http://slow.writerscafe.org/AarsalM The original writings of author AarsalM en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776065948 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Chapter 6Time continued to flow along like an endless stream, impossible to stop. Monthsflew by, and before I knew it, the anniversary of my arrival to the prison wasupon me. The fights had been, for the most part, uneventful and indifferent tothe ones before. In my free time I continued.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AarsalM/1180776/ Chapter 5Weeks passed by in what felt like mere seconds, every day was almost exactlythe same. I would talk to Glen more and more, soon talking about other thingsbesides the inmates in the prison. Glen became more of a friend then a partnerand it wasn’t long before I found myself l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AarsalM/1017469/ Chapter 4Almost as if I had gone back in time, I was once again being led down a narrowand dark hallway. The only differences were that I didn’t have a blind fold on,and I wasn’t gagged. The handcuffs, however, were still in place. I tried looking through the barred windows o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AarsalM/1003988/ Chapter 3I was inside a small, almost empty room. There were a few torches lit among thewalls and a closed, red door on the other side of the room. The only object inthe actual room itself was a small cabinet by the wall. The cabinet was closed andhad a dark red stain.I picked myself o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AarsalM/1000911/ Chapter 2 Blind folded, gagged and hand cuffed, I was led down what Ithought was a hallway. Two other people were present, dragging me along. Ourfootsteps echoed loudly and faint cries could be heard in the distance, criesof suffering, torment, and torture. I tried to shut the cri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AarsalM/994910/ MEMORY 1 - PART 1Chapter 1Countless Years Earlier“Oi son, where do ya think ye’re goin? Stop messin’ around and help me harvest this hay.” My father yelled at me as I was playing on the farm, “Ye should know by now that if ye want to eat and drink clean water, then ya g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AarsalM/989788/ PrologueEverything was barren and empty. There wasn't a sign of life for miles across, dirt and sand littered the entire ground. The sun was high in the sky, yet it did nothing to bring life to the land. Far in the distance, a hooded man could just barely be seen.The man was a lone figure in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AarsalM/987838/ Three lives, three heroes, and three adventures. All connected for one hell of a journey. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AarsalM/987835/