Novels by aeronsmogg

Reza is sitting on the ground on his knees, still stunned. His soul is crushed hearing Alicia say "We did as told. The king is dead"The sadness had made his vision colorless. He's seeing things only in black and white or maybe his eyes are taking all in but his mind refuses to process it any better.The clouds dwindling over the sun engulf it. A drop of water lands on his eyelid. Splattered in tiny drops it goes down. Some more drops landing on his head jolts him out of his stun posture.He stands and turns to go back to the palace. Mild drops of water are landing on his face and going down. Some water is from his tears that his ego won't admit.He never cried or cared for anyone except his father. A totally opposite caring nature of Alicia had hit him straight in

Alicia's eyes still closed lurk in the darkness. She hears the soft sound of hooves clattering over mud that gets bitter on hitting stones. Her body keeps getting low jolts as wheels squeak over some small stones. Her mind slips into a memory. In the center of the walls made of yellow stones is a half open brown wooden gate. On the floor, a candelabrum is standing with one candle in the center raised more than one on each side. Under the yellowish light are lying some black pawns carved with stone. A milky white hand adds another black pawn to the collection. Proud milky white cheeks beam up in joy. But seeing the silly move, a smile turns up at the corner of a yellowish face. "Check, Alicia," says James, putting a white horse forward on wood painted in grey and white squares. "I don't understand…I was winn

Reza also sees a guard walking beside her. Guard's head is covered in a helmet and her with a grey shawl. Her navy blue paneled skirt is the same from the time he ordered her to be taken to the dungeon. He doesn't say anything but keeps following them with greater pace, the distance between keeps getting shorter. He doesn't let any sound get out of his footsteps but Alicia gets an irresistible urge to look to the banyan tree in her right. She looks towards the banyan tree and reminisces her memory around the tree. Her shawl falls out from her head to reveal her beautiful dark ash brown hair. Reza smiles and looks at it peacefully. Little does he know, she is reminiscing the same memory he did a while ago. But when he said "If you want to," to her about se

The image of the sharp point of the dagger appears clearly in Reza's eye. The point stops at a thin hair distance from the pupil. Naseer looks into Reza's eyes searching for the truth. Are these the eyes of the man who ordered to burn her alive? Or is it of the man hiding the emotions behind walls that he saw through? The green eyes of Reza are the same as of his father King Thomas. These eyes make Naseer delve into his last memory of the King. Men, women, and children, all people of the village are gathered at the designated place waiting for the king's address. Wise and old men are standing in the back around a large Kauri tree which has a wide stone ring around it. "King would make an alliance with Harlem, Harlem's king is

Reza is roaming in the village as a commoner dressed in a brown vest and grey harem pants. His heart is betting on the fact that Alicia is innocent. But his mind is conflicted over all evidence. Information that the guard went to secret passage first is the seed of doubt that he wants to grow into a tree to prove her innocence. He steps into Alicia's wide and long veranda in front of her hut. The place where Cream-colored brick walls were standing is long gone. The sight of her house burnt to ashes saddens him. "Find'em... I'll burn them alive," words he said in rage in the palace haunt him. He runs his hand over his face and covers his eyes. His mind slips to memory when he had seen her here for the first time.

Alicia is lying on the ground by her back. Her whole body is numb. Her eyes are open wide towards the sky. White thunder goes from one end to another piercing the dark clouds. Her mind is filled with memories from her childhood. A young girl's face is turned towards the thunderous sky. "GO HOME," shouts a man with a dark brown face covered in dark black beards. He's sitting on his cart behind two bullocks. A wooden cave is over him, spreading over three feet behind him. "I don't have any," says the girl with her hands clasped over her chest. Her hands are holding her chin. A thunder strikes and her right milky white cheek shines. Her hands run up to her closed eyes. The saddened man looks into the wooden cave behind him. Few

The cake comes back into her view as the man moves it towards her holding it in his hands. She looks at it with bigger eyes in disbelief.It is no longer bloody and appears as an ordinary heart-shaped pink cake. She takes a long breath. The tingling around her throat stops. "I don't want it," she says in a meek tone and turns towards the exit gate.As soon as her right foot steps out, the cold outside grips it. She feels as if the cold has claws that are sinking into her bisque soft skin. She keeps it in midair and looks towards the bald man.He is counting cash behind a counter till his waist. He turns towards the small glass window in his right and curses the stormy night for low collection. Putting all back into the drawer he closes it with a bang. His eyes fall on the girl still deciding on going out

Emma holding her baby close to her chest walks stumbling towards a street light. Her bright red bodycon till her thighs look dull under an only distant street light. Her feet are freezing with the chill wind that roars at times. Her hands are not having any better time, she's cursing her sleeveless dress.She keeps rubbing her fingers over the thick fluffy cloth over her baby. To keep the baby warm or to keep her fingers from freezing she has no idea.The street light she assumed seems like a life savior for her. As the dirt in the air settles down, she sees the signboard clearly. Hagrid's Cafe is shining in neon light on top of a two storey building.She pushes the door with a red glowing OPEN sign with her leg. The air of the normal temperature feels warmest on her bisque-toned legs. She keeps sprintin

Maria wakes up and looks for the patient whose life she just saved. But she's nowhere in sight. The whole operation room is empty except for the nurse taking out the stretcher. "Where is that girl?"The nurse leaves the stretcher in the middle of the gate and walks to her. "Dr. Maria, you're up?" she extends one hand to support her back as she rises to sit.Maria feels her right hand as light as air. Gulping in a glass of water she asks again, "Did that evil woman took her?""No, that woman had left when she fainted. She went alone," states Nurse."How did she pay her bills?" she digs in further."She couldn't so I asked her to get away before anybody could notice," replies the nurse looking around the room.

The grey gates of the hallway at Belford Hospital opens. A stretcher with a heavily pregnant woman on it is crying in pain. Several paramedics around it are moving the stretcher as fast as they can. "Move to the sides...it's an emergency here," a young paramedic having Bill Smith printed on his blue uniform calls out. An old woman but with colored black hair is cursing in a low voice at the woman on the stretcher. "You should have died...before you brought this shame upon us," she says. The woman on the stretcher is in too much pain to even hear her voice clearly far be the reply. "What kind of woman are you?" whimpers Bill looking at the old woman. "Shut up, you don't know who I am?" she barks.&n