By Lauren RabalaisWeb Content Contributor The content of this chapter contains violence. Chapter Twelve: Bloody Thou Art. Photo by Lauren Rabalais. Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end. Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend.— William Shakespeare Before he or Ashtad could do anything, a loud bang resounded throughout the room, followed by a feminine shriek. His mind was fuzzy as he looked around. He heard a […]
By Lauren RabalaisWeb Content Contributor Lately, I’ve seen an outrageous amount of people lamenting over their sorry attempts at making sourdough with their depressing pictures of dense, rock-hard bread bricks. And, on the flipside, I’ve seen many lovely, fluffy loaves of focaccia float their way through Twitter, amassing likes right out of the oven. Even people who have hardly baked in their lifetimes are contributing to our current shortage of […]
By Lauren RabalaisWeb Content Contributor Chapter Eleven: A Pact Torn Apart. Image by Lauren Rabalais. “To me, the thing that is worse than death is betrayal. You see, I could conceive death, but I could not conceive betrayal.” ― Malcolm X After Alphonse’s call, Ashtad appeared, standing in front of his bed. Upon his arrival, he immediately moved to sit down in Alphonse’s study chaise. In typical Ashtad fashion, the […]
By Lauren RabalaisWeb Content Contributor Chapter Ten: Sacrifice for the Broken. Image by Lauren Rabalais. The stain of red that colors the pavement Painted with blood of somebody you love Is this sacrifice for the broken Losing the purest of what's in my heart. —Survive Said The Prophet, “Red” “Where are you headed, Your Highness?” Ashtad appeared besides Alphonse as he made his way to Violet’s bed chambers, hovering behind […]
By Lauren RabalaisWeb Content Contributor Of Justice and Demonic Intentions: Chapter Nine. A Crack in the Glass. Image by Lauren Rabalais. Violet wanted to rip her hair out. In just a few weeks after her father was killed, five more people were killed in the same way, probably by the same person. Worst of all, she and her team still had no idea of who the murderer was. She wasn’t […]
By Lauren RabalaisWeb Content Contributor Chapter Eight: Reaching for the Truth. Image by Lauren Rabalais. “There was truth and there was untruth, and if you clung to the truth even against the whole world, you were not mad.” — George Orwell The next morning finally came after another sleepless night. This time, though, it was different; Alphonse rolled around all night, but he couldn’t help the twitching in his toes […]
By Lauren RabalaisWeb Content Contributor Chapter Seven: Beware, for I am Fearless. Image by Lauren Ratalais. Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.—Mary Shelley Alphonse sat at his study desk, paper and writing utensil at the ready, while Ashtad sat with his legs crossed on top of his dresser, looming over him in a very cat-like manner. He found the demon’s sitting habits quite unsettling. “There are other chairs […]
By Lauren RabalaisWeb Content Contributor Chapter Six: Death and Duty. Image by Lauren Rabalais. “Death is lighter than a feather. Duty, heavier than a mountain.”Robert Jordan Ashtad watched the sparrows. He sat atop the balcony rail in Alphonse’s bed chambers, swaying his legs back and forth as he watched the birds glide past the castle with outstretched wings. He didn’t want to be summoned again. It wasn’t the first time […]
By Lauren RabalaisWeb Content Contributor Chapter Five: The Loneliest Moment. Image by Lauren Rabalais. “The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”— F. Scott Fitzgerald Prince Alphonse watched from the carriage window as the horses slowed their gait to a walk. He always thought the air beyond the castle walls would be fresh and […]
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