Mind-Adrift

Elle chewed nervously at her lip as she balanced herself carefully against Mias’ bare side with her left hand, her right cautiously pushing and pulling a short, crescent-shaped needle with thick, waxed thread through the flesh adjacent his wound. Her eyes would lose focus and insides flop threateningly as the needle –though, sharp as it was- struggled to pass through the unconscionable amount of scar tissue that lay both invisibly beneath and visibly on top the surface of Mias’ flesh. She quietly wondered to herself –with a supressed, but large amount of terror- how often this could have happened to him; how many times

“Ah! Damn you, you contemptible beast! Watch what you’re doing!” Abernos groaned and shot a pleading look towards Elle – with a sprinkle of exasperation. This was the last time that he was going to do a favour for the whimpering lord, no matter how Elle begged him – well, perhaps that was not true, it was nigh impossible to deny her anything. Even now, Elle smiled at him with a worrying brow, but with bright eyes filled with hope and appreciation that made her smile sparkle all the more lively – despite the slight redness from her recent tears. His right ear twitched playfully and he returned her smile, if

November 11, 2007. Remembrance Day, of all days. You can believe that I will never forget it... It was a particularly sunny day, considering the time of year and the brisk chill in the air. My brother was off at work and my mum and I watched a old black and white that was playing on tv while my dad -who was feeling more than a little worse for wear- was taking a nap upstairs. The only thing I really remember about the film, though we both enjoyed it, was the lead. A female detective with a rather bawdy attitude who liked to slam doors, which resulted in a dramatic shattering of glass every time. It was enjoyable -no matter how ridiculous it

Only able to carry himself so far, as the strength and life was zapped from his body with every agonising step, Mias collapsed with a deafening thud against the great doors of his estate. Weak hands with fingers contorted in intense pain clutched haplessly at the knocker and handle before legs and will-power gave out and his limp body slid into a weakly trembling heap. He noted that there was an uncanny amount of loss considering not a single vital organ was hit; perhaps it was an artery, he did not really care. His insides felt as though they were aflame as blood pooled beneath the flesh, while limbs draped cold and near useless across the d