It Begins AgainI see her up there on her throne. Taking another heart in her hand. I know her well as she bites down on the red thing. I knew her before she was Queen. A pile of ripped out hearts lay in a golden bowl, she watches me as I move just so. I play, I dance, I do everything to keep the court entranced. Everything, just so she knows of our time alone. I know her well you see and how sweet a heart can be. She told me once that eating their hearts are a bitter sting, she isn't made for this kind of thing, a hole it’s creating and its killing her being. I look back at her from my finished number, bowing as she takes another. The King long since removed positioning her into power. She ate his heart for all to see just so no harm may come to me. Her clothes no longer white, all stained in red. Every word has been bled. I knew her before she was Queen, the gentle free spirit that was beside me in a home of open serene. A kingdom of white invaded by red, a jack beheaded and we fled. Her eyesIt Begins Again7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
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Summer in Egypt was warm and very active; people were more active during this time of seasons, shop owners opened their shops for those who need a meal to be made, those who had boats take their small boats on the Nile River to feel the cool air of the water against their skin. But O, beware a hippo or a crocodile is in the waters below might rise and attack during this time of summer. They become more active whenever the days are warm.
Those who worked at the docks; drudged on with materials that were brought from different lands, from our neighboring countries that were willing to give us some of their plentiful fruits and meats along with some other delicacy that they have.
Netkitery and I watched them as they worked, they did not mind us