RavenWolf_A Tale From Long Ago, and New Machinations_Problematic_Racial Union
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RavenWolf
"The winds of winter guard my home, swirling and surrounding me in a shield of nature itself. No beasts hunt in the rifts of the mountains, save for the Jötnar. Thuwww.onedoor.ccs, with the tales of giants, no man dare venture here. My home between stone is the only haven on the edge of Midgard; defended by the chaos of nature and the fear of myth. No man could find me here." The Norseman sighed. "I did not prepare for guests, young Valkyrie."The Norseman sat at the back of the cave illuminated by the curling flames of a campfire. His face was shadowed by long strands of grey hair, yet his eyes pierced thro...
A Tale From Long Ago, and New Machinations
My name is Gull. I have been locked away in a maximum security prison for the last 23 years. I have spent this time staring at the same four gray walls, the black and white tv serving as my only connection to the outside world. The one who put me here is an alien that looks like an Earthling, a fellow who is ten years younger than me. He bested me when he was a teenager, has enjoyed more adventures after our battle, and has spent the last 14 years building his own network to spread his heroic vision of world peace across the Earth. Every night since my defeat I dream about our encounter, an...
Problematic
My legs dangled over the edge of the cliff as I watched the sun setting over the valley. The sand beneath my fingers was red and shiny. I picked up a handful and crunched it in my fist. It bit into my palms sharply, but didn’t draw blood. The grains felt like tiny glass shards and rocks that didn’t want to conform to the shape of my hand. I let the sand fall back to the ground. Down below in the crevices of the valley, between the blue and green of the tree leaves and the orange of the grass, were glowing lights speckling the shadows. As the sun set more and more they began to take over the j...
Racial Union
Kandahar is relatively big province in Afghanistan. Afghanistan is a nation everybody that is alive in this world knows. Yeah, I said if you are alive for if not for the pandemic, most of us don’t really know what is going on in our families let alone our neighborhood, nation and the world.I recall my days in service when they used to organize those Mr. and Mrs. camp like they call the competition. It is modelled after the miss world pageant where the organizers ask questions as braw and brain test to determine who is something outside muscle and all face.It happened that one of the contestan...