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Run: The Legend of Badjan Kholi - Chapter 2 by TheWritingDragon, literature
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Run: The Legend of Badjan Kholi - Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Fueling Rage
Told from the viewpoint of Badjan Kholi
Six years previous…
It was one rainy summer day when I was 14 years old that stands out in my memory as a turning point of my life. I was growing healthy again, keeping a record of nearly three months without so much as a cough, which was incredible for my sickly past. Chan Theim, a short, quick swordsman from Inud, was stationed about six feet away from me in the palace’s open inner courtyard. The sun was shining directly in my eyes, and the air was thick and humid. Everything smelled of sapphire flowers, my mother’s favorite, since it had just rained an
charlotte. by TheWritingDragon, literature
Literature
charlotte.
Charlotte’s real beautiful
This time of year
Not just the city
But the girl
The rain washes
Muted colors from
The windowpane
In that tangible form
Of autumn
We all know so well
She cuts her hair shoulder length
And dyes it a fiery hue
Sitting at her street corner
Bench
Seeing the wind blow
Well Charlotte’s a girl
Who’s grown a bitter smile
She’s seen enough of the world to know
That the greener grass, the better
And storm clouds in the weather
Keep her dangling like a little puppet show
Charlotte’s got a breezy day
She sits and wonders how to say
That you’re better off in Charlotte all alone
Carolina
maybe nothing is fixed. by TheWritingDragon, literature
Literature
maybe nothing is fixed.
“I’m not sure whether things
Are falling apart
Or just coming together
At last.”
I.
The supposed cogs that symbolize the
Slow function of my brain
Spin in rhythm as I attempt to decipher
What it is
I
Just
Said.
This means, of course,
That at some point in the
Not-so-distant past,
Things had to be well put together
Or shattered to a point that appeared beyond repair.
Either scenario would
Illicit an implication of breaking,
Because for things to feel like
They’re coming undone now,
There must have been a sharp point
When they did so rapidly.
And for things to feel like they’re
Returning to a place of peace,
Run: The Legend of Badjan Kholi - Chapter 1 by TheWritingDragon, literature
Literature
Run: The Legend of Badjan Kholi - Chapter 1
Run: The Legend of Badjan Kholi
Part 1
Fathers of Kings
Chapter 1
Fueling Rage
Told from the viewpoint of Badjan Kholi
I walked brusquely through the market square, passing many people that quickly recognized me and greeted me formally, bowing low to the ground and even graciously thanking me for my recent deeds. I ignored them all, for I was furious. My dear brother the sultan didn’t seem to be as grateful for my deeds as of late, so much so that he had called me personally to his throne room for a meeting, an honor I hadn’t been graced with for weeks.
A wind whipped through my dark hair, channeled through the valleyR
Run: The Legend of Badjan Kholi - Prologue by TheWritingDragon, literature
Literature
Run: The Legend of Badjan Kholi - Prologue
Run: The Legend of Badjan Kholi
Prologue
These words are penned in this slab of stone, for rock is a steady, trustworthy thing.
The day my heart tore in two, I was alone. I couldn’t understand how one that had been so close to me, so very close, could possibly do such a thing to me. But then, that was months before my heart broke, months before I died inside. For now my friend wanted, no, needed, my help again. What was I to do? Why was I worth trusting?
I often looked back and contemplated the actions that led me up to that moment when I had to make a decision. Such actions were never easy to take, and I realized now, years la
