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Seeking Truth There he was, stood furtive and vulnerable in the dark, contained in his desperate shelter. He came charged with a noble mission. An impossible mission. To dispute with his fears, cast his doubts aside and go in search of a stick, no, but a twig of truth on the floor beneath the canopy of a daunting tree of lies. But lucky him, his search, undaunted, tore a seam in the bed of rotten leaves and timber and lo he found more than a small cutlet. He found a seed, an extraordinary implication, an enormous fraction. Like an acorn that could be planted wisely to grow a great forest that could envelop this wretched trunk of deceit and

The Sapphire Once in a time, under the warm gaze of a benevolent sun, there was a small seaside hamlet. An ideal breeding ground for business, swarming with fish and founded on a plain rolling with such fertile ground that crops would yield threefold the known average amount in season. Such a land of prosperity was not without its blemishes, the hamlet was more than familiar dealing with brigands, pirates and robbers that would have all the product of such a blessed place for them to hoard selfishly. Indeed it would have been a problem to break the backs of the hamlet's righteous and honest inhabitants; were it not for the Constable. The Co

I brushed aside a dense bush that obstructed my path, nothing would slow progress to my destination, or at least that's simply what I had hoped. Once I was done with the bush I hit a wall, a sight that stopped my progress, there it was. Past the black line of the forest's canopy was a vista of legend, the splendour, the sun bore its magnificent beams of golden light down on an unspoiled field of purest green, interspersed with violet flowers and trees with unblemished snow-white bark. In the fields pairs of slender, furred creatures skipped tirelessly, stopping at times to grapple with each other softly. Looking to the left, the right, the f

Many feel shame, to admit their pain. Little do they know, that pain is like rain. It comes with the seasons, and gives us our lesions, It keeps us inside, and knocks out the wi-fi. But the sun is always there, Behind the clouds, the sky is bare. We need rain in our lives, though it darkens our skies. For a gardener would know, rain is needed, to help seeds grow.

Walls Darkness filled my vision as my eyelids held back the light, but the cold prodding of raindrops stirred me awake. I could see the sky, slightly overcast, light drizzle. I tried to sit myself up, but I couldn't, as if there was an anvil on my chest. So I rolled on my stomach and lifted myself with my arms, which hardly had the energy to support me. Standing, barely, I couldn't find the strength to keep my posture, I slouched, groping at a sudden pain in my stomach and my legs shook like parkinson's. In front of me, a wall, to my left, a wall, to my right, a wall, behind me, a wall. The side behind me had a door, no, a gate best descri