Thursday, 29 October 2009


The sun gleamed from the freshly polished medals and guns as the troops marched, triumphantly, along the high street. The people on the pavements clapped and cheered with little enthusiasm. They knew the war was lost.They knew the future ahead of them. The Fight and all the Heroes had been in vain.

The Era of the High Chancellor had begun............................................................................

Monday, 12 October 2009


He could feel the draught from the open window blowing cold over his wet face. He stayed still, too scared to move. Petrified. He dare not breath, every movement scanned and processed. The buzzing of the machinery still could be heard. Not safe yet. The door from the bed room was open, the corridor dark and inviting. If he was on his own he might have thought about running, but not with the woman, that would be madness.
He could always leave her behind. He could easily say that she had been captured. They would believe him

He fought back the urge to bolt, to run as fast as he could and just get out of the building. But he knew the only way to beat them was to stay still.

He should have listened, he shouldnt have come back. not so soon. It could have waited.

He tried to make eye contact with the woman, but her neck was rigid and her eyes were screwed shut. her brown curly hair tied tight at the back of her head, her pale ivory face, drained, with one solitary tear pooling in her left eye. She had the fear. She believed the stories, she believed the detention camp was real and knew the horrors that would become them. She feared the beatings and the torture, the mutilation and the vicious trials. The removal from existance.

He, on the other hand, could lose nothing more.