Failed relations_The Messengers' Rags_Windows to Everywhere_Dead Man's Princess
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Failed relations
Failed Relationschristianhinrichsen4@gmail.comOff the Coast of ZoredoThe trireme of Saze Abdul lays afloat at the port city of Brazer. Saze and his crew begin to unload their exotic spices and supplies necessary for their next series of travels. A group of men and women in red ABA robes approach by a man in a dark red ABA robe. The guards are armed with large scimitars and pole-arms. “Captain Selim Abdul. I have a warrant for your arrest on smuggling and conspiring against Pasha Fakir.” directs the manwww.onedoor.cc in dark red robes.“Arrest by the Pasha, what in Hades are you talking about. I am a legitim...
The Messengers' Rags
Author's note: This story is inspired by the fascinating folklore from the more obscure parts of South America, with the "llamas" being jarjachas from Peru, the very obscure "Ajchum" being from the Southern Cone and the messengers being from Tierra del Fuego.It felt so odd to see the North Queen’s moat frozen solid. The envoys’ heavy coats hardly moved because of the icicles. The leader, Tanu, tensed at the thought they were frozen to the backs of their steeds. The drawbridge was already down, complete with bull-horned guards. Both guards gave heavy stares, but only one said, “Who sent these ...
Windows to Everywhere
Good morning, Captain Wyant. It is currently 9:00 a.m. Atlantic Standard Time. Time for you to wake up! Nine bells had rung before she said that, nine loud bells, so Athena’s normally synthetically-soothing voice felt more like satire than anything else that morning. “Good morning, Athena.” I said this groaning, trying not to blame her punctuality on my raging headache. Though she had seen me drinking the night before and perhaps discounting the bells that morning would’ve been an innovative and thoughtful gesture on her part. But that didn’t matter, not really. Her sense of creativity was de...
Dead Man's Princess
I was your princess, not in your typical sense of the word. I wasn't royalty, not by a long shot. I wasn't from some big, hot-shot family of nobility. Hell! I didn't even really know my family of mob bosses, criminals, lovers, fighters, and Native Americans. But I knew that somewhere, to somebody, I was a princess. I’d learned that from watching The Little Princess with Miss Sara Crew. My world was about to change, for better or worse, I had yet to discover. I was about to trade my life for another one and journey where the road may lead.I'd been looking for an escape for months, plot...