Blogging for Accord Hospice: Story 79

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DAY 79

STORY #79

Braeden the Brave

Out of the dusty field of battle, amid the crash of arms and the screams of mortal men, flew a lone figure. Braeden the Brave made a good accounting for himself that day, but his king was dead, as were most of his comrades--the cause of freedom lost. Wearily, he rode away through the blood-stained grass of the meadow.

Riding down a vale, he saw a cluster of the enemy--and their own king. Without hesitating, Braeden once again charged into battle--killing the enemy king and his retune. Single-handedly, the young warrior finally won freedom for his people.

Blogging for Accord Hospice: Story 78

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All stories written in honour of the patients of Accord, and in memory of Mrs. Helen MacDonald, for her untiring work in helping to make Accord possible.

DAY 78

STORY #78

The Waiting Room

Mark sat, staring at the nondescript beige walls. He’d been sitting for an eternity, waiting--for what, he couldn’t remember , but somehow felt it was important, so he lingered, bored beyond endurance. Finally, he sprang up and pounded on the stainless steel door--which oddly, seemed warm to the touch.

A man in a black tux answered. “Yes?” He asked, in a snarky tone. “I am not waiting any more!” Mark shouted. “Go to Hell,” the man grumbled, opening the door wide--Mark stepped through, and suddenly found himself staring into the eyes of a great beast--Satan himself.