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Green Roses - a Lord Wander fanfic part 2 It had been hours since Hater and Wander began their long walk in the underground canal. Wander had spent the time talking about his adventures with Sylvia while Hater tried to remember which direction they were going. Although Hater knew of the canals, he had only glanced at the map of the passageways. For all he knew, Hater could have been leading them farther into the maze of canals.
Finally, Hater stopped and threw his arms in the air in frustration. “ARGH! THAT’S IT! I GIVE UP! WE’RE NEVER GOING TO FIND OUR WAY OUT!” Wander watched silently as Hater plopped into a sitting position and leaned against the wall. Hater muttered angrily to himself. “I’m so stupid thinking we’d have a chance of getting out.”
Wander stepped into his field of vision and to his surprise, the nomad reached forward and patted him on the back. “It’ll be alright, Hater. I know the chances seem bleak, but if we
Green Roses - a Lord Wander fanfic part 1 So, today wasn’t a great day. Wander wouldn’t have admitted it. But today had been done right rotten. First, after helping a few people acquire some luggage they had dropped, Sylvia had reached that five month period and had to go to the bathroom. That was fine, Wander didn’t mind waiting. In fact, he had taken that chance to have a look around the town they were in. Wander couldn’t remember the planet’s name, but he was pretty sure it started with a ‘b’……or maybe a ‘v’. His walk around the town had been relaxing, no trouble, no one to help, just some nice casual time to himself.
And that was when he got captured.
Wander had been so relaxed in his walking that he hadn’t even noticed the wanted signs with his and Sylvia’s picture. Suddenly, someone yelled and pointed at Wander and before he knew it the watchdogs were on him. And now there he was being led in chains t
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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