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The Barkeep's Tavern records

Located off Shepherd's hill is a small tavern. old in bricks and drinks, the tavern hosts a unique crowd. The tavern master, the resident barkeep often is privy to interesting stories. He stands, slowly wiping each glass as he listens to stories of a sheer enigma. The tavern master, erected the tavern for the same intention, for it to act as a stopping point for everyone, from anywhere and from any time! The Barkeep, a man out of time, dressed oddly enough but was never seen beyond the flicker of the evening candle shadow. He was for all intents and purposes, hidden, cloaked from the world. Too many horrors had he seen, with each wipe of the glass he recalls a story, each and every story that he was told.

_Batu_ · Fantasy
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10 Chs

Husband Of Yesterday

"Deja vu, a word used many a time by people across, a word that gives meaning to moments that have been lived by oneself but this isn't all true. Scientists believe that our feeling of Deja vu is nothing more than a split-second delay in transferring information from one side of the brain to the other, well that's what the paper said", she told herself as she walked out the door.

She stood amongst the crowd looking at the sky with her curious eyes taking in many moments of the birds, the trees, the wind and the very life that surrounded her. She felt that she had belonged after a long time, she felt that she was a part of something larger than herself. She began to traverse through the crowd taking in the different voices, smells and looks, her curious eyes missed nothing, they saw through everything and took in everything.

She stopped amongst a moving crowd when her eyes caught something or rather someone, her eyes locked on him as a predator looks at its prey studying his every moment. She began with his eyes, light blue down to his lips and his perfectly defined cheekbones or at least to her. Her eyes then moved down to the flex of his arms. Memories flashed through her head from their first meeting to their first night together.

She began to cry, tears rolling down her eyes reminding her of painful memories and moments that she now bore with the single thing that she cared about taken away from her. her mind began to run like an album, on its own will showing everything she kept hidden in her mind.

"How could he....., when..he is dead", the constant looking filled her eyes with pain but was soon relieved of it, when she blinked away only to find that the person, she was looking at was not him. He began to walk towards her or so she thought but when he passed her, she smelt a familiar fragrance that he possessed did she notice the smile that he offered her?