“He bears my burdens so much better than me.” ~M
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The ultimate fantasy…
“We tend to lose ourselves within the pages of our own stories, but to become lost in another person’s words; seems the ultimate fantasy for many writers.” ~M
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Finding what was lost…
“You must lose something in order to find something.” ~M
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Betrayed – Part 6
The continuing story… Part 5 can be found here.
Scarlett awoke the next morning, feeling light-headed and nauseous. After attempting to sit up, a searing pain pierced her right temple and then something warm began to trickle down the side of her face. After feeling around, she noticed a fairly sizeable gash just above her right eyebrow. The sight of blood always left her unsteady and this time was no exception. Succumbing to the overwhelming dizziness, she laid back down on the cool mossy floor; trying to remember where she was and how she had gotten there. As she looked around, everything seemed blurry and the sounds of the forest echoed unnaturally. A passing cloud made room for an unexpected ray of light and Scarlett caught a glimpse of something shiny. She reached up with bloodied hands and found an oval shaped locket resting against her chest. The gold hinged covering was now partially broken off and inside she could see the image of a very handsome young man. She began to wonder who he was, when suddenly another sharp pain shot through her head. Once the throbbing began to subside, she looked at the locket once more. She couldn’t take her eyes off the man in the photograph. There was something eerily familiar about him and yet she couldn’t seem to remember him at all.
To be continued…
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Betrayed – Part 3
The continuing story… Part 2 can be found, here.
After exploring the tide pools in hopes of finding something edible, Scarlett noticed a large object floating in an inlet not too far from where she was. She walked cautiously at first, unable to determine what the strange looking object could be. Yet as she got closer, she realized exactly what it was. It turned out to be her very own wooden trunk, the one she had stowed away aboard the ship, with all of the things she had brought with her from London. She assumed Darius must have thrown it over the deck, right after throwing her in; and thankfully so. She hadn’t been able to determine what it was at first since the entire chest was covered in a bunch of rapidly decaying seaweed. After getting over the initial thrill of seeing her possessions lying right in front of her. She soon realized that prying open the enormous chest would be no easy task. The lock on the front was made of finely crafted silver and bore the emblem of her family crest. The key was obviously long gone now, as Scarlett had always carried it with her in a little satchel which she kept tied to her wrist. And after looking down at her hand, she realized it must have fallen off in her frantic pursuit to save herself from drowning. She knew she had to find a way to open the chest, as it was really was her only hope of survival. Yet without the key, she felt her one beacon of hope was quickly fading.
To be continued… Part 4 can be found here.
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Putting My Feet in the Dirt 