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The Five I Wills of Satan
"For you have said in your heart: 'I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God; I will also sit on the mount of the congregation on the farthest sides of the north; I will ascend above the heights of the clouds, and I will be like the Most High.' " ~Isaiah 14:13–14
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
Farahilde's Fantasy
Farahilde Ada von Masoch was the youngest of all the fairer, and more elegant young ladies of Limburg, Austria. Born of a scandalous affair between her mother, and a nobleman. She was born out of wedlock, and therefore unable to claim heir ship to anything he possessed, but to her fortunate fate her grandmother was the Baroness of the city. As it were Farahilde was sort of the orphaned Cinderella who by goodwill only barely skid by on being a pauper rather than somewhat proper. Nevertheless it was this lack of pure right to anything that made Farahilde linger more in the shadows than most girls her age. It wasn't that Farahilde was so young she could not be dated, but more so because of her dislike for some of the words others associated with both her, and her family; a subject of rumors that were the lifeblood of these sorts of people. She was stunning truthfully with ruby red lips, and ringlets of silken chestnut brown. They fell like a cascading waterfall over her shoulders, and framed a heart shaped face. She even possessed the pouting lips of a siren, and somehow all she wanted was to find the proper male to kiss them. Like something out of a fairytale as her prince charming descended the next fine twisting staircase.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
Rampion
"I can't go again, Gertrud, no matter what you think the babe wants." He avoided looking into the eyes of his wife, who was stretched out on their bed, her mound of a belly pulling the fabric of her dress tight.
By Kari McLeese4 years ago in Fiction
How one night in Africa’s New York City changed everything
I was so not ready for something I had always wanted. Leaving behind the amenity of a secure job along the countries Red Sea. Now, with very little to my name I was due to set off alone. "It's just you and me again," I say with melancholy to my reflection in the mirror. Only to crack a smile when realizing how ridiculous that looked.
By Amelia Michels4 years ago in Fiction
Two Travelers' Journals
Two Travelers’ Journals Record of Traveler Elliott, Liminalis Pathfinder | I’ve fallen in with a band of young valley folk, from what I can gather dispersed en masse from the settlement that is their home. I’d place them mostly in their early twenties, and at the limit of my discernment they go to some place or are in search of some collective achievement, then home again. Their words have come surprisingly easy to me. The transit’s drain on my animus and its substrate wire is, it seems, immediately evident.
By Pete Marquardt4 years ago in Fiction
What if
What if If i walk up to you today and i said “hello I’m god !” “what would you say ?” She/he is weird? “Who are you really ?” or “what do you want? “
By Janay 4 years ago in Fiction
Squid Game
It's the TV sensation of the season. At least, that's how Netflix has positioned Squid Game, the dystopian thriller from screenwriter and director Hwang Dong-hyuk that has become the most-watched Netflix original series of all time. The streaming giant only shares your data voluntarily and, in any case, has the power to put any series it wants on the landing pages of its millions of subscribers; If a normal television network had that kind of power, we would have had many more seasons of Cop Rock. But, not surprisingly, the first episode of The Squid Game is about blind trust (although this kind of trust does no one any good). Are you rewarding our confidence with a series worth watching?
By Sherlyn Harris4 years ago in Fiction
A New Tale
Like spokes jutting out of a wheel of life and starting to turn haphazardly, a newer yet older type of "path-work," set into life. Not from any union of people but from a few motivations that were spiritually lower.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle4 years ago in Fiction
The Hanging of Elmer Ford
“You couldn’t know Elmer’s nature,” Sam allowed. “Elmer was never a standup neighbor. Yet it’s going to pain me to have to hang him.”
By Charles Turner4 years ago in Fiction
Tender Ache
When she thinks back to her childhood it’s of vivid moments, fragmented memories, and spending time waiting for things to be over.
By Christine Hollermann4 years ago in Fiction
The Rushing River
Sharing a little nature to refresh and invigorate … such powerful energy and atmosphere created in this special place. It’s one of our favourites in the region and we come back often and take in its gifts in all the seasons 😎
By Jeffrey Kippel4 years ago in Fiction
Diary of a Scarlet Macaw
Day 1 Humans are still destroying our rainforest. It is them that have caused most of the devastation of our population. That's what I have been told, and well, I kinda already knew about this. You see I do have eyes and my short white feathers that surround them illuminate the pale yellow color of my beautiful eyes. I am formidably strong and intelligent. My only wish was for the humans to leave us alone. One day I shall have to protect the younger ones too if we are not all hunted for our plumage, meat or worse still kidnapped and kept by humans as exotic pets.
By SOPOETIC4 years ago in Fiction