Decembersville Ch. 44Chapter 44 Torn promisesDecembersville Ch. 44 in Fantasy More Like This
Sophia was surrounded by darkness and she shivered coldly in her small prison, knees to her chest as she cried slowly in anguish. She repeated the name "Zero" over and over, heart burning with such sorrow and frustration and pain. Not only was she distraught with the witness of her best friend's death and the guilt of her last words to him, but knowing that Mellon would do such a grim and horrendous thing to both of them was squeezing her like a constrictor's coils. "Zero, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, Zero, I'm so sorry " she sobbed quietly through fiery tears that fell down her pale face. There was regret and grief recycling through her soul for her dear Zero and a burning hatred for Melloni.
She was all alone in the darkness of the night and the coldness of the snow, trapped in a small, covered cage on the back of a carriage heading to God-knows-where; maybe to a death of her own. Yet all she could do was cry.
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Decembersville Ch. 5Decembersville Ch. 5 in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 5: The City of Freaks and the Ax-Handed Boy
There are one or two troubles with dreams, ladies and gentlemen: dreams are beautiful but could become the downfall of some. Dreams tell the dreamer of fantasies that can corrupt ones imagination what with the absurdities that can swim through them yet at the same time could cure insanity. They told what was real, what was unreal, what was safe, what was dangerous warnings. The possibility of being blinded by the fantasy of a dream is grand but there is a humongous percentage doubting that as well; a win-lose subject, I should say. But, as some times happen, the logic of many could become blindfolded by their denial that what they stumbled across was just totally impossible.
Let us take a haunted dimension as our example.
"This is not real this is not real " Sophia repeated to herself unwillingly as she remained still right at the archway to the city. Body frozen,