บททั้งหมดของ Muses Of The Bothy: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Mr Moliere tapped his foot and fixed his silver wave in the mirror as he waited. The door knocked three times. Mr Moliere gave himself one last once over in the mirror before answering the door. In front of him stood Mrs Noricum with her two associates, arms crossed with stiff upper lips. Mr Moliere moved aside letting them in before closing the door behind them. Mrs Noricum was the first to speak "So, where is she? Don't forget you still have your end to deliver." he cleared his throat playing with his hands "I sent her out this morning, she should be back soon. I figured a surprise attack would be more effective." He said gulping at the hateful glare Mrs Noricum was giving him. She pulled out a pistol, and fired.   Kendrick had completely devoured her lunch. After, cleaning up she watched a doe with its mother as they grazed on

Kendrick placed her husband's wedding band on her ring finger, he was the most incredible man she had ever loved or will love aside from her son. She smiled fondly, trying not cry, for the sake of her sweet baby boy she was trying to stay calm. The first few weeks without Justin had been excruciating. She never knew how cold the closet could be until only her clothes resided in it. She found herself stealing his side trying to hold onto the musky scent of his hair and his indent in the mattress. Kendrick's dreams were mainly about Justin now with a few about her son. In Justin's honor, she bought the land they were going to build on originally, and was in the process of carrying out his plans. She kept his belongings and hung up his drawings in their sons nursery. She was due today and by tonight she knew that her life wouldn't be as lonely. Furthermore, she decided to cooperate with the authorities for the sake of her child but until that time came when they were done with their in

Trees were a melody of greens that sung in natures choir. Water was a blessing under the heat of the midday sun where Veronica accompanied by Snowflake played before having a snack.They had trekked further into the forest. Veronica looked for clues as to where the owners could have moved to. "Maybe my dad will know." Veronica thought to herself. Her father was a realtor for the area so he may have a forwarding address. Snowflake chirped at her."Not now buddy, I'm trying to think." she informed him.His chirps became frantic as Veronica collided with an Oaktree. She tumbled onto her back, and groaned trying not to cry. Snowflake peered at her from a branch, swishing his tail back, and forth."I suppose you think this is funny Snowfla

Chapter 1  – Locked InsideThe idea of freedom is an illusion. We are told we are free but when you don't know where your food is coming from, what your children are learning, and how your house is powered. You aren't free because there's always someone else calling the shots.Maria Morgan was shackled from head to toe in the sanatorium. She had been trapped there for over a year; it had all started when she exposed her organization for trying to cover up the slave labor, they were bringing in from third world countries. They had concocted this story about how Maria just snapped before she tried to kill a room of employees. Even her own family had stabbed her in the back. That betrayal was harder for her to overcome but through meditation she had learned to disregard anything that encroached on her soul. Marias's therapist ha

Mr Bordeaux helped Maria to the car, she faded in, and out of consciousness. Her skin lost all of its pigment by the time he had buckled her into the seat. He almost ripped out the gear stick, pulling it back then forward, as Mr Bordeaux raced off. Blood stained his interior, but that was the least of his problems. He patted her cheek trying keep her awake, he swerved trying to avoid hitting an old lady who had come out of nowhere. His attention brought back to the seat next to him when he heard a moan. Maria shivered, moaning again as her eyes glazed over, and she started slumping the car window. Mr Bordeaux clutched the steering wheel his PTSD hitting in ferocious waves. Bodies of his fallen squad littered the swamp; smoke engulfing them all as fire raged on in the distance. He was cut, bruised, and on the verge of breaking as he clung onto his rifle.