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    The Burdens
    The Burdens
    The Burdens
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    The Burdens

    By William Meikle

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    There are towers, there in the dark under the yellow moons. Huge towers, where all your burdens are held, just waiting for you to be ready to face them.

    When you wake up somewhere, after expecting to die, you expect either heaven or hell. I woke up in neither. I woke in a place with winged demons bearing down on me, a Rat King looking for a conversation, and a tower below me that fell into endless stygian depths.

    The only way for me is down. Down into a past that is waiting to remind me of failure, of pain, of death.

    Down to a place where I must face my burdens and control them.

    Before they control me.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWilliam Meikle
    Release dateMay 25, 2015
    ISBN9781310510915
    The Burdens
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    William Meikle

    William Meikle is a Scottish genre writer now living in Newfoundland. His catalog includes over thirty five professional short story sales and twenty novels. His work encompasses a variety of genres, including Creature Features, Occult Detectives, Lovecraftian stories, Vampires, Sword and Sorcery, Scottish Fiction, and Science Fiction. Visit him on the web at www.williammeikle.com.

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      The Burdens - William Meikle

      The Burdens

      By

      William Meikle

      Copyright 2015 William Meikle

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      —Day 1—

      I never expected to wake up with my burdens bearing down on me—but it all happened so fast that I didn't have time to think.

      I came up out of darkness and felt a tug at my clothes, like an insistent cat trying to get my attention. That insistence turned quickly to something more forceful, as if not one, but a score of beasts were pulling at me, intent on ripping me limb from limb. And finally, I got the message. I woke up fully. I had a sword in my hand and something to strike at—black wings, red eyes and claws like iron nails were all that I saw as I hacked and slashed and screamed until the things went away and left me alone.

      As I said, I never expected them. Then again, I never expected to wake up in the first place. I was dead. Flat-lined and gone. The last I'd heard was Annie telling the docs to turn the machines off, and the last I felt was a breath leaving me, like a cool breeze on a shore. I was ready. I closed my eyes.

      I wasn't expecting harps, angels and all that happy shit—I've never been much for the Holy Roller nonsense—be nice or the bad fairy in the sky will punish you wasn't my idea of a moral philosophy. I wasn't expecting to see much of anything. And then I was here—wherever the fuck here is. I woke in a high place, at the topmost point of an ancient tower, a tall spire of black weathered stone that fell away below me in a long dizzy stretch of wall into depths filled with swirling fog. Sometimes the fog shifted enough for me to see the main body of the castle itself, impossibly far below—a sprawling, decayed edifice, seemingly empty of anyone but me; there were no lights, no movement, no sound save the screeching of the Burdens above. Far to my left a mountain range marched across the skyline, tall and snow covered, jagged peaks like spearheads. To my right a sea shimmered like black oil under a pitted yellow moon far too big for the sky.

      And then there are the Burdens; that’s what I've called them, for want of a better name. They're man sized, with wide bat

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