Summer Bitters Chapter 7August 18th 2011Summer Bitters Chapter 7 by Ember-Lee
I can’t remember the last time I went to a funeral. Mum says that I attended a few when I was a kid, but you’d think you’d remember the tears. Or those hollow, lifeless eyes of the family members and loved ones of the deceased. I had never seen Mrs White look so lost before. Earlier, everyone was crowding around her, offering sympathy and support, but she’d rather latch onto the photo of Olivia she was carrying around in her hand.
Fidgeting with my tie, I looked around the packed church, surprised at how many people had attended. From the looks of it, the crowd spilled out onto the pavement with their grievance cards and floral reefs. How many actually knew Olivia though? Did these people really know that she would be cringing at the sight of her face plastered everywhere and that she’d be blushing with gratitude and self-consciousness at the touching speeches? Judging by how they casually dabbed at their eyes or nodded solemnly at
Summer Bitters Chapter 6August 13th 2011Summer Bitters Chapter 6 by Ember-Lee
I don’t really remember much after Stella’s encounter. One minute I’m holding her tiny, shaking frame, the next we’re sitting on my front porch, blinking in the early light as Mum drops her suitcase and comes running up to us. Apparently we looked a sight. Stella still had deceased squirrel decorated Chucks, and I wasn’t parting with the gnome. We were tousled haired, pale and I do remember the taste of stale vomit around my lips. There were a few phone calls, a lot of cups of tea and enough questions to fill the silence we were giving. It wasn’t until we were both tucked away in my bed, covers up to our chins despite the heat, did Stell finally let out a deep, shaky breath.
“Oh my God…Charlie…” she whispered, turning her head to look at me. Staring at the ceiling, I reached across the mattress for her hand, feeling unable to speak myself. “What was that? Is…is that really what you and th
Summer Bitters Chapter 5August 8th 2011Summer Bitters Chapter 5 by Ember-Lee
As the hottest days of summer began to blend together, I found myself staring or walking around the White Crypt more than I should have. Since the girls had challenged our pride and our mental state, the boys and I had been admittedly disgruntled, and fuelled to prove that the ghost existed. It still haunted my dreams, and I found myself waking in the wee hours of the morning, waiting for it to appear. I knew my parents were beginning to worry about my lack of sleep, and Tommy was still shooting me knowing looks, but they seemed to accept that I found it too hot to sleep. For now anyway.
My only comfort in this nightmare was that Wen and Scott were also suffering. Trooping into band practice, I was greeted with blank stares and sunken eyes.
“I hate you.” Scott muttered as soon as I sat down.
“Mornin’ to you too.” I grumbled in response, running a hand through my hair, trying not to take in some satisfaction upon seeing he wasn’
Percussa ResurgoWhen struck down, I rise again.Wandering-Muse
Thunders through rushing blood,
Pounding out its war-cry until the end,
Stifled by a crimson flood.
When struck down, I rise. . .
The tired echo slowly fades.
A beating heart strives to survive,
Hindered by a nearing grave.
When struck down, I. . .
Whispering breaths grow shallow,
As those of it silently cry,
Their steady pulses beating in woe.
When struck down. . .
There is naught but ruin.
Valiant blood lies face down
Bringing a life to the end. . .