It has been some time since I gave Intraworld any attention. Below is a rough beginning to a new chapter.
The knight soon fell asleep, his broken arm limply hanging over his chest. The head slowly nodded forward until the chin rested on the collar bone. Amelia sat beside him, listening to his lumbering breaths. Glancing at the broken clock, she wondered how long she had watched this man, his motionless journey through the night.
Putting a hand to the cold metal shelf he sat against, Amelia felt its rough sharp edges, Zach’s unfinished handiwork. Rising from the hard floor, she finds herself staring down at her guest, unable to move. She manages a look over her shoulder at the cheap cots on the other side of the room. Slowly, like pulling herself away from a warm fire on a winter’s eve, she makes the first unsure step toward bed. The second step comes slowly, but falls a little more naturally than the first. Finally, she is walking, walking away from the stranger and to her own repose.
She only makes one mistake: sitting down at the edge of the cot, Amelia’s eyes, just ever so slightly in the corner of her vision, catch sight of the helpless man sitting alone on the floor. Moaning, she pulls the thin cot from its shelf, and stomping, drags it over to the sleeping man.
Intraworld
Part 1: A New World
Part 2: The Library
Part 3: Fairy Tales
Part 4: Floods of Darkness, Springs of Light
Part 5: Underground
Part 6: Maybes
Tale Told 