The Shadow's CaptiveA Chapter by Michael J. RichardsThe cell was like
all others: cold and dark. He wasn’t afraid, just tired. Captive here was more
wearing than it had been anywhere else. With clacks echoing down the hall, he
stood up, coming to attention at the front of his cell. The Shadow neared, his
misleading pastel-colored clothes shining lightly in the flickers of a candle. “Good day,” The
Shadow said, stopping in front of his cell. “Good day, sir.” With a nod to the
jailer, his door was opened. The Shadow motioned him forward to stand in the
light of the candle. “Wonderful shadow today. It appears that time and the
potion do improve the potency.” “Sir?” “Oh, don’t worry
about the potion: I need you alive. I don’t know why, but your shadows are the
best.” The Shadow leaned forward, grabbing a hold of his shadow. The Shadow yanked on it, and a wave of pain washed over before he fell. © 2010 Michael J. Richards |
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Added on June 13, 2010 Last Updated on June 13, 2010 AuthorMichael J. RichardsAboutI'm 17, and write poetry. Yes, I'm a guy. Yes, I write poetry. Something wrong with that? I don't like sports very much, but I do swim when I can find time. I play violin, guitar, and piano...I'.. more..Writing
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