Posts Tagged psychology

The Wolf’s Head (Part V)


Continuation of “The Wolf’s Head (Part IV)” There was something familiar about the landscape before me.  Whether it was because I had seen something similar in my previous life or perhaps the colours just naturally fitted together so well, I couldn’t tell.  For whatever reason, there was something that stirred my mind into a knowing […]

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The Wolf’s Head (Part IV)


Continuation of “The Wolf’s Head (Part III)” I had finished my mead and was just about to pull myself to my feet and make my way back to the comfort of my room when the bar woman returned.  This time, instead of wordlessly moving through my corner of the bar, she paused and gave me […]

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The Wolf’s Head (Part III)


(Continuation of  The wolf’s Head (Part II) ) The stairs were uneven; smoothed wood that bowed in the middle like limp washing lines.   My legs were nervous.  They had struggled enough with the flat of the landing and I could now feel my knee trembling as I forced my feet down onto each step.  I […]

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The Wolf’s Head (Part II)


(Continuation of The Wolf’s Head (Part I) ) The air hung lifeless in the room, pressing in close to everything it touched like a nervous dog around its master’s ankles. My head ached and I could feel a pulsing behind my eyes that caused my whole vision to twitch in and out of focus.  However, […]

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The Wolf’s Head (Part I)


I could feel the welts burn into my back as I pulled on the white shirt that had been folded neatly by my bed.  My head was pounding, like an old fashioned steam train roaring through a tunnel, and there was not a single muscle in my body of which I was not fully aware.  […]

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Fragmentation


The hand-held recorder slotted into the table socket with a delicate click followed by a perky electronic beep. Francis, with his eyes half closed to obscure the real world, felt his memories of his wife floating around the room.  She drifted in front of him, picking up phantom objects while ghosting through real ones.   Occasionally […]

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The Meeting


The two men sat across from one another, a heavy but exquisitely carved stone table between them.  Neither man had said a word as they walked into the room, resting in the wooden thrones at the head of each end of the table, and neither seemed to wish to break the looming silence that continued […]

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Shackles


The shackles cut into his tanned skin, drawing a small amount of blood from his trembling wrists.  Every step he took down the dim passageway caused the unforgiving iron to cut a little deeper and a fresh dagger of pain to stab up his arms.  It was not cruelty, though, which had forced the guard […]

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