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Mother
‘Are you there, god? It’s me…’ she said in a hushed tone. There were a few people near in the middle of the temple but luckily nobody paid her any mind. The closest person was kneeling before the altar, hopefully wrapped up in his prayer.The temple was well lit, the stone under her knees softened by a praying pillow— she couldn’t escape the feeling that all of it was too comfortable, too clean. Things like praying pillows made people too brave—they needed the cold, the pain, the discomfort to humble them, to make them remember their place. Comfortable people always asked for too much, they alw...
Missing ingredient
"What are you doing?" Water asked, splashing onto the land where Prometheus was. She was bored of watching gods and titans carve up the world, and hoped that the gentlest titan she knew would have something for her.The titan spared her barely a glance, utterly engrossed in his work. His dark eyes had that look again, the one that meant he had retreated thoroughly into that bewitchingly busy head of us. Water drooped a little, settling herself down on her elbows to watch. His long, bronzed fingers were carefully putting dirt together. And apparently, this wasn't his first attempt, since a small...
Flying Straight and True
“I’ve got a plan.”As usual, Derrick doesn’t seem to hear me. Ironic, since I’m the one without eyes or ears.“See that rope? The one suspending that heavy-looking box in the air?” I’d point if I could, but… no hands, either. “Shoot me through it! The box will fall, and—”Uh-oh. He’s nocking me. And he’s decidedly not aiming me at the rope.“Shoot the rope, Derrick! The rope! It’s straight ahead! We could do a lot more damage if you just—”He fires me.For those few moments I’m sailing through the air, becoming one with the wind, I forget my frustration with Derrick. I forget Derrick. I forgetwww.onedoor.cc mysel...
Tang of Traskia
Once upon a time, for this is a fairy tale, and that is how all fairy tales begin, there was a king who ruled over the city of Traskia. But this story is not about the king, but rather about a young man called Tang, who was as far from being a king as anyone could imagine.The sun was setting as Tang set up his camp for the night. He set his pack down beside the knarred oak. The tree had an inviting hollow at the base which was just right for his small body to curl into. He would sleep comfortably tonight, something that he often couldn’t take for granted. But first he needed to something warm ...