FE Beginnings - Estie Oscura 3 by Sworn-Exile, literature
Literature
FE Beginnings - Estie Oscura 3
PART THREE
Her body was shaking violently. Her eyes were still focused on her brothers. She watched his face growing pale and she let her tears flow silently down her cheeks. Her head was pounding from all the dehydration, and she was losing all hope. Zak was gone. She was alone... all alone now.
Her almost catatonic state was suddenly diminished when she heard a series of gunshots from outside the jail room. The door was flung open and the lead guard stumbled backwards and onto the floor with a perfectly shaped round hole in his forehead. Estie moved to the bars and tried to peer out to see what the hell was going on. A tall, dark ha
FE Beginnings - Zoran Fenrir 3 by Sworn-Exile, literature
Literature
FE Beginnings - Zoran Fenrir 3
PART THREE
The port of Trieste a bustling trading post and rest point for many ships and their crews, the air filled with shouts and cries from market stalls as well as from dockyard workers who moved heavy equipment and supplies from one spot to the other. Seagulls traversed the skies overhead and a few dogs ran about wildly interrupting peoples movement. It seemed to be a busiest day of the week as people from outside of town were coming in to view the market stalls to see what they had to offer.
Zoran pushed a hand cart along which carried his slain parents and had covered them up with a large blanket to stop them from being
FE Beginnings - Zoran Fenrir 2 by Sworn-Exile, literature
Literature
FE Beginnings - Zoran Fenrir 2
PART TWO
It was mid-morning when he reached South Rock Falls. Glorified with the sight he beheld, Zoran unloaded the pack from his back and set it down on top of a rock before he sat on it as well. His lungs breathed in the crisp, moist air around him and he had more or less forgotten the annoyance of actually coming to this place.
He decided to venture down to the base of the waterfall and clean his hair and rest for a while. He found a small path leading down to the pool at the bottom and used it to make his way there. He carried his pack in one hand and used his other to steady himself as he moved. The water was clean and untouched, look
FE Beginnings - Zoran Fenrir 1 by Sworn-Exile, literature
Literature
FE Beginnings - Zoran Fenrir 1
PART ONE
It was a day saturated with clear skies and sunshine in a small Austrian village not far from the southern border of the country. A young, fresh-faced 19-year-old Zoran Fenrir traipsed through the long grass, which lay to the west of the village, and headed back after going to collect firewood for a fire. His jungle-green eyes glanced around the peaceful atmosphere that surrounded him and he breathed deeply with satisfaction. Zoran wore leather boots along with brown combat trousers and a dark green t-shirt along with a sheath on his back for his oriental sword.
His feet found their way back to his home and he walked through the oa
My sorrow ebbs
My heart aches
My mind is torn apart
My happiness is suppressed
The pain is horrid
The pain is vile
The aching is unbearable
The thoughts are pathetic
Why is this happening?
Why am I incapable of being happy?
Why in the world is my mind like this?
Why must I do this to myself?
Someone help me
Someone calm me
Someone cure me
Someone shoot me
Throughout our lives
We forever strive
For that special someone
Who can be nothing but perfect.
Some never find them
And some do.
I am glad that I have found someone
So early on in life.
She makes me happy,
She makes me smile,
She makes me feel special,
She makes me feel loved.
Her eyes so deep and dark,
Her touch so soft and sweet,
Her laugh so cheery and pleasant,
Her heart so full of love.
I adore her,
I praise her,
I have her,
I love her.
Walking through those cleansed white halls
Smelling the pain and suffering of those people,
I climb those endless set of steps
Just to visit her... the one so dear.
Side by side my mother and I,
We drag our way through the ill fate
And straight to the end we go,
Only to see her pale face on those pillows.
Taking a seat by her side;
She greets us with a pleased smile,
Happy to see her family - Daughter and Grandson,
Taking comfort in our presence.
The bruises and the redness of her aged skin
Only reflects how she is inside.
This mighty woman who saw many a hardship
Is now laid up in hospital once more.
Giving her a kiss goodbye
The most perfect of weekends
Going along without a hitch or an ill word,
To return home only to find that the blade of hinderance
Has been unsheathed and thrust forward.
To watch a face that braves the trials of life,
To hear the diversion from the pain
Only hides the anguish and devastation behind the mask;
The mask that is the surface.
What will happen with this blade's wounds?
Who can know what the future life of this soul will be like?
She travels on amongst the wilderness of life
Holding on to something that only she knows how precious.
The bitter cold bites upon my hands,
Ever degrading the pulse within my wrists
It acts heavily over the timely sands
Creating nothing in front of my eyes but a set of mists.
Like confronting Death this cold does feel
And saying to The Reaper that I will not go,
Because to me none of this is real
My soul is in need to grow.
Within the confines of this flesh i feel the pain
And the torment of my mortal life,
However do people remain so sane?
When all that life deals is the misery and strife?
Death stalks me to no end
And beckons me to betray my loyalties and receed,
But my soul is in need of this mend
Due to the fact that we all
Current Residence: UK Favourite genre of music: Metal Favourite photographer: Lara Jade Operating System: Windows 7 Favourite cartoon character: Lion-O Personal Quote: Overcome the strife with the love of your work
Favourite Visual Artist
Soilwork
Favourite Movies
Last Samurai
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Soilwork
Favourite Games
Dynasty Warriors and Samurai Warriors Series, Syphon Filter Series, Splinter Cell Series
Favourite Gaming Platform
PS3 and PC
Tools of the Trade
Swords and a pen
Other Interests
Ancient Japanese history, Writing poetry, going to gigs, gaming etc
Check out my latest blog post here - http://theforcedmind.wordpress.com/2012/05/14/short-story-the-vision-of-one/
A 4000 word short story for your enjoyment :-)
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Hi guys,
I find hardly any time to come on here and I don't really have much to put up to be honest. I am writing this journal to tell you all that I have a blog with wordpress.com. If you would like to keep up-to-date with me and what goes on then go have a look at: http://theforcedmind.wordpress.com
Hope to see people commenting :-)
Andy
Hey all you watchers,
I have posted up a short piece. I know it's been a while but I haven't had that much worthwhile to post up,
Anyways please comment if you so wish and let me know what you think
Sworn-Exile