in those times she was still able to cognisant of her morality. She could still make good choices. She could still imagine what the better version of her would want her to do and then carry that out. I can't undo the trauma she had been through, but can adapt and overcome.When she was at her lowest, when others took not what she could afford to give, but all that she was. When her health began to fail because they took so much in an emotionally indifferent and manipulative way, anger saved my life. She got ang