Koshka

@freedomwriter76

Poor Ezra!

@freedomwriter76

Mikkel

This is your fault. Go after him.

But I didn’t mean…

“Stay here, I’ll be back.”

His feet were already moving.

Two strides. Three. He was running.

“1st Lieutenant Ezra sir!”

The soldier stopped. Perhaps titles are useful.

Mikkel stumbled to a stop, not exactly the most graceful of its kind.

“Yes?”

“Sir, three…[Read more]

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Mikkel

The song had been beautiful. It had been a refuge.

“Sorry…to all of you…for being such a jerk. I just…we have no idea where we are and I’m just…being reminded of my best friend Yoshua that…that died in a plane crash I caused.”

Mikkel’s head jerked up, a thousand shattered pictures flashing by.

Os…[Read more]

@freedomwriter76

Yeah…that probably wouldn’t work. XD

Mikkel

It was a beautiful song, the type where each of the words could be felt.

Deep.

Where life still mattered.

Mikkel joined in, swinging one hand in meter.

So long. So very long ago.

He felt like a school boy.

Another voice, sweeter in tone. Mikkel looked up. The others had…[Read more]

@keilah-h

I don’t think that’s a problem, just as long as you write with them. I’m fine with someone else joining, as long as @freedomwriter76 is.

What time period is he?

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Bummer. Violin is one of Annia’s (and my) favorite instruments.

Mikkel

Mikkel smiled. A real, heartfelt smile, the first since, when?

Just as long as they didn’t wake someone up.

“I don’t know. It’s been a long time. Why don’t you start a chorus and I’ll join in once I figure the words.”

@freedomwriter76

Yeah…I should definitely work on it. This is my most detailed one:

Hearts of Gold

Divided in a kingdom of shattered truth, paths are twisting into roads no one could be meant to take. How can anyone stop the consequences of choices they had no choice but to make?

Did I mention that I also struggle with making things too short?…[Read more]

@freedomwriter76

Ooo, sounds good!

My book cover premises are so vague one can hardly tell the setting. =| I should probably work on that.

Have you ever read And God was There (by a US chaplain who I can’t remember his name)? Something about your premise just reminded me of it.

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Mikkel

It always haunts us.

“I know.”

He pulled out his watch, but put it back without knowing the time.

Maybe talking didn’t help.

Maybe nothing helped.

But perhaps, just perhaps, there was something.

“Would you like to sing?”

@freedomwriter76

Okay, I’m guessing…Vietnam?

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Mikkel

“And most of those things I’m not proud of.”

Another broken soldier wanting to help Mikkel’s wounds.

What was Annia doing right now? Probably praying.

“Haven’t we all?” Mikkel smiled, but it was made of tears, not mirth. “We broke this world, and we can’t fix it.”

They walked in silence for a moment.

“Does talki…[Read more]

@freedomwriter76

Mikkel

“Are you okay?”

Mikkel blinked, the screaming shell and silent world had vanished. His knees tried to buckle, pain searing nerves…

But he was still here. In this unknown castle.

“Forgive me. I do not attend. What did you say, chap?”

“Let’s follow the them. Are you sure you’re alright?” Riker’s brow f…[Read more]

@freedomwriter76

Oh no. He pulled that phrase out? I’d SAY he’s got some attitude! XD

Mikkel

The air between them had to be shooting sparks at this point. Mikkel stepped back. No need to get singed.

“Ezra.” The lady had her hands on her hips.

What was this about?

If we’re open with you…

Guilt clouded Mikkel’s eyes…but not even the c…[Read more]

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Mikkel

“What…what about you?” Riker stumbled on the words, his eyes diverted.

“Well, I’m not married. Would be strange for an eighteen year-old soldier don’t you think?” He laughed, and jammed his helmet back in place.

“I have a little sister though. She’s still at home, thank God. Then there’s Otto, my Guardian, and his wife…[Read more]

@freedomwriter76

Algermain = the Germanish language in the kingdom of Eintrachtam.

Mikkel

Mikkel shrugged. “As long as you don’t have flu or typhus, I see no reason why I would mind.” He offered a smile.

Their steps echoed faintly down the hall, calling back of empty chambers. Windows gazed into open, star-filled night, untainted by smoke and…[Read more]

@freedomwriter76

Uh oh. I’m not sure I want to meet Hans. =O

Mikkel

Sleep. Dreams.

Riker’s smile never reached his eyes.

No wonder.

Mikkel turned around, probing the grand hall. “Does anyone know who owns this place?”

Exchanged glances, no answers.

Long tapestried walls

“Fiddles.”

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Mikkel

Prison camp…Oswald…

No!

“Ah, yes.” Mikkel accepted Ruler’s handshake. “Private Mikkel Winston, King’s Mariner 2nd division, Sir.”

Stop saying that.

“Many apologies, Lieutenant, sir.”

Fiddles.

@freedomwriter76

Wowsers. That’s more songs than I can find for all my characters.

Maybe I should actually look about more. =}

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Mikkel

The gun lay still for a moment before anyone moved.

“Ah! You chaps know each other?” The safety clicked on Mikkel’s rifle. “Are you part of the Uppity Servicemen too? I feel more a stranger each moment.” Mikkel bowed, ignoring Ezra’s death glare.