Sentenced

It was his time. They unlocked his cell door and roughly hauled him up from where he was sitting on the stone ground with no care whatsoever. They hadn’t told him when this day would come—or even if it would—but they didn’t need to. Ever since his capture, he knew his fate. He had to admit, though, that he had been holding out hope. Just a small hope, a faint longing for a miracle, as they sometimes had in tales. He was aware that this wish for salvation was ultimately never going to come true, but he also knew he would still hold onto it until the very end.

Words, Wards

Word ward words.

Word. 

Ward words.

Ward wards,

Ward word wards.

Wards—words ward wards.

Words warded—words ward wards’ words.

Directionality

I don’t love hate, do I?

I do hate love, don’t I?

- Lily