Connor: Lessons of Compassion 2The sun had gone down before Connor had the few quiet moments to look to his own injuries. The blood had stopped flowing, unless he moved about. The Indian boy, a little cleaner and less hungry after his meal of rabbit stew, had rolled in the horse's saddle blanket and gone to sleep. Connor had watched him for a time, awash in sudden memories until the throbbing in his arm and leg had drawn his attention back to the present.Connor: Lessons of Compassion 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He flexed his arm the muscles were stiff, the body readjusting to the damage. He grunted taking off his over coat. The sleeve of the shirt beneath was covered in blood with a double hole one in the back and the other in the front burned black around the edges. One handed, he cut off the ruined portion of the sleeve. He had one bandage left using it on the leg would be impossible since the bullet was still lodged in his thigh. His breathing was ragged from loss of blood. He must be pale by now, the moon would cover the pallor of hi
Connor: Out in the ColdHe lunged forward, defiant. And missed his mark. His feet slid out from under him on the powdery snow as he was pushed back. He fell onto his back with a dry grunt and rolled over or tried to. He was rolling. Just not aside but down. Along the snow that whispered dryly under him, his fingers gouging tracks in a futile attempt to stop.Connor: Out in the Cold3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He slid right out over the precipice in a white cloud of white powder, his hands scraped raw red by the coldness of the snow. He dangled the abyss, snow slowly floating past him with a deceptive ease. He panted, chest constricted by the press of the cliff edge.
Only the leather strap around his wrist stopped his free fall. He risked a quick glance over his shoulder down. It was a long way down, a very long way. His heart pounded in his heaving chest. It hurt to breathe. His wrist pulsed with every heart throb.
A shadow fell over him. Reflex took over. He glanced up, fast. To see the black barrel of a gun pointing at his face, the hammer drawn back.
Connor: the Last Assassin 1Chapter 1Connor: the Last Assassin 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The wolf ran easily over the springy turf, ears sharply pointed forward. Alert and ready for an attack or the sight of prey. The large animal exuded strength and grace, and the lithe body bunched as he ran faster to the river with the casual ease of a wild canine.
The grey animal slowed when the trees thinned, trotting, his ears flickering as once again he gave ear to the sounds of birds and rodents. He saw a beaver chomping at a tree not far away and passed him by, his hunting instinct tightly controlled. A snake slithered away across the dry ground aware of his approach. It too he majestically ignored.
The river bank opened up at the edge of the tall conifers and green-leaved trees. The large scarcely breathing wolf stopped and sat on his haunches surveying the rushing water with his yellow eyes. He was calm, unruffled. Only a slight breeze stirred his fur sluggishly. He seemed to be looking for something, his large eyes intent. Some time passed before he finally saw what i
Connor: Remarkable Spirit"I have known true freedom."Connor: Remarkable Spirit3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The woods smelled fresh, the trees swaying gently with the warm summer breeze. Himself and several other boys from the village ran up the slope of the ravine. He stopped there to breathe, to let the woodland scents wash over him and his friends who too felt the same. This was a different place, a peaceful place.
"I have known a world of peace and remarkable spirit."
Aye, there was that at the top of this wooded hill. A sense of relaxation, of letting go. Here one could come and calm down a troubled soul. Aye, peace and spirit
"A world which was taken from me."
The longhouses were burning, up in flames that devoured the wood and the sheets of bark regardless. The orange demons reached to the sky. He ran, ran as he'd never ran before it was all engulfed. All of it. His mother. His family. His home. In vain he tried to rip the door open, the flames' heat searing his skin, drying up his tears in moments. He did not see the others trying to do
Connor: Our BurdensHe twirled his tomahawk, his wrist flicking faster than an eye could blink. The Redcoat facing him grunted, unafraid. He'd seen such bravado before in many a brawl, in many a battle. If this young cocksure killer thought to frighten him here on the outskirts of civilization, he had another thing coming. No one killed the town's deer and got away with it.Connor: Our Burdens3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Redcoat levelled his musket at the stone-faced Indian gesturing for his comrades to step in. The dead deer with the stiff arrow still poking out of its side was forgotten. Sabres whistled through the air aiming for the Indian's head. Which was not there when the men's blades clashed. Irritated the two Redcoats sprung away from one another. A shot rang out amid the trees startling the nesting birds into an explosion of wings. The bullet hit no one and nothing. It simply hit a tree trunk and embedded in the thick bark. Cursing the three Redcoats spun around in a circle facing outwards, a defensive position not one of them like
FrostWhen our lives were coldest and harshFrost3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Something grew during the night
Feelings of fondness like morning frost
Glittering to our surprise in the morning light.
It was pretty and shone a brilliant white.
It made the dirty world beautiful and fresh
Though people trampled it in their flight.
Their busy lives, not paying heed or to realize
Some even cursed the presence of our frost
Because it reminded them of the world's cold bite.
But as sprouting sunny rays of stress break
I fear our frost is losing ground
I pray the frost to stay and not forsake
But I fear the frost will leave--
Leave as steam; no sign or trace to be found.
Connor: An Assassin's TrustReaching out to grab the redcoated soldier by the arm, the tall young man pushed the man’s back against himself as a shield and braced. The firing line had already discharged their muskets and so had to watch in horror as the bullets hit not their intended target but one of their own. The looks of chagrin under their tricorners would have been a source of jollity if not for the seriousness of the situation.Connor: An Assassin's Trust3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The dead man sighed and gurgled, sagging against the Assassin who let him drop to the paved ground of a New York street. He threw a challenging look at the firing line and then pointed his own gun to his left. Without even looking he shot another redcoated soldier who’d been trying to sneak up on him with a bayonet. The would be assassin’s face disintegrated in a bloody fountain, the bayonet clattering to the cobbles from nerveless hands.
The line of Red Coats that had tried to shoot him now discarded any semblance of ranged shooting and drawing their swords came a
LullabyHush now my little oneLullaby3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It's time to rest your head
Hush now my little one
It's time to go to bed
Forget your troubles little one
Let the sandman wash them away
Forget your troubles little one
It's time to end the day
Close your eyes my little one
I will never leave your side
Close your eyes my little one
No need to want to hide
Don't fear the dark my little one
Nothing can sneak up on you
Don't fear the dark my little one
I will help you through
Sweet dreams my little one
Let pleasant thoughts fill up your mind
Sweet dreams my little one
Who knows what you will find
Goodnight my little one
Sleep peacefully like a dove
Goodnight my little one
Sleep well with all my love
TearsTears are good for the eyesTears3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's like rubbing alcohol
on paper cuts
but it's good for the eyes
it's that vaccine
that makes you sore
it lets out
all the bad feels
tears are good for your eyes
so I think
I'll lay down
Connor: the Last Assassin 2Chapter 2Connor: the Last Assassin 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The old man sat near the fire and watched his guest toss and turn on the bed. As he had feared the fever had set in before he’d had a chance to make the young man warm. With the amount of cold water that had come spilling out of his lungs, time had been a factor. Despite his apparently iron constitution the Native had taken sick quickly. There was evidence of wounds and his skin was so pale as to hide the fact he was only half Native. His eyes idly slid over the groaning form, noting numerous scars on his body. Clearly his guest did not live a life of ease. Here was a fighter, a hunter if that bow was anything to go by. The WolfMan had not tried to bend it. He would not touch another man’s weapons, just like he would not touch a wolf’s dinner.
His eyes strayed to the biggest wolf that had chosen that moment to move over to the restless man and sat by him. The other wolves watched their leader, glinting eyes seemingly lifeless. The old man knew better, though
Change Begins TodayLittle girl in her room,Change Begins Today3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bunched in her blankets,
Crying as her parents act so cruel,
'How long is she going to take it?'
Little boy on the stairway,
Watches his dad take another swig
Of the poison he knew would separate them
'Is this how I'll be when I get big?'
He stares at himself in the mirror,
Wishing the image was clearer.
Pops another pill,
As in walks his little girl,
'I hope she'll be different.'
She uses make-up for a reason,
To cover up the pain she's feeling,
The black and blue he leaves behind.
'Maybe I'm just not a good wife.'
We all suffer pain,
We all feel hate,
But no matter what we face,
Change begins today.
Never Forget and Never ForgiveThorin Oakenshield, the last King Under the Mountain, put down his hammer and stared into the flames of the forge fire. His shoulders heaved, his small sturdy dwarven frame quivering. He lowered his head, leaning on the anvil. The familiar emotions – regret, disappointment, helplessness but most of all hate. Hate burned within him just as the forge fire blazed in its bed on the hearth. It smouldered, smoked and slowly consumed the wood. So Thorin felt, too. Most keenly he felt hate: hate of Smaug the Destroyer and the Elves, the treacherous forsworn Elves who would not aid their allies. The tall bright eyed Elves of the wood, of whom Thranduil was king, who had refused to sacrifice their lives for a dwarfish matter. They coveted the gold of the Dwarves. Everyone did, now that the treasure had been taken by Smaug. But no one, not one of the Elves or Men dared to go for it, to try and wrest it.Never Forget and Never Forgive2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That they were too afraid to do. Too cowardly. They had not stood against Azog at Moria.
Fractured FairytaleOnce upon a time there was a girl that had it allFractured Fairytale3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
With eyes like shining beacons and her body mystical
She walked along a sacred path devoted to the light
Her spoken words and actions served a purely humble plight
But hunger came and wrecked her soul, it disemboweled her
A hunger so relentless that the path became a blur
Her body craving power while her soul still struggled back
Alas, it lost the fight and now her heart was turning black
Day by day and night by night the girl was further gone
Malicious hands and viscious tongue, her morals long foregone
She now had fame and power, so why would she want more?
With record deals and perfect hair, fans knocking down her door
But one day she awoke and heard a whisper in her ear
“This isn't you, you aren't like this, come back to me my dear”
She sat upright and clutched her heart, her mind was turning now
This wasn't her, she hated this, she wanted change but how?
She slowly came to realise that fame destroyed her soul
Connor: On the Trail 2Connor lowered the body to the shaving-strewn floor of the warehouse. I sighed, pushing my exasperation down hard. Three weeks of sailing and nothing to show for it at the end. Three weeks of cold winds and dodging the British men of war. Three weeks to get to Quebec only to find that it had all been pointless. Our man had been a decoy. The supplies had long been gone across the Atlantic. Charles Lee had disappeared without a trace, gone to ground – like a mouse that knew that the cat was coming.Connor: On the Trail 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And now the ‘servant’ we’d chased was dead.
“What a waste!” I muttered, wanting nothing more than to jump up and down in fury and rip my hair out. I had never liked dead ends. In the present company, least of all.
I walked to the small dirty window and looked out at the snow that was falling down. Christmas was approaching, the world was freezing. The few people on the street were hurrying by without sparing the empty shut warehouse a second glance. Which wa
Wishes Do Come TrueShe was stooping on the edge of the stone fountain, stretching her arm with her hand inside the water, searching and searching for coins to pick up.Wishes Do Come True3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He thought he had never seen such a beautiful woman… in such a weird task…
The darkness of the night didn't allow him to see anything, but her trying to steal the coins of the fountain.
The man kept staring at the woman who kept picking coins from the water; unable to collect more coins, she abandoned her task and turned around to sit on the edge of the fountain. Then she realized, a man was staring at her standing just a few meters from her, hiding in the darkness like if it was his coat.
-Coins are tiny and valuable –she said as she smiled, looking at the coins –I love to recollect as much as I can.
The man walked a few steps until he stood a few meters in front of her, dropping his coat of shadows.
-Isn't the night beautiful? –the girl asked staring at the man's face, focusing on his dark brownish eyes wh
A Friend's Words To MeA great friend once said to meA Friend's Words To Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
“I think destiny is on your side
Maybe the angels have brought you together.
A divine match, wouldn’t that be beautiful?"
Every day I can’t help but hope she is right
Because everything with you is effortless
What we have is beautiful as it is,
I don’t think that means she was right, but maybe
But the song I feel when I am with you is flawless
I only wish I could hear it as well
Connor: Family and Freedom 2It was an hour later that he came back wearing a black uniform that looked very much like the ones that the five men in front of the compound wore. The sky was just barely beginning to pale to the east, the stars gradually disappearing. The moon still shone with a brilliant light. A soft breeze came in from the ocean. The streets were deserted now. It was the quiet time before life asserted itself once more.Connor: Family and Freedom 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Haytham critically examined Connor’s outfit and made a few minute adjustments.
“That should do,” he approved. “Follow me.”
Together they approached the gated compound walking as if they belonged there on business. Showing fear or nerves would get them nowhere but full of bullets. The five men had the look of hard bitten veterans, thugs really, who obeyed the orders of any man who paid them, and paid well. One of them held up a hand to stop them.
“Hold strangers,” he said, eyes studying the two, full of suspicion. “You tread on private