The Lion's DenThe walls trembled as shadows spiraled out of control. Daniel froze, tightly gripping his leatherback journal. The darkness was closing in. From above, he could hear the stone slabs of the estate crumbling. Soon, the Auttenberg House would fall apart, trapping Daniel beneath it. He exhaled heavily, sprinting up the next stairwell he could find, in hopes that this would be the last on his excursion."Rebecca!" His voice had grown hoarse from calling her name. Shoving the doorway at the top of the stairs open, Daniel peered through the empty darkness. "Rebecca?" His gritted his teeth together and trembled. This couldn't be. Surely he had che
Murders at WhitechapelIt was when the papers spoke of a second victim that Lawrence Caldwell decided to get on the case. It had been only about a week since the last attack by the Whitechapel Murderer, and the district papers couldn't stop talking about it. Amongst the graphic details of how Miss Chapman was brutally murdered were more assumptions of who the mysterious killer could be. Perhaps an Irish immigrant? Jew? "Pervert"? All were simply more targets of minorities to feed the imagination of gossip around Whitechapel. At least, that's how Lawrence saw it.Adjusting the brim of his hat, Lawrence tucked the paper under his arm before heading down Wentworth St
001 -- IntroductionThere are times I wish I could start at the end. Endings are what people cling to; what we remember when the book has been shut. It's the ending we talk about with our friends and stay up until the early hours of morning pondering about. Perhaps that's why endings are so beautiful—it is only then that we know the truth of all which came prior. If only our beginnings could be as simple. What are we when we start but a blank sheet, ready for anything to be written. Some of us will be etched with beautiful design, calligraphic texts of love letters sent and responded to; others hastily scribbled upon and then crinkled up and tossed into t
002 -- LoveThere was something about the sea which made it impossible for him to look away. Centuries of memories still lingered upon the waves, his heart stranded in a land far beyond them. It was always at sunset when he could trudge the beaches, departing from the rest of his crew. For he knew that with the dimming light, they would soon be off on their own voyages through dreamland, and would have no place in tracking him down in question. And thus, the sea became his nightly companion. Are you there? The last rays of light swept across the crests, igniting them in the same fiery hues the sky above wielded. There were times he believed that the
003 -- LightThere must be some light left… somewhere… Spectre paced the beach once more when the final rays of sun sunk below the horizon. Another day had gone by, adding to the thousands of others that slipped through his fingers, reminding him of her. It was all his fault, and he knew it. If only he had listened to her. If only he had stayed. If only… For centuries he had waited on the shores of purgatory, longing for the white light which never came. Yet, he was promised it; when he could fulfil his tasks of redemption. As the days passed, he began to realize that no matter how many he was able to complete, the light never came. The
Until I Smile At YouCold. That's all I felt surrounding me on the floor of the camp barracks. A cold so chilling there was a moment I swore I felt nothing at all. This is what dying must be… fading into nothing. I closed my eyes, oblivious to the world. I coughed once, the feeling stinging my raw throat as I curled up. Nothing, I thought again, staring into the blackness behind closed eyes. That's all there'll be… nothing.But there was something. Rising up from beside me, I heard a gentle humming, a song that once was familiar. Memories stirred within my head, and upon the blackness that shrouded my vision, light began to swirl. I heard laugher ringi
With Blackbirds Following Me They say that it's the soldiers who spill and see the most blood. I would have to openly disagree. While they're the ones who carry the guns and protect and defend our homeland, did they ever stop to see we're the ones striving to save it? They moan of their friends lost in battles they fought side by side, but they can never understand pains I've known. Emotionless, perhaps I am—perhaps I need to be. But inside…Never shall they know the pain of losing a friend as I do. The pain of knowing you were the only one who had a chance to save him. And you couldn't…**************************** "Dieter!" I glanced over my shoul
Break AwayHow I long to break away,To ride along the sun of the rising day.To never look back and always be free,Never looking out for others and only for me.How I long to break away,To rise above the mountains of the earth’s clay.To never look back and always be free,Home forevermore I finally will be.How I long to break away,To float among the clouds and forever stay.To never look back and always be free,And to get lost within my dreams for all eternity.
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