The crowd parts. Conversations hush and hang broken. Curious yet fearful eyes follow as Cy leads me through the atrium. Is this what it’s like whenever the Baroness enters a room? The ability to draw such attention, their terror sending the air cold, the wordless respect given… I could get used to this. It won’tContinue reading “Rokkoh and the Final Year, Chapter 9”
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Rokkoh and the Final Year, Chapter 7, Part 2
This is part 2 for the seventh chapter of the current Rokkoh novella. If you have not yet read part 1, please click HERE to catch up! FUCK THINK WHAT AM I GOING TO DO THE CLOSET MAYBE SHIT GOTTA HIDE HIM GOTTA PUT HIM SOMEWHERE NO ONE WILL SEE FUCK FUCK FUCK A chillContinue reading “Rokkoh and the Final Year, Chapter 7, Part 2”
Rokkoh and the Final Year, Chapter 7, Part 1
As with chapter 5, this chapter will also be broken up into two parts due to length. Enjoy! Late afternoons of stargazing on the beach transition into brief walks in the snow and fireside book reading in the library. The typical seasonal shift, only now Kym and I sit closer. Sometimes she leans into myContinue reading “Rokkoh and the Final Year, Chapter 7, Part 1”
Rokkoh and the Final Year, Chapter 6
The night’s air bites harder now, its teeth sharper to cut to the bone. A starry sky watches from above, and below bricks hold me. Propped against the stone wall of a building, my tired eyes open to Kym’s worried face. She crouches before me, her dark eyebrows scrunched up. “Hey, you.” She lets aContinue reading “Rokkoh and the Final Year, Chapter 6”
Rokkoh and the Final Year, Chapter 5, Part 1
Quick note about this chapter: it ended up being really long, so I have divided it into two parts. Although there is not a clean break, I have done my best to find the easiest place to separate parts one and two. Thank you very much for your understanding! Uncomfortable, heavy silence fills the carriageContinue reading “Rokkoh and the Final Year, Chapter 5, Part 1”
Rokkoh and the Final Year, Chapter 4
A carriage waits outside the Tower. Two young adults, a boy and girl whose names always escape me, stand at its backend. Two dozen pairs of eyes drink in their uncertainty and fear as the two of them adjust the bags on their backs. Most of us older kids have taken this spot at theContinue reading “Rokkoh and the Final Year, Chapter 4”
Rokkoh and the Final Year, Chapter 2
Three months down, nine to go. I can do this. No fights, no petty thievery, no curfew violations. Easy enough so far. Then again, my fellow wards have shaped up and stopped harassing the younger kids. Maybe they truly did learn their lessons. Or they’re just making sure I don’t see anything. That would beContinue reading “Rokkoh and the Final Year, Chapter 2”
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