Creative Writing: Purgatory

“And mark this. Let either of you breathe a word, or the edge of a word about the other things, and I will come to you in the black of some terrible night and I will bring a pointy reckoning that will shudder you.”

Leonard Mead sighed loudly again, since that was the answer the voice gave to most of his questions. Today though, something was different, he heard another voice, much more human.

“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

For the first time since awakening from his coma, Clarence didn't feel ugly. He instead was flooded with happiness so intense that he swore it was the happiest he has ever felt in his life. He felt like he was the princely figure that this Beauty so much

“What did you just say?” It asked. I could see the red fumes coming out the elf-like ears of the monster.

Colonel Lambert took a step back trying to see where the voice had come from, “I’m Colonel Lambert US Army from the 3rd Infantry Regiment in DC.”

Startled slightly, Adela looked to the voice that had spoken to her. Neatly combed black hair arranged itself around a perfectly angular face. Butler's clothing adorned the tall and lithe frame of the man, his maroon eyes locked onto the feline in her arms. A young boy, obviously his master, stood to his left. Richly dressed in shades of blue to accentuate his eyes, the young lord looked rather annoyed. His one blue eye was narrowed.

"Thank you Dondorian, for everything. Speak a blessing into the wind for me and Kestrel each sunrise and a prayer for us each eve. As I will for you and Mahma and the boys."

“Sir, no, no, that won’t do. I’m Edward, please; I should be calling you sir. Your work here has been nothing short of miraculous.”

“You command a room like I can’t and probably never will. You have more social graces than me. You will know when to blend in and when to shine, even if you are a bit high on the shine. My training was to be invisible and out of the way.”

Merlin shuffled the load of clothing he carried in his arms and met the king’s eye. “I’m honored that you trust me, sire.”

“How? You were a good man Samson. A good Templar. Even when you came back to the order. You were there to pick up the pieces and that’s how you did it? After watching Meredith fall?”

“Yes, I am. I’m Captain Longfellow, I hope you enjoy your flight.” The captain said.

“There’s just one thing I want to say.” Washington took a deep breath and looked Denny in the eye. “One thing I feel I need to

“The captain was right in asking me not hurting you, since not only were you telling the truth, you are also a great person” Siri added in a humble tone. “Anyway, the captain is almost always right. It must be because he gathers the knowledge of the nobles and the instinct and the tenacity of the warriors.” Siri’s voice became dreamy and her face lit.