She stared at the veil in front of her. She stood, rooted to her spot, while her eyes followed the gentle swaying motion of the satin, which seemed to ripple as though someone on the other side had just brushed it. She tilted her head a little, to see what was on the other side, … Continue reading Soujourns: Shrouded Illusion.
Another step, come on. Placing her right foot in front of her left, she breathed heavily, shifting the huge boulder between her shoulder blades. She could see it, the destination, her final stop, but she noticed an unusual thing. For every step that she took, it seemed to move a bit further away from the … Continue reading Soujourns: A Burden to Shatter.
Oh no oh no oh no She dug her hands into her bag and started rummaging around desperately. She knew it was right there, it just had to be. C'mon... c'mon... ah-HA! Her fingers closed around the boney object and with a sigh of relief, she pulled out the necklace, with the rabbit's foot dangling … Continue reading Soujourns: Jinx.
(Photo courtesy: Pinterest) Between the rows of tangled weeds, she floats. It was a clear night, quiet, with the occasional chirp of crickets among the bushes and the slow gurgle of the creek, on which she floats, and which seemed to be flowing towards somewhere unexpected. She loved the water, loved the depth and serenity … Continue reading Soujourns: Dead in the Water.
*tap!* *tap! tap!* *tap! tap! tap! tap!* Throwing aside her covers, she flung herself off the bed and ran towards her window. For a moment, she saw nothing except for her reflection on the glass. And then suddenly, three orbs, glowing with a dazzling orange light, sprung up in front of her and tapped on … Continue reading Soujourns: Priori Incantatem.
(Photo courtesy: Pinterest) Stepping over the enemy's broken body sprawled beneath her feet, she quickly began to walk towards the door. Behind her, she could hear … Continue reading Soujourns: A Solace between Battles.
Taking a long, deep breath, she pushed herself forward. Everything around her was a distraction. The rustling of leaves on the trees seemed to make noises of disdain, the hooting of owls mocked her every step, but she kept going. She was aware of these disturbances, and distractions, she knew, were dangerous. But not the … Continue reading Soujourns: A Wandering Vessel.