Scarfs and BellsThe man's face was haggard and riddled with scars up close. He leaned in even closer, and I could smell something like coffee and tobacco on his breath. The man gripped my wrist and thrust my head down in the general direction of the floor.Scarfs and Bells
"Open it!" He yelled. I tried not to breath. I couldn't see the box in the gloom. Then my foot ran into it, and I could hear the little bell ring from its perch on top of the wood and plaster and random bits of rock.
I couldn't tell him that I knew the box wasn't magical, not really,
Instructions: Not Needed. The first thing we lost was our names. Our queen gave us foreign names: last and first names that tasted like iron and dust and sounded like the cold north wind. She took dust from a jar and blew it onto our faces, making us mortal, dirtying our fair looks. She stripped us of our rank and poisoned our blood. No longer could we walk with our brothers or eat the fruits or drink the honeyed water without facing the curse ourselves.Instructions: Not Needed.
Then they threw us down into the world.
"I think I got scuff marks on the way dow
Marian One year ago this day, my brother died. The sheriff had looked down from castle walls, on high like a god or king. He laughed at my brother's death dance, as his tied legs trembling and kicked the dead air. My brother's eyes rolled back in his head. Wrapped up and hooded in my brother's old cowl, I hid in the crowd. I watched as my brother's body spin and twirl aimlessly on the noose, never letting Little John see my tears while he held me close I cried alone that night, in some old women's hut; and watched a cat hunting mice in the dusty corners and batting at theMarian
TwistedThe earth was grey, and so was the house, a dull lifeless grey where the sun had burnt the grass, the crops, peeled the paint and life off everything in sight. Even the dust itself looked nearly grey. The old woman sat down gingerly on a stool on the porch and watched the dust blow about in the heated poised air, waiting for the post to come. There was never any news anymore, not really, except when someone died. All of her friends were dead, so now she waited for news of distant neighbors being burying underneath the burnt earth.Twisted
At last the post came,
Goals renewed.
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