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hopelessness is my companion
through my mind is carved a canyon
on these walls I draw with crayon
tied to this cot that I lay on
Chapter 8 Shark3000
Angered by his laps in vigilance with only himself to blame Anthony calmly walked out into the night so as not to cause alarm. Once outside he could still see the countryside in the pale light of dusk as the chill of the night set in. Scanning the horizon for any clue to the whereabouts of the princess, he made his way to his horse. "Young squire!" called Anthony, "ready my horse!" Just over the farthest pass, Anthony could barely make out what appeared to be the telltale dust cloud created by what had to be many horses. "North," he thought still refusing to believe the possibility of the worst case scenario. The squire handed Anthony the reigns, "Master, your horse is ready and your pack is secured just as you instructed." "Well done squire," replied Anthony. "Tell me boy, who were the men with the princess just now?" Inquired Anthony. The squire knew the gravity of the question, for if the knight didn't know who the men were, something was wrong. "I don't know Master, for o
Chapter 6 Shark3000
Anthony stood watching as the princess road off down the path and then over the next hill, disappearing from view. His heart now pounding as if he'd been in heated battle. Turning toward this trusty steed he patted the great horses neck. "Well what do you think old boy?" as if the horse understood him, "I think I'm about to get myself into a lot of trouble." With that Anthony let out a hearty laugh, mounted his horse and began back down the path at an easy trot. Making his way back to the stables, Anthony was alone with his thoughts. He could still smell the sweet fragrance of the princess's perfume on his hands, taking him back to that moment he knew they shared before his feeling of awkwardness, and 'graceful' decent to the ground. He had to laugh to himself in embarrassment. He wasn't certain but he felt as if the princess's eyes were betraying her words. He knew for a moment he could see straight into her soul. "What a beautiful place to be," he thought to himself, as he
Chapter 4 Shark3000
Sitting atop his noble steed, Logan, Sir Anthony pondered whether or not he overplayed his hand. He knew the princess loved to unwind with a fast gallop through the orchards, especially after dealing with her shrew of a mother. If there ever was a poor pairing by arranged marriage, it was Queen Vashta and the wise compassionate King.
"Poor man," he thought aloud. "At least their paring wasn't completely in vein," he thought as the image of the princess materialized in his minds eye. Sir Anthony was absolutely smitten with Alexia and he must do his best to hide the fact.
"GUTTLUMP! GUTTLUMP! GUTTLUMP!"
With a flourish of elegance princess Alexia sped by the tree under which Anthony was waiting, unknown to her. Anthony chose the largest oak near the stables just below the crest of a small hill to wait on her. As she passed on her magnificent beast, a horse with nearly as much spirit as the princess, he merely sat and watched her beautiful auburn hair billowing behind her as she rac
Chapter 2 Shark3000
The knight still clad from head to toe in his armor, not having time to prepare for meeting the princess as the queen demanded he report immediately from the field, strode toward the two woman. "Sir Anthony I presume," lauded the queen. "At your service m'lady," replied the still masked knight as he took to his knee and grasped the queens hand bowed his head. "you may stand sir knight," quipped the queen. Anthony stood before the queen and removed his helmet revealing shoulder length sandy brown hair and piercing blue eyes, his six foot six frame towering over both woman. "And this must be the fair princess Alexia," he said as he turned his head and met Alexia's gaze. Again he took to his knee and said, "And at your service of course m'lady." The hand maids chuckled as they looked on.
Sir Anthony, was no stranger to the castle or to the princesses beauty, for that matter. He spent his youth the squire of one of Queen Vashta's hand picked guard. This fact of course was unknown
Last Night Part 2
As Jake lay still, silent in his bed, a tremendous darkness
swept over him. His mind reeling from what he just
experienced or thought he experienced. Trying to ignore
the obvious pain he felt and passing it of as anxiety
from his all too real nightmare, he rolled over to caress
his wife's face. reaching out the back of his hand to
gently touch he recoiled involuntarily at the
icy feel of her cold moist skin. Jake stood up on the bed
almost too close to the ceiling fan, pulled the chain on
the light and gazed in total horror at what he ultimately
saw. Sam's face was drawn and gaunt, lifeless. In his
dream Jake knew he had a recollection of the events of the
night before but now he didn't remember what took place.
As a matter of fact he couldn't remember much of the last
couple of days. Jake now overwhelmed with emotion dropped
to his knees at Sam's side and picked her up into his arms
and buried his head into her chest and sobbed, her cold
dead skin chilling him to his core as he
Jake felt as if his eyes were stuck shut. With a little effort
he managed to open first one then the other. Lying flat on his
back, he could make out the ceiling fan in the predawn light,
filtering through his curtains. The aroma of fresh coffee drifted
lazily into his consciousness. One by one the rest of his senses
began to awaken. He could feel the soreness in his muscles. "Why
am I so stiff?" He wondered. As he sat up in bed a sharp pain
shot through his skull. Jake reached up to grab his head and
touched what could only be described as a large patch of dried
blood. Suddenly the events of last night came rushing back to him.
"No!" He thought. "That wasn't a dream after all." Franticly he
looked around the room for any signs that someone else may still
be there. A sound came from the living room. "Sam!" "Sam!"
Sam was short for Samantha, a petite athletic woman with fiery
red hair and smoldering green eyes. Jake loved her more than
life itself, so the recent chain of t
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