Fear of Using One’s Talent
You’re so afraid of murder being the sin that you commit that you close yourself off the possibility that you were already committing other sins. Why are you so afraid of this one thing that you could do wrong?
Jason
Jason never cared much for American tourists. They were flashy, scantily-clad, slovenly, and left gum plastered to the bottoms of cafe railings.
Outside the Window
it’s more like there’s something outside this window that he has encountered many, many times, and now he wants a barrier between it and him. He’s using me as the barrier. I knew what he feared…
A Queen’s Marriage - Part 3
What shallow depths will such exquisite eyes explunge in my heart? Such bewitching eyes?
The Rich and Noble Gardener
There was once a rich and noble gardener, who did everything well for his land. He cultivated the flowers, fertilized the bushes, and tilled the soil. Often, when the farmer was watering his rich garden…
A Queen’s Marriage - Part 2
Today, she sat upon her throne as upon a rock of refuge in the ocean, assailed by the pounding waves of questions and looks and simpers, and carefully, stoically, she kept her gaze straight ahead, looking neither to the right, nor to the left, nor into the eyes of any person.
A Queen’s Marriage - Part 1
She looked out her window at the courtiers filing past below, two-and-two: the wives flirting with the bachelors, the husbands ignoring their women in favor of business, and all their children neglected at home, and she shuddered. No, it was not to them she wished to show her splendor.
The Fatigued Bride
Once upon a time, Bernadette lived in a hut with her mother, father, six brothers, and two sisters, and in this hut, they play-acted, and sang, and spoke of many truths of religion and philosophy, and all were happy. Then one day, a witch saw their joy, and cast a curse upon them to torment their happiness, and turn all things to bitterness…
The Restless Sleeper and the Hedgetrimmer
“Rest, my little one.” The voice, within her dream, was so quiet and reassuring, and she yearned to sink deep. But habitually, she doubted. Rest was not for her - she must trim the hedge. She had left her work undone. She must wakeup.
“But I have sent you a hedgetrimmer,” said the voice again. “Here he comes.”
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