Chroniclers ISheyd:She wont say it, but I know her end is not far but not because she is preparing for it, since she has been doing that for all the time I have known her. I know because of the things she does not say to me.Once Aeldaer told me that there are seven dimensions and twenty-three layers of consciousness. Once she told me that there are seven skies and four cores to the earth. Nowadays, she tells me nothing like that. She just reaches out and takes my hand, and says nothing. I know that she needs me to be strong for her, but blessed heavens, I am human and it tears me apart. I know that she is aware that I have realised she wi
Insidious Changes - PrologueInsidious change is sometimes the worst, because you never notice it until it's, in all likelihood, too late.Tick-tock... tick-tock... tick-tock...We grew up from the little children we were. Our hands used to capture tiny white crabs on the beach, to collect them into makeshift houses we'd designed for them out of our red and yellow sand-buckets. Our hands used to delicately peel stamps away from soaked pieces of envelope paper and lay them down to dry. Our hands used to grip the guava tree and litchee tree branches tightly as we'd hoist ourselves up in our respective and adjacent tree-homes. Our hands used to hold needles as we both emb
Roses II: WhiteTell her to fly again, because for you, she would. For you she would lift her chin up, and meet the world with a steadfast gaze and unwavering courage. For you she would speak again.When she was younger, she stopped speaking. She just swallowed her own voice and never used it again. She met you mutely, with only her eyes and smile: eyes that spoke words taught by the heart and not by the tongue, and a smile that knew how to say silent "yes"s.The first time you heard her speak was when you walked out of her life: "I will wait," she said.You never heard her again because it was a lie: when you came back, she was not waiting. She was lying
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