Emile: A Narrative Fiction

Giving me only a fleeting look at the woman whom had transformed into a beautiful enchantress under an aura of shimmering sparks. The soothing image melted away almost immediately as the excruciating pain seeped through my veins. leaving me writhing in pain. Elongating every muscle, adrenaline pulsates through my veins with loud booms which seemed to magnify with each beat, but it didn’t stop. “I do not see kindness in your heart, you will soon learn how it feels like to be judged by your appearance” the enchantress hissed. Thick hairs began to sprout expeditiously over the surface of my entire body. Possessing razor-sharp claws and fangs, I gasp and stagger to catch breaths that were out of reach. All of a sudden an intense piercing pain shot up my neck making its way into my eyes, distending them, clouding them, then colouring them a sinful shade. “Please, I’m sorry, make it stop!” I begged but I saw no mercy in those cold black eyes. As I stumble backwards I could almost sense the twisted pleasure radiating off her skin with not a flinch of guilt. It felt like needles and burning irons were scalding my body. Then a rush of crimson tincture flooded through me, slowly, drowning my nerves leaving no trace of human trait, Until finally, I was called a

“Cosette, how are things looking tonight?” Colter stepped up to the bakery counter and waited patiently for his usual: a double bacon, double perception breakfast biscuit with an over easy egg and a shot of fair-trade espresso. When we was a young monster hunter, the night was his playground. These days he had more knowledge under his belt, but far less ability to stay in-tune in the wee hours of the night.

Aaron starts walking, I don't know if I could trust him, what if he leads me to a trap? He turns back and stares at me."Are you coming?",he says and starts walking again. I walk by his side in silence."We're here." , there's a lake. "I come here to think. It's my escape from the others." He stares at me. He sits on the ground, so I do the same.

Louis' breath was harsh. So cold and uneaven that it hurt his throat and chest. He was probably even weasing as each foot hit the cement walkway. Maybe he was a bit out of shape now that football season was over. He could hardly see because there were no lights on this street. He stopped running once he was sure he was far enough away from his home and the Horan's that they wouldn't see him. Louis and Niall Horan were pretty good friends but he knew how stricked his parents were. If they saw him they'd probably tell on him and Louis didnt want that. He began walking along the fence that belonged to the nuclear refinery. The fence was taller than Louis but if he reached up, lifting onto his tip toes, he'd be able to touch the barbed wire that

“You’ve been unfair. Deceitful, even.” Mithian’s voice grew loud and she gave the king a look of extreme disapproval, brows drawn together and her eyes narrowed. “How would you like it if I’d done the same to you? The least you could have done was tell me the truth and allow me to decide how or if I wanted to proceed. This nonsense about how you ‘thought’ you’d be able to get over this other woman is preposterous. When you came to my chamber last night, you were still in love with her and you knew it. You should be ashamed of yourself, Arthur.” Tears ran down her face.

When one had been wronged as grievously as Morgana Pendragon, keeping the darkness at bay, not succumbing to evil, was impossible. She had been humiliated, denied her rightful claim to the throne, and made to feel as if her magical powers meant she was filth.

I can’t be this person anymore. I can’t lead this life. It hurts too much. I’m tired of loving, I hate you and I’m tired of hating I love you.” She whispered softly with a calming voice, though filled with sadness. The melody seemed to just flow out of her like a mountain stream tumbling up and down over weather-worn rocks just the sound of her voice made the room feel colder. Gritting my teeth and forcing myself to stand it was my turn to look away and study the white walls. I shook my head bewildered. The devil wasn’t finished yet with wrecking my life. I opened my mouth to respond, hoping to repair the damage, but nothing came out. It felt like my vocal cords were paralyzed. Ingrid sat there thinking, the renewed silence between us surpassed the previous one in its length and weight. Then some force greater than the craving for a drink hit me. I could feel it pressing on me like the compounded gravity inside some inescapable black hole. I willed a breath into my lungs hoping that fresh air might relieve my sense of suffocation from trying to absorb everything Ingrid had just told me, struggling to put it into some sort of order and context. It seemed forever before I managed to exhale. Ingrid finally stood up; upset she stared at me with a blank, uncomprehending

“She’s ours now.” She croaked out. “That’s what she would’ve…” The woman broke out into a fit of coughing. Her voice was raw from crying the whole night. How could a place that brought such joy, be the cause of so much grief? After all, it

“Did you know how many of my men she slaughtered?” He asked before charging on. “Of course, you did. You helped break the bitch out of her cell then carved your way through my home. It is a shame, really” he mused. “You both must have separated as I never saw you until the guards brought you to me. Would you like to know how she died? Your cousin,” he spat out the word like a curse, “kept trying to reassure your drunken

“For what reason, for what glorified, violent justice where you murdered without emotion or mercy? I’m slowly losing my mind, I’m losing myself in shame! I have failed you mother, you knew I couldn’t survive. However, I was unaware of how I wasn’t strong enough trying hard to become your only protecting hope, and yet I ran from you anyway to attack in arrogant anger, regardlessly leaving you additionally defenseless every time in an endless chase, and I failed you as a result. However, conversely, I'm here to confess petrified with emptiness and loneliness, that is to say while your uniquely loving and tender tears fell and shattered around me. Surprisingly truly they felt like sweet kisses from an angel, as a result they broke my heart that

After an afternoon of frustration and fighting back, she “tried to get off her fathers lap and fly at (the doctor) while tears of defeat blinded her eyes (Williams 1336). With that closing statement, the author is

Joan turned away from Perceval and faced the opposite wall. Tears welled up in her eyes and she didn’t want Perceval to see her weep. If they lived, she’d tell him it wasn’t so bad, as she knew the guilt would tear her husband apart. She wanted to tell Perceval that this wasn’t his fault; it was no one’s fault but these three horrible intruders.

“It’s not what it looks like,” came Maxen’s voice, sounding calm and rational, much to her surprise. “I forced the queen. She refused me and I threw myself at her. The fault is mine, not hers. She didn’t want this; she tried to resist, but I overpowered her…”

Warmly I embrace thee with such an immensely lustful tenderness that I have at last realised that it is uncomplicated for you to overlook the torment I voraciously endure. The blank obscurity in my gaze is overlooked and neglected, all at the fault of the gleeful adumbration I have rashly stationed upon my own shoulders. It is of my own culpability, though I am nonetheless perplexed at your sanctioned naïvety. What right have you that permits this? You do not even attempt to comprehend the matter anymore. Is this but a malevolent deception that everyone I’ve met is associated with? I wail thunderously in agony, yet you only seem to detect the tranquilest of murmurs. Leisurely you seize my sanity on innumerable occasions, provoking my

The knights searched and searched for Rose like a writer searches for a quill. They came across an old, deteriorating, abandoned necromancer’s tower. While walking up to the thick iron door, they heard a hoarse scream. “It’s the princess!” said one. They ran up and tried to break the hunk of metal