Red Cord of Fate Part Four

Sorry guys for my absence. I have what feels like worms. I can eat nothing without it hurting. Also, in my struggle with illness I have been writing a little bit of an experiment. I don’t know if I even want anybody reading it right now. Anyway, continue enjoying the adventures of Elayne and the Cord. This is A.B. and I am dying inside.

 

Elayne sat in the ready room waiting for the inevitable. She’d already changed into a simple blue dress and brown boots. She had combed out her silver hair by herself, she was too nervous to allow enchanted brushes to do it.

The Cord of Fate was stretched out to its full length before her; all three feet extracted from her skull and laying untethered on a table beside her. It glowed and pulsed softly with her heartbeat. The diadem rested alone on one of the counters that lined the walls.

Elayne, usually the picture of composure, the master of any situation, was riddled with anxiety. She had worn the diadem for eighteen years. It had been reshaped and resized but never removed from the Cord until now. She couldn’t even remember when she last had the Cord moved; all she knew was what they had told her about it. Continue reading “Red Cord of Fate Part Four”

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Red Cord of Fate Part Three

Roy broke from his spot at the end of the line. Without looking at any of the ones he passed he made his way to the center of the line. He stopped at the tall woman with horns.

“ May I call you Elayne?”

“ You can call me whatever you like, Roy.” Elayne smiled and shifted her eyebrows.

“ Okay then.” His stoic face twitched slightly.

She heard a stifled snicker come from another girl. Someone had a sense of humor.

“Then Elayne,” Roy recovered. “I would like you to meet Specialist Bass. She is skilled at… she’s… I am sorry Aurora, I don’t want to base all your qualifications on your race.”

“ It’s fine, I don’t mind,” said the woman with a tiny smile. Her voice was full yet soft.

“Alright then, Aurora, since it seems you prefer first names, she is a Bovinae. They are feared for their strength and near invulnerability. I have witnessed her break through brick walls with her bare hands. And I have watched bullet, arrow, spear and sword graze or bounce off of her. If I was without my magic, then I am unsure if I could best her.

Aurora smiled.

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The Red Cord of Fate Part Two

Let’s get back to posting why don’t we. Here is the second part of my story, enjoy.

The main hall had pillars of stone as thick as oak trees running down its length. At one end, the grand doors stood twenty feet tall and were engraved with a map of the world on both sides. At the other end, the thrones were currently vacant. Connecting each end was a carpet that stretched a couple thousand feet. It was enchanted to not wear down and for the figures on it to move. As Elayne stepped on it now, a herd of embroidered horses were galloping through a two dimensional field of flowers.

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The Red Cord Of Fate: Part One

This is one edited by a guest editor, possibly long term, a purple Corgi named Cherry. I believe she has done a good job at it. Granted her tiny little arms keep hitting the enter key too frequently. I had to correct her editing a bit there. But both her and Adi say I don’t know how a semicolon is used. Being bred for my poofy hair and not for my brains doesn’t help me much. I can rhyme though, when needed.

Oh, this a fantasy story by the way! So if you don’t like that, go ahead and skip. I actually prefer fiction, it keeps me away from reality. This isn’t a finished story like Clinic but I am going to update it only once or twice a week. There are about eighty pages written but if it does well I can always write more. This is A.B. O my brothers, I hope you like this real horrorshow. Image source:embersOashes from Deviantart

The Cord of Fate hung out of Princess Elayne’s forehead. It was a crimson length of sinewy cable that pulsed softly with her heart. It was connected to her circulatory system, tangled up in her brain and laced through her bones. That red Cord was everywhere inside her and currently a meter of it was strewn out before her on the vanity table she was seated before. The Cord was tethered to a silver diadem that rested on the table beside Elayne’s cellphone, which had been buzzing with text messages for the last ten minutes.  Continue reading “The Red Cord Of Fate: Part One”

A Serious Man

He was born to the wrong man that barely taught him the correct way to stand. He was a Serious man. He left his position as person who wat8afavorites_3ched over, never sober. The boy grew up with a breakable man. Not falling over from a foul smelling liquid, but not too strong. Not too strong at all, he wasn’t much of a Serious man. The boy loved him and shunned his first watcher. He wanted to become that man. With the plan to stay forever, never severing the bond.

The boy grew up into a Serious sober man after years of struggling with a predilection for addiction, there was to be no exception. He still knew how to joke, poke fun, how to rub against those in his life. Causing strife came easy for such a Serious man. There were no flaws with him, none that his family would admit. “That’s just the way he is.” After time he had a wife and more time after a son, his only. One he called “Sally Ann” though he was just a Serious man, he had to mold son just like him. But the son was broken you see, he could never become such a Serious man, though the man thought yes he can. Continue reading “A Serious Man”

Clinic Part Four

This is it tramps and ladies. This is where it all ends. My first story on this blog. It was a journey and so far it has been quite a journey. It has almost been a week on this website, I have never really done this on my own before. Like, comment, and follow, this is A.B. and I really feel better.
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I was given dinner and a new change of clothes, basic red scrubs. “Dinner” was a flat chicken breast with grill marks, baked beans that had corrupted everything on the plate, some sort of noodle salad thing that looked awful, and a spork to eat it all. I was starving, they had run out of PB and J in purgatory and I couldn’t have cheese. I did eat everything on the Styrofoam plate except the salad stuff. And of course everything was cold.

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