Hey, folks! Happy Halloween!
So trick-or-treating’s not really common in India (I wish it was) and we don’t celebrate Halloween like the Americans or the British, but I find the idea of Halloween fascinating. So here’s a Halloween- themed poem for you guys. Don’t forget to comment which costume you’ll be wearing if the festival is celebrated in your country.
For those of you who’ve followed TTW for this long, I know this was something you’d be looking forward to and were probably disappointed when you checked my blog on Sunday. I am honestly, sincerely sorry for not posting that day. But well, finally I’m here, and you can stop bothering that pretty head of yours predicting what’ll happen next. As always, here’s a link for the previous parts if you haven’t caught up to them. Without further ado, let’s get right into it.
Today, I’m not expressing myself through either poetry or prose. This is just a raw post, of me talking to- not my brain this time- but to you. With no literary coverings. If that’s not what you’d like to read, you can just skip this post- I won’t hold it against you. I promise.
Click here to read the previous parts.
Jozsef was a loyal servant. The decision to follow Princess Jo and see what she was up to wasn’t an easy one. She was, after all, the daughter of his mistress. But Jozsef had pledged loyalty to the queen, not to her daughter.
Presently, he stood behind one of the pillars, quietly watching as the princess in the Thysia’s outfit carried a bundle of some clothes inside his room. Jozsef was a smart man. He knew she was going to help him escape. The real question was- should he tell Queen Auttaminen or catch both of them red-handed, present them to her and be a hero? The second option seemed to call out to him. And the smartest of men yield to temptation once in a while.
Most people had opted out when they’d learned about the catch. I was the first one in fifty years to enter. The fault wasn’t mine. The box. The door. The crumbling brick. They’d begged me to enter.
