The river above the clouds_Untamed_The Dust Devil_The train to somewhere
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The river above the clouds
Far away, in a land untouched by the steady march of time, a solitary mountain stood proud, uncaring of the world around it. Painted with numerous forests of pine trees around its base and a mighty life-breathing river that flowed down to its roots from its summit high above the clouds, it was a place many creatures called home, and these inhabitants took pride in upholding the peace. In one of these many forests, near the river, a grove lay hid from the rest of the mountain, and in this grove of flowers and voices that sung under the warm sunlight, a lonely rock remained.One day, after millen...
Untamed
Her gamertag was UntamedDaisy but everyone called her Untamed. She wore a Daisy pendant necklace because she believed its qualities,innocence, purity and newness, fit her perfectly. She wasn’t the best video gamer but she was one of a kind. “Asturd”, “ThatGuy3”, “ChocolateAsh”, and “PoppinCherreees”, were all her best friends, and yes she knew their real names but she rarely used them. Gamertags had their own type of anonymity and class. Her love seat was a dark navy blue seated directly in between a roundtable, stacked high with pizza boxes, and a small nightstand cluttered withwww.onedoor.cc books and so...
The Dust Devil
“Your majesty, must you know that the greatest trick the Devil pulled was convincing the world there was only one of him.”The creature with the grey cape said as he looked at the furious king with his most scornful of smiles, and the blood flowing out of his lips would do nothing to impede his grin from reaching his pointy ears, nor would the axe taunting his life and kissing his hairy neck.It was but this sentence that stirred a revolution within the confines of a once dormant community under an illusion of peace, a clique of puppets made of flesh and bones, beings who could see but not obse...
The train to somewhere
It was raining. Again. She looked at her pale skin in the mirror. The way her hair just hung limp. She put on some makeup and tried to add some color to her cheeks to make her not look so pale and boring. She smiled at herself in the mirror. She read that in 30 seconds a fake smile turns into a real smile. It worked. But fuck, does she have to smile at herself in the mirror to make herself smile? She couldn't take it anymore. The gray, mundane day-to-day bullshit. Wake up, stand under the hot water till it ran cold, get dressed, go to work, make coffee, come home, veg on the sofa and she'd...