The Seed_Of Soup And Spies_Insomnia_The new king
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The Seed
The sound of distant gunfire rang beyond my view just like the days that came before. I searched the cold morning sky for signs that life had somehow miraculously turned into something I could stomach. The breeze hit my ankles as the mechanical whirring, whispered like a roaring tiger. My hair tangled and matted not having seen a comb or brush in what seemed like a lifetime. These things all sound like the beginning of a story, but really, they are the thoughts of a person who has no future or at least not one that is to be believed. Before my birth it was said that the dead spoke to ...
Of Soup And Spies
Autumn was nearly at an end and the path that Mr. John Anderson usually took on his daily walks was lined with bare branched trees that had created a flaming red and yellow blanket of leaves on the ground. Despite the nip in the air, which caused his arthritis to flare up, Mr. Anderson liked this time of the year best. He felt like royalty, surrounded by his adoring subjects, as he shuffled slowly and painfully down the red carpet dressed in a pair of trousers, a blue shirt and an old tweed overcoat. He was a lonely old man but, when he told his stories to the trees, he felt a little less alon...
Insomnia
“So… who are they?” Zelda holds up her phone excitedly, showing me a picture of five girls sitting in a circle. “They’re called Nightmare, my favorite artists these days. Their music is so awesome! You should listen to them, Kilian. I think you would like them, they’re really spooky.” She takes away the picture and opens another app instead, searching for a song to play for me. I told her that I’d let her introduce me to some new music groups… although her fangirling is kind of annoying sometimes, I need new music. “Ooh, this one is perfect! It’s called Insomnia.” She pulls up the music video...
The new king
“Bow down in front of the prince!” the tall soldier shouted. His armor was shining even on that cloudy day. He was walking in front of the royal escowww.onedoor.ccrt, making way as they walked foreword, making sure no peasant dared to step in front of the prince. He knew what was going to happen if someone dared to be ungrateful to the king’s relatives. Even though he couldn’t wait to see some blood staining his metallic gloves, he knew today was an important day. “My lord” the peasants murmured as they bowed down in front of the royal escort while it passed them by. They looked at the ground, not daring to...