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One Brave Indian
I was on my way to mail a letter to a friend. It was a depressing letter, hand written or more accurately, scribbled, an obligatory reply to an encouraging communication in the other direction. A ‘thanks, but no thanks’ with all the depressing factors most anyone could concoct from a morose perspective on their lives. I had described all the reasons for my dismal failures of late, blamed everyone I could for every deficit I could account to them, and then concluded with a Psalmic reference to urge the reader to pray and not call the suicide hotline on my behalf. But something turned me aside on my path to the post office.
By Larry Berger3 years ago in Fiction
My D.N.A. Genealogy Test Shattered Everything I Thought I Knew About My Life
My DNA Genealogy Test REsults Shattered Everything I Thought I Knew About My Life I sat against the red and brown brick wall outside the police station, knees tucked into my chest. My heavy breaths clouded in front of me as the cold winter air bit at my skin, making my fingers numb, but I didn’t care. The cold air provided me with the only sense of peace that I could find right now. Just yesterday, I was just a normal teenage kid living a normal teenage life with normal parents who loved me. Today, everything I thought I knew about my life was shattered.
By R. M. Staniforth3 years ago in Fiction
Divine Architecture
Randos is the known inhabitable world that Elves and Men reside within. It is surrounded by heaven and was laid out in such a way by the architect Elonwye. Here I will try to decipher his plan and explain the cosmology and geography of the divine plane of Randos. ‘Randos’ comes to us from the ancient language used by the spirits of elves and men, the language of the gods called Kermim or “God Speak”. The word in their tongue means “vastness,” or “plane”. It was designed as a flat plane so that the eye of Elonwye, our sun that we call Cyrius, can always watch whats happening on the surface. It’s believed that Randos is a reconfigured space fashioned out of the previous Nine Worlds that came before it, including the world that was inhabited solely by the races of men called Emblar. That world of the previous bygone age was not a flat plane but a round planet. A spherical world that could traversed by going sideways around it.
By Braison Cyrus3 years ago in Fiction
Autumn in the Mountain Country
In October, I took the opportunity of a long vacation to visit my mother in the mountains. On a crisp morning, we set off from Xi'an by car. We heard that the Xiping Expressway was open to traffic, so we got on the expressway with a feeling of appreciation and feeling. After the toll station entrance of Xianyang Airport is the avenue of Xiping Expressway, a flat and new avenue across the second loess plateau of Xianyang, the green belt on both sides of the road can not stop the red and yellow apples hanging on the branches, the glory of the red persimmons, can not stop the corn, pears and dates and various colors of the attractive fragrance of flowers. When walking through Liquan and Yongshou, the fog was so thick that it was hard to see ahead and to the sides, so the car slowed down and moved slowly in the autumn fragrance. Some people say that the sky is against us, not allowing us to feast our eyes, I say that the sky is afraid that we are intoxicated with the beauty of autumn, the fragrance of autumn flowers, and let us focus on the trip. After Bin County into Changwu, the fog slowly dispersed into a line of white clouds floating in the blue sky, the golden sunshine spread the wilderness, the breeze blowing refreshing.
By Faygath Fyaharh3 years ago in Fiction
After 2 years, I finally read my dad’s suicide note.
I took a deep breath to stop the slight shaking in my hand, whispering my affirmation on the exhale, “I’m ready for this, I’m ready,” before sliding the blue-lined notebook paper out from its envelope. It was finally ready to read my dad’s suicide note.
By R. M. Staniforth3 years ago in Fiction
Terradorian Stratagem
The men of the north will you meet you on the battlefield honestly. Expect no trickery or deception, they have no need for it. Their blades are sharp and their generals have a mind for battle. They see the battlefield stretched out before them in their dreams the night before war begins. This is what you can expect from a Terradorian warrior in battle.
By Braison Cyrus3 years ago in Fiction
The Wonderland Express
Part I The unmistakable trademark roar of a train rang out from somewhere deep underground as the absolute beast of machinery barreled down a set of tracks, the noise easily permeating into each and every connecting car along for the ride. At his usual position inside the very front compartment stood one man who stared ahead through the glass windows despite seeing an absence of anything new or exciting lurking in the surrounding scenery.
By Leon Warczak 4 years ago in Fiction
A Train Ticket to the Fourth Dimension
Her forehead was cold, pressed against something hard. She could hear voices around her, unfamiliar voices. Opening her eyes, she quickly shut them again. There was so much light coming in from all directions. She opened her eyes again, this time a little slower. Her face was pushed up to a glass window, which was fogging up with her breath. Her head began to pound as she sat up. Dizzy, she reached out and put one hand on the pane.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)4 years ago in Fiction
Lógos. First Place in Campfire Ghost Story Challenge.
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. You lit two more and placed them around the front room of the cabin; on the mantle, on a musty dresser. Leah panicked if it got too dark. The candles would allay any night-terrors while conserving your batteries.
By Madoka Mori4 years ago in Fiction
