openmeadow

If life is but a dream, what does that make our dreams? And if, not by your own will, each day becomes more of a nightmare than the last, what is it that makes us keep on pushing through? When the question of life becomes why, rather than how we struggle on for the next day’s dawning, why doesn’t anyone realize what’s really going on? For too long we’ve played their game, by their rules, and today that ends. All my fears, all my fears, my insecurities, anything that might have been used against me- they all fall away like tears when I contemplate the fact that each tomorrow brings a new day, each twenty-four hours clos

Twisting Tongues and Spoiled Cheese The freshly unpacked head of cheese sat on the counter, taunting anyone who passed it. "Remind me again, why the cheese for First Remove isn't sliced yet?" Lady  Nell's voice rang out over the vats of simmering soup for the Third  Remove. Lord Wilhelm's  reply was lost as one of the other kitchen helpers called for a new bowl for the sliced onions. The door to the kitchen creaked open, the sound lost in the noise and frantic  pacing of the Head Cook. "Lord Wilhelm, you're summoned before the Crown!" Lord Wilhelm looked up, knife halfway through the loaf of break he was slicing for the Head Table's tra

"Why are you bothering to do this?" Druinen asked Saraore between grimaces as the Poison Sage continued to work at cleaning out the jagged, poison-doused wound. Saraore, for his part, barely looked up, the only sign that he had heard was the slight arching of his eyebrows. "Ask no questions, hear no lies," he grunted. That answer, unsurprisingly was not a sufficient one for Druinen who persisted in his search for an answer, "No, really. Why do you bother? I know how much your people dislike those such as me." Saraore paused in his painstaking work, looking the other man in the eye. "It will mean nothing to you, but saving you sends me to h

It was too warm, the blankets of clouds too comfy for the sun to rise. We'd told ourselves he wouldn't be long, he'd be up soon. We've been telling ourselves that for three years. I, for one, am tired of lying. Because I dared to voice this one thought,  this one collection of innocent words, I found myself instantly at odds with everyone whom I had once held in great esteem. Truly, I am a castaway in these swiftly dying lands- so close to home, and yet so utterly far away. They will not hear the truth, even when the world shouts it with every struggle for each new day. We have ravaged the lands that we should have cherished, and now we pay