Final Words_"BONJOUR"_Shadows In A Grove_Emily Crawford
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Final Words
In many ways, the mission to explore the Tomb of Tjay was a standard ordeal. Robert Stanson had been an archaeologist for many decades by the time he was called in to analyze the colorful images that adorned the walls of the main chamber, and he was well familiar with the scents of dank musk and moss that lingered about the dim, torch-lit rooms where he worked. The find was incredible, of course - the remains of the ancient scribe had the potential to reveal boundless information about the lives of the ancient Egyptians and their God-like Pharaohs - but for Dr. Stanson, the tomb was merely pa...
"BONJOUR"
' BONJOUR MONSIEUR'At the distant coast, I destined with wonders in my palm. For the very first moment in my being, seduction of heart overwhelmed me. My eyes stuck in merriment. Then I pressed close just to wonder about the beauty, but long before my eyes had fallen into her heart. With a faint smile in my faulty eyes, 'good morning' I pondered. To keep me at a content, her throat uttered fresh like banana juice, bonjour monsieur, she replied which amazed me more than amused me. I was stuck in the middle of truth and trying to get something to say, but I only waived at her with a ...
Shadows In A Grove
I don't remember much from the outside - we lived in a small grove. I always had food there, as there was plenty of vegetation and animal life. It rained often enough, there was quiet, and I even crafted my own hammock to hang between the greenery. That was pretty much it - I had a wife and some children, and this was our home. Sure, we always knew about the Masticators, but they always seemed sowww.onedoor.cc far away....*****I'll never forget that fear: I was away from home when the Masticators emerged from the caves, from those raucous holes that bellowed from beyond the grove. As these titans walked the...
Emily Crawford
Moonlight peeked through my window spreading over my body as the mystical wind of the clear night sky played through my hair. My eyes caught in the periwinkle color striking across the horizons of the sky where the glimmering stars laid miles apart. My lips curved in a smile, beauty laid across my eyes with perfection and here I was living the very moment through my bedroom window. My heart fluttered, as the day’s memories played themselves in my mind. "Arthur Crawford will be sentenced to life imprisonment without the possibility of parole." I had fought 25 years, waited for this moment, wai...