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Last of the Mastiff Riders, Part 2
Ferun's gaze pierced through the dimly lit streets, searching for any watchful eyes before nodding toward an abandoned house. Its worn facade hardly stuck out from the rest of the town. "It's abandoned," Ferun remarked, his voice barely audible above the rustling wind and occasional escaping sound of the tavern. "It should work."
By Michael Bivens2 years ago in Chapters
Never Say Never
This is the tale of an inspirational man with an amazing legacy, a man that was unbelievably determined and never let any obstacle get in his way. He was one with utmost dedication and resilience. He strived for excellence, come what may. He was struck with numerous major setbacks, but didn’t let them daunt him. He was truly one of a kind. And he was my great-grandfather Visheshwar Prasad Rastogi.
By Aashini Rastogi2 years ago in Chapters
Emily
Emily was a much-wanted child, born 9 months and 4 days after our wedding day. Starting out as a problem child, she poked her fingers through the sack and sent me into an early labor that would unfortunately be less than successful. She was now to be born through a pitocin fueled delivery on Thursday, January 12, 1984. Well, that didn’t work so onto a C-section on Friday, January 13, 1984. Note the date please.
By Barbara Gode Wiles2 years ago in Chapters
Desperately Seeking Pseudangelos, Chapter Three
What other way could it have gone though? Joe had intimated as much to Flashshadow on the drive over. As long as this was still his land, not Yon’s, the latter wouldn’t be the only one who commanded multitudes. That first afternoon with Sonica, several of Joe’s had looked in. Now he needs must summon another.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Chapters
A Dream, Right?
**Chapter One ~ A dream, right?** Finally, Sunday was here! I quickly kicked the huge covers of my bed off me and got up expecting to see my old, dirty rubbish dump-like bedroom. What I saw instead, flabbergasted me! My room was huge! With a king sized bed and a huge closet next to a glamorous study table next to a… recording studio? “Eh” I said, and shrugged it off. “I’m probably dreaming”. I walked towards my seemingly huge closet and pulled out the first thing that came into my hand. When I looked at it, I nearly fainted! It was a long pink gown with sequins all over it. “Eugh! Where in the world did this come from?” I muttered, exasperated that I couldn’t find my regular oversized tee and denim shorts. “Muuuum!!” I shouted. I waited… And Waited… and waited. Finally, the door to my room opened “Mum have you seen my t— Aaah! Who are you? What are you doing in my house?” The person standing at my door was definitely not my mum! She was dressed in a black frilly dress and wore a white apron on top. “My name is Elodie, ma’am— uh sorry, your highness, very pleased to make your acquaintance. I am your personal chambermaid and am here to help you with anything you need. Do you require my assistance, Your highness?”
By Aashini Rastogi2 years ago in Chapters
Title: "The Unbreakable Spirit: Chronicles of the World's Unluckiest Man"
In a world where fate weaved its intricate tapestry, there lived a man named Desmond O'Connell, renowned as the world's unluckiest individual. His life was a symphony of misfortunes that defied reason, yet within the heart of his extraordinary journey, a story of resilience, humor, and unexpected camaraderie emerged.
By Sharon Nwaneri2 years ago in Chapters
SECRET ABOUT BEES
Year after year, there are reports highlighting potential doomsday scenarios for honeybees. A recent report from 2023 revealed that nearly half of all honeybee colonies in the United States had died the previous year. This is a significant concern as honeybees play a vital role in food production in the country. Consequently, they have become the face of a larger movement to save the bees. However, it is important to note that honeybees do not require saving. While efforts to protect them are commendable, our hyper-focus on this species neglects the thousands of other bee species that are at risk of extinction.
By Austine Ochieng 2 years ago in Chapters
How Qatar Became the World's Most OP Country
Currently, there are 62 countries around the world with populations of less than 3 million people. Due to their small size, these countries are generally limited in their power and influence to their immediate surroundings. Even within their own neighborhood, countries such as Armenia, Moldova, or The Gambia are usually minor players. However, Qatar is a fascinating exception to this rule. Despite being a small, dusty, and largely empty peninsula no larger than the state of Delaware, Qatar commands global prestige, power, and influence on the same scale as countries that are dozens of times larger than it.
By Austine Ochieng 2 years ago in Chapters
French Kiss. Top Story - August 2023.
The flight attendant dimmed the cabin lights hours ago. Only three reading lights glowed, casting an eerie pall on the few passengers under them who, like me, couldn’t sleep. The man behind me was awake and staring out the window as I stood and pirouetted toward the lavatory. He turned in his seat and looked up at me, the spitting image of William Shatner in the Twilight Zone episode “Nightmare at 20,000 Feet,” which I had watched two days earlier. He had the same pensive way of lifting the inner corners of his eyebrows, His hair was razor cut around the ears and nape, combed away from his face. Almost everyone else on the airplane was dressed in jeans, but he wore a charcoal suit with his tie still knotted. I hoped he wasn’t seeing little gremlins scurrying on the wings, trying to disable the plane. He smiled at me, and murmured, “Something is on the wing.” Damn, I thought. I knew it! I knew this would go badly. I must have looked like I had not understood him, because he repeated what he said: “Bonne nuit, Mademoiselle.” Relieved, I whispered, “Good night to you, too, Monsieur.” Thank God there were no hairy gremlins far above the Atlantic Ocean, only the twinkling lights that made us visible in the velvet night as we sliced through it toward Paris. My jitters were a product of my active imagination --- and what I had done.
By Lacy Loar-Gruenler2 years ago in Chapters
