Still the Same Girl (Revised)The Abyss was singing her to Its bedside tonight, unfolding black sheets into soft and smoky wisps. Let go, It hummed. You gave so much already. Come rest, Nami. There’s no sense in fighting it any longer.
A few steps away from Bell-mère's grave, Nami’s body stood in the moon’s pale and unflattering glow. Her mind, however, wandered elsewhere, opening fragile memories she swore she’d never touch again.
She drew in a sharp, cold breath and hung her head low. Nami was as worn as an old sail flapping limply on the high seas. Those fierce winds, once filling her with joy, now seeped through holes that had been torn through her spirit. Many had knifed Nami, but none so much as her sister. Nojiko’s last words weaved in and out of her head: “You're still the same girl.”
Nojiko. She couldn't have been more wrong than a rock with an eye patch. That so-called “girl" had perished with her mother, Bell-mère.
The Ballad of Kennesaw Mountain"What should I tell them, Mr. Bierce?" Carrie calls. "Señor Villa will ask about you!"The Ballad of Kennesaw Mountain2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I walk away from the camp. The desert is cool at night, quiet and inviting. It's full of snakes and cacti and poisonous lizards, but that seems a fair trade for cool sand under bare feet and the stars. "Mine eyes have seen Brown's body—oh, curse it. Why can't I remember how that song goes?" I never have been able to remember the lyrics, not since I bumped my head all those years ago.
"Mr. Bierce! Ambrose! It's not safe!"
My secretary has never dared to call me by my first name, an occurrence curious enough that I almost turn back. But I'm walking, and it doesn't seem right to stop. "Make up a story, Carrie. Tell them something interesting. Bet you anything it'll be better than mine."
The Battle of Kennesaw Mountain occurred on July 27th of 1865. Ambrose Bierce fought for the Union, but he suffered a head wound. He spent three days in bed, slipping in and out of consciousne