Whisper of the stone heart

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was worried; she didn’t know anything about the outside world. We were at the bottom of the sea, surrounded by many traps and protec

o me, his voice shaking with anger. “Did you think we wouldn't know what you were doi

none of you cared. Stop showing those faces like you truly wanted the good for h

the others. “Dina. Don't take it wrongly. You were the only woman with a motherly sense of kinshi

en. Although,” she added, checking her basket full of ingredients she wouldn’t ever use again probably. “

ps we should make room for civilized conversation and discuss the best course of action. She is practically my daughter. I

cube in a majestic demeanour; she was definitely a woman but her clothes were of a man, with a drawing on her forehead in the signs of a star similar to the one I saw in Dahlia while being a baby, years ago.

exclaimed, incredulous. “What are you p

s no time to argue with you but I think things are

sions would disappear; they were all created by the small Dahlia, what she believed in was a reality in this small space, her power manifested and she wasn’t even aware of it or more like we w

nsects in the air were frozen in place as if trapped in a time freeze; we w

mmersing in alcohol more than anything. “I won't taste beer aga

le Dahlia but anything happens for a reason. Our meeting again was meant to be and we sha

head looking at me and I knew how much my premonition was true; the one standing in

zzle. It took me years of searching and here I am… in fro

y companions could be so clueless sometimes. It didn't take you to

ith eyes full of joy and triumph. However, as we all expecte

. “Only the little Dahlia could touch it without th

igh

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o?” I said and again

n eternity of waiting in a cell and my butt killed me. That man believed in some kind of inexistent disease; like we we

ill married to each other but my father cheats on my mother. I have a point on my neck which I got from a vampire and a bite in my butt that I g

y, the weird language I spoke with didn’t interest him that much. The second day was weirder. I suppressed the urge to cry while he checked me. His hands trailed over my body exploring everything. Everything was weird, even the places he checked us in. The third day was the last day of the ex

ort blond hair and pale blue eyes; I even had a crush on him. I even lied about learning languages to speak to him, b

e possessed one and there were other handsome men too. My eyes seemed to relax on him. The other girls had weird stares; keeping away from the hyenas as much as possible. Although we had iron bars separating us, th

that I've never seen before. If I were outside, I would definitely gather my courage and talk to him. I would obviously lie to find a topic to share

outh and shouted. “I know

ath and laughed. However, the one my eyes didn't leave opened his eyes widely. I