The Sculptor's Statue by Almost-Alcibiades, literature
Literature
The Sculptor's Statue
His fingers move up and down, shaping me, dancing upon my flesh. I rest where he's propped me up, staring into his dark eyes squinted in concentration. Soon, I will be done. Soon, the deadline will come. Soon, I will be on display, saving his name in the memories of thousands as an artist, a genius- a sculptor.
The tips of his fingers are chalky and dry, covered in the clay used to make me. I suppose I should feel embarassed, if only a little, to watch him create me and ruin himself, but I love it. I love how he'll work through the nights when the deadline closes in, love how he'll work his long thin fingers until the skin is cracked in
Fighting For Our Freedom Chapter Eight by FireWolfKillerQueen, literature
Literature
Fighting For Our Freedom Chapter Eight
Sona shrugged her shoulders and followed Liath as she heads back downstairs. Liath and Sona slid into the booth beside Melissa. Melissa blinked at them and Solas raised his hand, nodding toward the door to keep Melissa from saying something.
"Dorcha's here. We have to act different and not call each other by our real names." Rose whispered to the others. Everyone nodded their heads, Liath leaned back against the back of the booth and watched Dorcha walk through the door and through the crowd toward where they were all seated.
"Hello sir, are you here to relax or do you need to finish some business?" Rose questioned. Dorcha looked between th