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The candles flickered fitfully as a sudden sensation of epilepsy proscribed my sight. My unease suffocated me, as though receiving repeated blows, my head writhed with the struggle of each futile thought. An icy sweat broke over my sticky hot skin. I made to disguise my clammy hands behind my back but I could see her eyes mirror my own inaudible fear. Reaching over instinctively she steadied my shaking hands as I lit the last two candles, fumbling with my lighter I set the wicks aflame. Immediately there was a distinct change in atmosphere as the temperature of the room plunged into bitter hostility; the room in fact seemed to be sucked of its very life and humanity. I felt a heavy pressing on my chest as if the air was being imbibed from the room in which we now cowered together.

“Do you feel that?” Ysmay’s hand slackened; we were momentarily frozen. Silently we paused, simply listening; our breathing becoming more erratic.

“We need to hurry, quickly.” I urged quite panicky now. “Grab the deck and the salt!”

I threw them in her direction and began to fan the cards circularly on the ground; the minor arcadia facing downwards and the major upwards. I was inexperienced and unfamiliar to this Haindl deck and almost as if sensing this, the cards began to play up. The suit of pentacles, the element of earth, stability and sustenance illuminated more so with every jolt on this planet. I threw back the ancient blackened rug we were crouched over and disregarded it hastily as though it were a hindrance to our mission. The characters eyes stared fiercely up at us as I spread the cards more evenly, my pace ever quickening. Sharp blasts of fire shot from the images of wands; time to take action, personal power; things were going to get worse.

“Salt!” A deep trembling shook the heavy attic door as she nervously passed over the heavy tin container. I shook it over the lit candles which crackled and turned a brilliant red drawing the light from the rest of the room. A loud crack thundered through the building forcing us almost to our knees.

“On the floor, quick, take my hands and do what I do.”

I sat cross legged on the floor and tried to steady myself with a deep and calming breath; difficult as the constant quaking of the room seemed to omit only panic and adorned pressure. The Hebrew text I began to translate with difficulty. At first quietly but as the floorboards reverberated and the windows plunged open a new surge of sureness mingled with an indistinguishable power rushed through me. We began to chant louder.

From the depths, we banish thee back, back to the hell from which you came. Then again.

The tarot cards twitched in anticipation.

“It’s not working!” Ysmay let out a fearful squeal, panicking as the room’s gravity seemed to shift from this reality to theirs. Objects rose menacingly from the now unearthly ground which we like lead iron were weighted to, be it by fear or a physical power.

“The cards, look at the cards.” I spoke little more than a whimper but just enough; we looked at the display. The cards began to shuffle then rearrange themselves, until seven cards of selection fell upright in front of us one by one. I didn’t like what I saw; I reached slowly for my crossbow and positioned Ysmay behind me.


The Time Inbetween – Chapter 4

The props were being cleared out. Alex would have offered a hand, but the large muscular men didn’t appear to be struggling with the heavy stage equipment. Plus in all honesty, Alex enjoyed watching them work. Instead she made her way through the back and to the centre of the operation where her father stood with a coffee in hand reading over what she assumed were blueprints.

        “I bought you a coffee” she said, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek, her eyes dropping to the fresh cup he was already holding in his hand. She sat it down on the table.

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Shreds of Satin

“It’s just too complicated.”

Amid a pile of folders and loose sheets of paper Claire pops her head up from the floor, just visible above the desk she throws a wad of pages on top of an already well papered surface.

“Uh-huh, Yep,” Anna is absent from the conversation.

Claire knocks over a stack of catalogues.

“Sorry what is?” Anna concerned with her own task of untangling a batch of sample ribbons, glances over towards her desk, which now looks like a filing cabinet has exploded on it. She spots a familiar document on the table. “Oh no, not the white lily order? It was supposed to be in Wednesday, it’s got to have four days notice-”

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Extraordinary Little Cough

I finally re-joined the group after what could only be described as the most awkward walk ever, I settled myself next to Peggy who right now couldn’t keep her eyes of Sidney. She had gone all eyelash-fluttering and appeared to be finding everything Sidney had to say extremely hilarious. Laughter is a must to show a guy you’re into them. Just then Brazell had got up from where he was sitting and came and sat down on my left.

“What about a bit of fire?” Brazell said in his deep husky voice. Swoon.

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A heavy brow upon her face
Her expression like plaster is frozen still,
Vulnerable, she has no place here to hide
She has decided not to.

Murky oils trickle down around her
She is swallowed up by the encroaching darkness,
She shields herself from you
Yet will not be intimidated.

Her jaw will tremble not an inch
As she sits there in her natural form,
She does not shy away
And will not.

She knows who she is.

The Human Condition – Chapter Two

The underground is dark, dank and chaotic. It has a distinctive smell of stone and moss which is hard to ignore; a dirty, earthy smell that makes me miss being above ground. I miss running barefoot and lying down in the sunlight, climbing trees and swimming in the river. This particular room smells of damp, but that’s no surprise, the underground is always damp. But it’s home and we’re safe here.

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The Human Condition – Chapter One

There are two certainties in my life: One that everything in the New Order is perfect and two, that everything isn’t real.

It is the same structured start to the same beautiful day. Just like yesterday was and just like the days to come will be. This I am sure of. This I am confident is the truth. I have witnessed this same day almost like a deja vu, every day since I can remember, it is constant, unfaltering, all of it so reliable and yet somehow, so unfamiliar.

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Here’s a moist black stone
out of place
and company,
a stranded
upturned little pebble

From last night’s sudden rainfall;
it’s shell dew-like,
onyx like your Grandmother’s oval ring
just sitting,
in December’s frost laden garden.

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