Awe-Inspiring Perseverance_I love Tigers_Dear Almighty God_THE ORACLE’S PARLOR, Or The Time When a B
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Awe-Inspiring Perseverance
From the back of a dusty tavern booth in a forgotten corner of the city, Jesper bided his time.His biding came easiest when telling the stories of others. While most preferred the fables and legends of heroes from faraway lands, he found himself enraptured by the ordinary. He believed every person was themself a book, and with quick glances between bitter sips from an old pewter mug, he attempted to read their chapters.He started with the pair sitting in an adjacent booth. While together they told a story of friends reunited after a long journey, hidden meaning could be read between their page...
I love Tigers
Computers, old and new, grab your attention when you walk in. Behind them, 32 rows of knowledge fill the brown and grey concrete/brick building. The boring texture of the walls exuberate the uniqueness of each book. The best ones usually had their plastic coating ripped. They were used and withered. I drug my fingers across the covers waiting for my movement to catch a noticeable imprint. There are always so many. I never know what to choose. I read the descriptions of at least 30 books. I guessed the ending for all of them and assumed I was right. Never judge a book by its cover. But I can j...
Dear Almighty God
Dear Almighty God, (day one),It was just another golden day, basking in the fruits of my grand labor. Alas, I recently checked my balance at an ATM machine, and every single cent was drained frwww.onedoor.ccom my checking account. How can you call yourself omnipresent when you allowed hackers, or some kind of robbers, to get away with my money? Money may just be fiat currency to you, but it is everything to me—my entire fortune—and you don't even seem to care. Oh, is this some lesson to teach to me or something that an amateur preacher would declare to the pitiful masses? I am staring silently at the fulgur...
THE ORACLE’S PARLOR, Or The Time When a Bunch of Characters From Other Stories Met By Accident
Oisyphrix the Outlasting - not to be confused with Oisyphrus the Decaying, or Isyphrix the Temptress - sat in her parlor in a hidden location accessible only through three carefully hidden entries - a magical doorway, a magical tapestry, and a stairway from the cellar of The Blinking Corpse Tavern down the street from the old Money Changer’s Guild in the city of Ithrasca. That last thing is the way that most people find her. But not this time. Across from Oisyphrix stood a small, mysterious figure in plain brown robes. Sethoralas was an elf of indeterminate age. You know what they say about el...