Not So Stories_Whiskers in the Wind_Oh! The legends you find in my mind._Oil Baron
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Not So Stories
Richard III. The Wicked Witch of the West. The first Mrs. Rochester.They’ve all had their day, the retelling of their stories. No longer unadulterated villains thanks to sympathetic authors, these figures have overcome the prejudices of history to revel in the spotlight of understanding.Now it is my turn to right a terrible wrong. My name is Satya, Bringer of Truth, and I am one of that most noble of creatures, a Bengal tiger. Many years ago my great-great grandfather happened upon an ailing tiger in our jungle. His name was Shere Khan, and thanks to that bastard Kipling and those mealy-mouthe...
Whiskers in the Wind
It had been three days since Ojisan passed.Legs curled, proper and quiet against the shuttered rooftops. Sora couldn’t bring himself to leave. If he sat still enough, the morning breeze, the first waft of spring and blossom, reminded him of Ojisan’s warm breath against his whiskers. He had been there all night, curled carefully within the man’s arms as he swayed against his rocking chair. For the first time since he knew Ojisan, the radio was not tuned to his favourite station, but instead packed and stowed underneath the dining table.Did Ojisan know he was dying? The sun rose again. He had s...
Oh! The legends you find in my mind.
“Ye present clans of the Eyinase! Hear and gather! Your Majesty brings you tidings to bend all round ears!”All four-legs of the clans raced to hear what King Myru had to declare. Rumors that the hated, barbaric Mosirus of the surrounding cardboard mounds and walls plotted against the beauteous bounty that was the birth land of Eyinase had abounded in recent spans, so the Visiwww.onedoor.ccer advised the rotund White King to address their concerns. Especially the burgeoning females awaiting birth. The Land of Eyinase had grown considerably in the long ago time since the walls of “This End Up” and “Fragile” ...
Oil Baron
Dear God, this is an awful place. Anxious and wide awake , the only passenger in the Company limo on his way to Burnsville, fifty miles north of the largest town in the state my Grandfather, Karl, was in turmoil. Why, he asked himself, for the umpteenth time would a major international Company locate its headquarters here.Twenty eight years old, hired for the executive trainee program, he had arrived at Tulsa International Airport an hour ago. Peering out the window the prairie offered nothing, no lights, no other road traffic, just a bleakness, so eerie and inhospitable. he drifted off to s...