"Where again are we? Ain't you tired of all this."     The view was familiar. He knew what twas. He had been there before. He wouldn't want to act as though he couldn't think or couldn't arrive at a sane judgement. That would rather be belittling. He didn't want an odd thing to have a start with him. He would try to scribble the implication of where he was on the platter of his memory. That should help him. It did seem as though he had sucked that imagery before. He did need to puke at that moment. If he wouldn't do that, he wouldn't be able to figure out where he was. He looked. He wasn't sure if he was seeing. He didn't even know if his eyes were open. It did seem as though a mist had made mess of his sight. He didn't even know what to put up with. He wasn't trying to play around the whole thing. He did only want to be sure. Everyone would want to do that. No one would ever want to be pawned. He hated having that feelings. He w

       "Stand up from me now."     He wanted to say more than that. He was raged and he could feel his eyes bulging. He could feel his rage swelling. He could feel his heart's palpitations draped in crazed velocity. He didn't want to ignore all the attributes. He was more than sure that he was going to split. He was very sure that he wouldn't be able to take it anymore. He did know what he did want and that was what he would go for. He would never make a puppet of himself. He would never be what he wouldn't be able to control. He wouldn't ever be what would be outta his own grasp. He would maintain the odds and rages he was already familiar with. Those were the only things which did seem as the best hoe for him. He did know that he wouldn't be able to put up with several other things ever. He did know that he wouldn't be able to understand several other things ever. He was more than sure about that. He was taking his time and was

        "Stand by me and I by you."    A part of him was glad and the other was numb. He didn't know what feeling that was. It did seem as though he was some specimen and had been made to be dueled over by some two arms. He wasn't so sure about it. He wanted to be. He wanted to make meaning of it. That was all that did seem best. Other things didn't seem to be what it was. Twas more than great. He could feel it. He couldn't be sure if he was actually telling himself a lie or was putting up with the truth. He wasn't even so sure what the truth was. He did wish that he would be able to figure out. He did wish for that the millions of things. He had no idea which one would have the best part of him. He did have no idea which would be the best pull of the whole fate. He was trying to sieve. That was also one of the towering feelings he could never toss aside. He did know that no matter he did want to go things wouldn't be what they were. H

   "Listen to me carefully."    She was seating opposite him. The Nymph was all ready to have her ways with words and he was just there to listen. That was the best he could possibly think of.     Away from her from the left was Ja Lia who was still confused at that moment. He didn't seem to had grasped what had really happened back then.     The Cod knew that he wasn't going to explain anything to anyone. He didn't owe anyone a silhouette of explanation. He wouldn't even buy it. He looked away from him and looked directly at the Nymph again. He was hoping that she wouldn't put on that odd cloak she was known with.      They had left the lad on the spot in that hidden room. They had walked down to the castle of the Monarch and they were seating in strays. None of them was probably daring enough to seat on that throne. None but himself. Read more