“Hurry hurry hurry!” cried the maidservant as she cleared the path to the entrance room of the queen chambers, where the Queen was laid down on the bed.She was in labour, as she breathed laboured breath, screaming, scratching, and cursing at her husband who stood just at the entrance of her chambers.Queen Celia walked past him in a haste into the chamber where her daughter lay, "Hurry now you need to push!” she yelled at her daughter.With tears streaming down her eyes and with the last strength she has, she screamed out so loud."There, that's the baby's head!” yelled the maidservant."Come on Claudia, one last push and..."
The streets of Birmingham, were at their best on a fine May evening when flowers burst out of beautification troughs along the avenues and split from vendor carts. The scents of them nearly overpowered the stinks of exhaust as streets and traffic air clogged both roads and skyways.Young danced and leapt over the public sports courts, working up healthy, sweat balls and hoops and pegs.Airbuses carted patrons to the sky mall, cruising with their endless streams of chatter. Life bustled, bloomed and burgeoned in the city.The train station was clogged with people waiting for their train to the next town. There on the waiting line was Mrs Langson and her daughter waiting for the next train to pull out, she was chatting with another woman on the line and they were also going in the same direction.
Stepping her feet on the floor of Brighton high school, she knew something was wrong, as she made her way to the principal office where she met Nora and two boys with their parent or guardian whichever they were, she was yet to find out, one of the boys was injured and could barely keep a good posture while sitting, as tho his waist and back were cracked, she sat down on the seat close to her daughter, without altering a word the principal began."Good afternoon Mrs Langson, I didn't know I would be calling you this early to such an incident on the first day of your daughter's resumption," he said looking at Nora.Her face was emotionless while she stared at her shoes,"I am sorry principal, but I am lost here," replied Mrs Langson
Nora ran out of the house with a teary face, she ran across the street and didn't know where she was headed to, she wasn't thinking all she knew was that something was wrong with her, but she didn't know what it was, she left the streets and was headed down the hills when a figure was running behind her breathless and eager to catch up with her, she increased her stride and kept still crying."How was she to find out? What is she going to do? What If I can hurt people?" All these thoughts circled her head, as she ran still increasing her stride, then she heard her name,"Nora! Nora!!" Yelled the voice, still running after her,She didn't look back, neither did she turn her head, she kept running, by this time she had left the town and almost at the hills, t
It was dark already, they could only see each other with the lights in the garden, the night breeze blew on their faces as they sat there, waiting for him to answer.Nora was already tired, she needed answers and answers she must get, she thought to herself,"Just answer my questions," said Nora."Okay I'll answer you, just sit down, take a deep breath and don't let those tears fall, at least not just yet," said Gretchen, Nora sits down,"So, who are you? What am I?" asked Nora."As I said before I'm Gretchen of Vermont," said Gretchen.
The air was chilled and filled with mists, no sound was heard except the insects chirping and the sound of the breeze. Darey was there in her front yard waiting on her.She walked out and saw him, they both walked hand in hand to a garden close to both of their homes, the quiet and the peace felt so good, calming her nerves, they sat down in silence staring at the stars and moon in the sky."Darey," Nora said, "Nora," Darey said, As they faced each other, breathlessly Darey covered her lips, she felt feather light touch on her lips, as he sucked her bottom lips, his lips tasted of mint. His tongue caressed her cheek and a moan slipped from her throat. His hands roamed all over her body, as he ripped her nightgown off and fondled her breast, he slipped his hands down to her inner thighs, and she gasped."Darey!" she exclaimed, This was exactly what she wanted, she thought to her
The wind gushed with great pressure as it whisked them away to the past, the ancient kingdom, where their journey begins, dropping them in a desert surrounded by thickets and hedges, not their usual woods, the whole place was different, the wind there blew with so much pressure as if wanting to blow them far away. Aubrey opened her eyes to this new surroundings as fear gripped her and she shivered from the cold, now laid on a bed that creaked with her every movement, she was covered in animal skin that looked like it had survived many winters, her skin was so white now and dry as though it would crack under any pressure, she shut her eyes again trying to make sense of her surroundings, but couldn't as she opened her eyes again, this time so won't her eyes could pop out.The walls were decorated in carved drawings of men and arrows, bows all dressed in knight attire, she gasped now remembering everything, how she left, she and….."Darey
The voices outside were so low she couldn't make out what they were saying, she had just woken up from another nap, after lunch she had felt headaches, she was taken to her room by Gretchen and given a bitter liquid to take that would make her feel better, with Alstin sitting by the side of her bed, she slept off. Outside was so cold, with the wind blowing stronger than the afternoon, she sighted Alstin in the company of the other men by the threshold of the tower, they had made a fire and sat around it, warming their skin, while sharpening their swords, and telling tales, she walked over there, ignoring the two figures whispering to each other, she joined them by the fireside, and sat beside Alstin."What do you think you are doing, Gretchen? asked an older version of Gretchen, worries written all over his face, "Taking responsibility," replied Gretchen, "She is trouble, I have been trying my best to hol