A Short Story : The Story Of Duska's Story

He waited until the night’s 11th hour. By now the Princess rested in the highest tower of the castle, locked away from the dangerous world, yet so oblivious to the dangers that which fated the rest of her life. Silently the peasant journeyed outside, where he stopped at the wall of the tower where she lay. He watched her in the darkness from below, lifting his face to her, letting the light rest on his every surface of darkness. The night was cloudless. The winds wailed between the motionless oak trees as its thin branches clawed out, ever so slightly disturbing the leaves with its hostile screeches. Not the thick moss of the trees nor the damp leaves squirming in his toes could distract the peasant from so enticing a scent. All that encircled him was the sweetness of lavender and rosewood, filling his entire being as he sunk into the grass, like sand washed over by the water, with every breeze passing

His head began ringing from the sound, his body tensed up and warm tears began to drop from his face. Soon after, he fell unconsciousness and escaped the sounds that haunted him. He felt something warm brush his hand and a whisper in his ear.” Stay... strong... my darling” and his body suddenly felt calm. The warmness drifted away from his hand and He regained consciousness. He found himself still suffering from the shrieks of the fallen. He eyes opened wide, set up, leaned against his sister’s bed and sighed. He pulled his legs to his chest and wrapped his arms around his leg waiting for the screams to stop. In that moment, area fell into a loud silence.

Her whole world was crashing down. It what seemed like only a split second, her best friend’s father had been condemned to death. Someone who she considered to be like a father was going to be taken away, ripped away from her.

A trickle of fear had her lying motionless with her eyes closed, straining to hear the slightest noise. A deep sigh of regret and the pressure of a body by her side made her acutely aware that she wasn’t alone.

World’s held their breath as one single tear rolled down the cheek of a broken queen. Not a sound was uttered as the breath was released and Penelope wiped her cheeks clean of any sign that she had been mourning as she slid out from between the blankets. She crept through her house, though it could have been a stranger’s without her lord to make it a home. As she stepped onto the soft grass a warm wind whispered in her ears.

She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister's arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow her.

Such a beautiful sight was the sunset that Javeor beheld as her graceful wings flapped gently and kept her aloft. The fleecy clouds like a quilt of cotton were rimmed in pink by the rays of the blazing yellow sun as it said goodbye to her and the world on which she lived. The warm, scarlet light about her, let her temporarily forget the lonely night she would pass when he left her until the next day. For he was her only friend in a world of men who hunted her out of fear of her fiery breath and massive but elegant body. Her only friend in a world of desolation and rejection. As the last of his warm rays dipped beneath the horizon, Javeor turned toward the secluded mountain that she called home, her heart already longing for the next day

Millicent observed as her mother got up from the bed and gave her a kiss on the forehead, pushing a lock of sweaty hair behind the ear, turned and she walked away, without another sound. Millicent got out of bed and walked to her window that looked out at the street of the neighborhood, she thought it was probably a little after midnight, since the neighboring lights were off, expect for the light post almost directly outside her house, she looked down

No sound to be heard, no blood stain to be seen and no mess around us, I felt pride in my heart. All because I was not nervous and the fugitive effects of the night light in her eyes, while she was struggling for her life, gave me only more confidence. Now all that was left to do was to get rid of her evil corpse because I could not put up with her anymore, her eyes that had rolled up into her head gave me a feeling of sickness.

All the memories of her mother started replaying in her head, as the world started going dark, she felt tear roll down her face as she closed her

With every word she blinked back tears, heartbroken that this is how it ends. Putting on a hard face for her loved ones, Breya never shed a tear in front of her mother or Mabel. She had to be strong for them, show them there was nothing to fear. She did cry though, every time she was alone; she wailed and wept into her pillow. The fabric stained with the tears fallen for her mother, her life, and all that surrounded her. Scared of dying, she feared the afterlife; the unknown that she would be submitted to by force once her soul fled her body under her last breath. Worried for her mother, what would happen to her; would she leave her father, or fall into depression. The thought of her mother’s sorrow raised a heated feeling in Breya’s heart, she didn’t deserve for her life to crumble into pieces and watch her daughter slowly die. Having no clue what Mabel would do without her; would she be strong enough to go on, or perish in anguish all alone in the

She couldn’t comprehend what had just occurred directly before her eyes. “At least I still have you Oscar” she muttered through her relentless sobbing. Suddenly, a dark cloud formed overhead. This was especially peculiar. It had been an immensely bright and sunny day. But nevertheless, an unexpected bolt of lightning crashed down and struck Alphonsé. The caterpillar smoked and sizzled in Bella’s palm. The exceedingly traumatized, little girl was now wailing hysterically due to the awful tragedy that her eyes had just

“I… also lost my sister.” I felt shock entering my face, whether it registers on the outside or not. My Aunt Lily and I were both put in the same room. We were both trapped in the same walls of the situation, thoughts, and feelings, yet I had been unknowing of her presence in it until now. Now she was by side, offering comfort, whether I deserved it or not, for she is

It whistled as though telling the tales of bright worlds and many joyful lives as though the angels themselves were singing of worlds lost to the past or yet to come. I looked over to where Mina lay breathing softly and saw that small tears dropped from her eyes to the dirt beneath her and the last feeling I had felt was that of cold salty tears running down my warm, motionless flesh to the blanket and the dust beneath me.

She had so many people in her life that loved her and wanted her around. She was wanted in not only one family but in two families and that made her smile for the first time since she found the letter the morning before. She was happy even though that same morning she felt betrayed and unwanted. She was happy with the family that wanted her and gave her up, but she was also scared to open up to her new family. Suddenly, she started to think about it and then it came to her; she was alike to her new family in many ways. She came from them so they had some characteristics elements alike. Dinner went by slowly, awkward silence filled the room. Her brother was in a daze because he had no idea who was at the dining room table or what was going on with his sister and