Death's Door The manor was quiet like it always is when the Wayne’s aren’t home. They were out tonight celebrating a birthday. I like the silence sometimes. It allows me to think and get work done in peace; beautiful peace and quiet. I dust the mantel piece and my silence is interrupted. I hear footsteps, accompanied by a soft cry. A grim knock came to the door. Something was wrong. Something was so wrong. I slowly walked to the door, my stomach dropping out of me. I kept my face calm, jaw locked. Let’s not jump to conclusions Alfred, I told myself. My hand touched the metal handle of the door to open it. Two detectives showing their shields came into my gaze as did a small boy known as Bruce Wayne. He was crying with a loud glass shattering shriek. His chest was heaving as his lungs were trying to get air and this mixed with his cry. His neat blue suit was soiled with his tears and drying blood. He was gripping the leg of the female detectives. His eyes were puffy an
Doors I climb through the erect wooden beams, bending and twisting my torso to avoid them. The beams were crisscrossing in a non-sequential fashion in a like cylinder tower. Up and up my legs climb until, up was down and down was up. With no sign or notice gravity change direction and so did I. I flipped over to be straight up again. My hands were getting raw from all the climbing, red and splintered from the dried wood. My boots landed with a thud, my knees bending allowing my lower leg to fold under my body. My eyes wondered looking at the doors. I was forever trapped in a maze of doors and hidden panels. I lived spiraling mess of what appeared to look all same. Mostly a dull white color like that of wet salt was what covered the walls. The doors themselves depended on what was behind them, baring only small changes only my eyes could catch. The wood was plain mahogany slightly sanded over. My maze was a simple one, the doors went to place in ancient time and time yet to come. Where? T
I ran home as quickly as I could. A smile on my face, my checks feel numb from how long I had been smiling. I burst through the front door and looked for my mother.
“MOM, MOM.” I shouted.
“Yes dear we are in here.” she spoke softly.
I went into my parent’s room. “Mom look,” I said showing her my hand, “Lucas proposed to me.” My mother looked at my father clearly upset. “What’s wrong?”
“Dear, Please sit down.”
“Mother what is it?”
“You can’t marry Lucas,” my daddy interrupted. My heart sank as I sat in a chair.
“Why, I love him? I love him.” I was trying not to scream.
“It has nothing to with love…It..It.” my father choked out
“It what?” I grit my teeth.
“We are at the brink of war with a military super power,” my mother explained.
“What does that have to do with?”
“We have to kee
Royal Christmas The lights flashes from cameras taking picture. I lead them through the castle, a whole lot of reporters, citizens, and members of parliament all here to see Christmas with the Royal family. I adjusted my dark purple tie that I wore for my wife continuing with my tour. The castle itself was light with icicles and snowflakes cascading downward. We had over 100 trees inside. The tree in the living room was the largest and also the closet to our hearts. It had an ornament that represented each of our children, they were hand made by a famous French designer with specific design instructions from Rose and I on what they should look like. The Christmas ball that was just made for our newborn was hung prominently at eye leave. It was a light pink with a yellow pattern running a crossed it. Our eldest child, Lucas was up at the top close to the star, right next to Violet's . Our star was sliver light up with green and purple. The rest of the tree was covered in Christmas balls that the kids