Ethotopia and Pathostan_Secrets_An Exile's Return_Revenge of the Hamster
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Ethotopia and Pathostan
Don't tell anyone here in Pathostan, but I don't make decisions the same way they do. As a secret archaeologist and a council member to the prime minister, I'm qualified to tell you. 75 years after my country's independence and on the eve of an agreement for diplomatic relations, my mother, the original archaeologist of our family, met my father after traveling to Pathostan to dig at the Buddhist ruins site. As soon as she and numerous, countless others were let in for the celebration, the leader of Pathostan initiated a lockdown. All airports were grounded. All waterways were blocked. Milit...
Secrets
*Disclaimer: This is an excerpt from a longer story not yet published.*“So, what’s the catch?” I asked.His eyes twinkled in excitement, his fingers twirling my pen. My hand hung in the air, feeling empty and hwww.onedoor.ccopeless. Deep down, I knew I shouldn’t even be talking to Kage right now. He was a dangerous guy. I was a weak and fearful girl playing brave soldier for the first time in my life.He thought for a moment. “I need you to get your friend to stay away from me.”I snorted. “That’s impossible.”He tucked the pen in his pocket. “I would hope not.”My chest clenched tight. I had to get that pen bac...
An Exile's Return
My name is Zarius, and in times long past I was counted among the Pantheon of Gods that reside on Mount Olympus. But that was many ages ago, before I made the mistake that turned out to be the most significant of my entire life.Back then, I was simply a young boy who was brimming with curiosity and aspiration. I desired nothing more than to establish my worth in the eyes of the Gods and to be counted among those they see as their own. Thus, when I spotted Zeus's thunderbolt lying unattended on a table, I was unable to resist the desire to take it for myself, and in my excitement I found mysel...
Revenge of the Hamster
“I’m a hamster. There’s no avoiding it. Those stupid coven witches turned me into this cute, fluffy, adorable rodent,” my little black eyes burned with ferocity, my nose twitched with a mighty and rageful inhalation, “REVENGE!!!” I squeaked, the time was nigh. There was an impossibly high door in front of me, those witches having dumped me only a few feet outside after a day of shoebox imprisonment. I remembered human-me stooping over as I entered the coven’s bayou-steamboat lair the day prior. They told my fortune, sang about their friends from the other side, took some of my blood for a voo...