A Short Story : The Story Of Duska's Story

Rather than paying tribute to her dead sister, Iris crafts her story as a personal memorial of her lost love,

She was being sent to a foster home, and all she needed at that moment was hope. She held onto the book she stole that day of her brother’s funeral. In the library, she has this feeling that the world is not deserving of her friends. She has lost all hope in the world, due to the treatment of her friends and the war. As a result, the one thing that brought her peace and comfort, words, she no longer wanted.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

She was thirty-eight years old with three children, her name was Aliza. She had two daughters and one son. The oldest daughter was twelve, and her name was Abela, after her father Abel. Givon was eight years old during this time. The youngest child was five, and her name was Rillia. They lived in a tiny neighborhood in Hannover, Germany. They were very close to all of their neighbors except for the Holzmann family. The Holzmann family lived at the very end of the street. Camila, Aliza’s closest friend from the neighborhood, lived across the street from the most hated people in their neighborhood. No one liked them because they were Nazi supporters.