CONDANNATO
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EXT. WHARF – EVENING 1.
VITTORIO (54), a fine dressed Sicilian man donning a suit, is leaning against the railing, staring at an old photo in his hands. He slides the image into the inside pocket of his jacket.
LUCIANO (23) walks down a tattered pathway, his suit ruffled and his hair matted against his forehead. His eyes are hidden behind a pair of glasses and one of his hands is in his pocket. He turns his head, briefly acknowledging the two men standing off to the side. LUCIANO walks up to VITTORIO.
LUCIANO
You wanted to see me?
The older male does not respond. There is a silence where VITTORIO is seemingly frozen. [READ MORE]
'SANCTUARY'
The subtle scent of blossoms stained the air,
a soft breeze sweetly sang a gentle hymn.
Behind the scarlet band, she stopped to stare;
Her chances of leaving were all but slim.
A painted safe, beautiful like her face,
stood silently in an infinite wait.
Standing in a barred but hidden, safe space,
she seeks to find an adventure so great.
Bound to the building and banned from leaving,
she silently strolls the bleak corridors.
Through sun and rain, she’s sadly believing;
but her story has no knights nor saviours.
Fading like the spirals and shades of green,
it was like the princess was never seen.
MORANA
It was cold. The water engulfing the figure sent a shiver down my spine. They were underwater, gleaming eyes wide open, staring back at me. My own vision was hazy, foggy in the water as I tried to study them.
It was silent. There was no pressure weighing down on my lungs and their chest rose up and down as though they were still breathing. I felt weightless, as the bright blue encased me in its body. Pale limbs hovered in the water as inky hair hovered around the figure’s face. Her lips were purple, her skin almost turning blue.
Closing their eyes, she sank further into the water. Tendrils circled around their legs, crawling up to their waist before pulling them under. I stretched out my arms, grasping at the water, suddenly feeling like I was swimming through tar. My body pulsated with pain as I stretched forward, extending a hand to grab her hand.
A bright light shone on my eyes, pulling me from the lake and suddenly I was waking in my room, the morning light peeking through the gap between my curtains. I sat up in my bed, my hand clutching the front of my shirt. It was as though my body was filled with water. With my gaze flickering over to the small boxed shaped alarm, I came to the realisation it was the afternoon. [READ MORE]
'BENEATH THE GARDEN'
Blades of grass bend and wave by the warm breeze.
Green gleams a shade, stark next to the brown log.
Concealed are the secrets so no one sees,
they are as clear as the autumn’s grey fog.
What fey creatures tremble beneath the roots?
Flora, as clear as an emerald’s glow,
weave a sanctuary for elven loots.
No sorcerous treasure under to show.
Below the earthen ground, they dance and play.
Songs of laughter and joy echo gently.
The patter of feet can be heard all day.
Yet, no other can be granted entry.
Forever the sentry of jewels and gold,
they are a part of tales humans are told.