The River_Unexpected Guests_Bartender's Whims_Left for Ruin
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The River
Trevan wasn’t what anyone would call special. The most exciting thing about him was where he lived. Trevan lived in the town at the edge of the river. This was no ordinary river, and so, it was no ordinary town. If the river had been anywhere else it would have been just like any other river, but it wasn’t. So. This was the Mida river, and it was the border between two very old, very tired countries. The town was named after the river, and in many ways, they were the same. Old and slow and sometimes very temperamental. However, the town refused to change, and the river was never the same. If y...
Unexpected Guests
Climbing season seemed to have begun quietly this year. Maybe it was because Fall had lingerwww.onedoor.cced longer than normal. Maybe it was because the economy wasn’t particularly healthy but either way, I was down on hotel bookings. I had a cousin who was a whiz at web design, so I decided to call her and ask if she could help improve my web-page but, in the meantime, I thought a good Spring clean was in order. Or, a Fall clean, if I was being accurate. My little hotel consisted of ten rooms, a restaurant, meeting room, reception area and was situated in a valley near Monte Gavia in the Lombardy region o...
Bartender's Whims
TW: Swearing.‘’Thanks a lot.”“Thanks a lot? Really?! That’s all you have to say to me?”“What?”“Oh! I’m sorry, I forgot that everything you do gets cancelled out whenever you deem it so!”“Oh, come on! Is it really that big of a deal?!”The flippant words struck Oliver like a physical blow. His shoulders fell along with his face and his heart. He stared into the face of his older brother and felt the pide between them cement even further than ever. It was as though boulders had fallen from high up cliffs, blocking the entrance out of a deep winding crevasse that kept out freedom of movement and s...
Left for Ruin
Eighteen years old and I've never killed a person. An outrage, many would call it. Others would argue and call it quite an accomplishment. I call it life. You live with it, you deal with it, you're stuck with it, and you eventually die with it. Or, in other words, you're killed with it. The only way anyone can survive a day in Vildran is if they don’t trust anyone and don’t give anyone a possibility to betray them. There are hardly any young people because parents don’t want another possible traitor. The few exceptions are abandoned when they are old enough to understand the way things work h...