0 Comments
0 Shares
3 Views
0 Reviews
Directory
Discover new ideas, create new connections and make new friends
-
Please log in to like, share and comment!
-
The Faded RoadThe wind did not howl. It whispered. It moved through the high grass of the moor like a rumor, a low, persistent hum that settled in the bones. Elias stood at the edge of the clearing, his hands still stained with the red residue of the feast he had just broken. The table was a ruin. Porcelain shattered under the weight of heavy boots. The wine had long since turned to vinegar, pooling in the...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Pale BridgeThe rain in Harrow’s End did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the edges of the cobblestones and turned the world into a watercolor left out in the damp, a texture that Eleanor Ashworth had come to associate with the particular flavor of her own obsolescence. She stood on the balcony of the municipal archive, her fingers wrapped tightly around a ceramic mug that...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Pale EchoYou wake with the taste of iron in your mouth. The cellar is cold. It is always cold, but today the cold feels like a weight pressing against your ribs. You are Eleanor. You know this. You know because the name is stitched into the lining of your dress, a small, white thread that has begun to fray. You pull it. It does not break. It stretches. It holds. The house is asleep. The beams creak...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Faded GuestThe fire in the hearth ate the shadows whole. You sat at the end of the long oak table, the wood groaning under the weight of centuries and candles. Around you, the guests laughed, a sound like dry leaves skittering over stone. You did not join them. You held the goblet in your hands, the cold metal biting into your palms, and you watched the wine turn dark, almost black, in the dim light....0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Pale MistI woke with the taste of iron on my tongue, the smell of wet earth and decaying leaves clinging to the air like a heavy, suffocating veil. The dream had been of the apple tree. Not the tree itself, but the splitting of it. I saw the bark peel away in long, pale strips, revealing the white wood beneath, raw and weeping sap. It was a beautiful, terrible thing, the way the wood shattered, not with...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Faded ApartmentThe carriage jolted against the cobblestones of the lower city, a rhythmic shudder that traveled up through the leather seat and into the bones of Sir Arthur Penhaligon, a man who had spent forty years in the service of the Crown and now found himself traveling alone, without an escort, to a place that smelled of damp stone and older, darker secrets. The rain had stopped, leaving the streets...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Pale PathThe feast was a riot of candlelight and roasted flesh, a suffocating heat that pressed against the stone walls of the undercroft where the condemned were held. You sat in the corner, your hands bound not by rope but by the invisible, heavy chains of your own conviction, watching the tallow drips from the high chandeliers fall like slow tears onto the flagstones. The air was thick with the scent...0 Comments 0 Shares 20 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Golden RitualThe rain did not fall. It hung. A thick, gray veil over the valley. I stood at the edge of the moor. The wind was cold. It cut through my wool coat. I felt the cold in my bones. In my teeth. In the hollows of my hands. I was going to the Palace. I had to. My father had died. That was three days ago. The doctor said his heart had given out. A sudden stop. No warning. Just silence. I had held his...0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Distant WhispersThe feast was cold. Bread sat in black piles. Wine pooled in the troughs. It smelled of rot. Silas looked at the table. He looked at the floor. He looked at his hands. They were clean. That was wrong. He wiped them on his tunic. The fabric was stiff. It smelled of sweat. He stood up. The hall was large. Stone walls. High beams. Shadows in the corners. People moved around him. They wore furs....0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
Arabic
French
Spanish
Portuguese
Deutsch
Turkish
Dutch
Italiano
Russian
Romaian
Portuguese (Brazil)
Greek