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Zach MartzIsaac JeonA.T. Westb Stories 04-07

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  • The Ethos of Starkes Herz
  • Albert Capone
  • The Journeys West
  • Remnants Of A Hometown
  • The Ethoswww.onedoor.cc of Starkes Herz

    “Where I come from, people do not go where there are not human footprints.” The newcomer talked softly, but with sternness and authority, slowly taking a sip from his stein of lager as he spoke.The barkeep was listening, but was not very impressed. “A young man has so much to learn. The whole world is greater than the sum of its inpidual parts.”“Indeed.” Gunter cherished the richness of his drink; it was a taste he had never experienced before. “But in my village, it has always been said, that those who seek out the unknown, do not convert it to the known. They die trying. Whatever else is out...7cgone door

    Albert Capone

    Albert Capone, the son of the famous Al Capone, had always wondered how he was left penniless especially because his father had been a successful businessman. Everyone that knew his father also knew about him which ended up causing Albert to be looked at differently than all the other kids. He was always alone, but according to his father if you ever felt lonely the one place you would eventually find a friend is at the playground. Day after day he would go to the playground in look of a friend; as he lay on the roundabout spinning it using his feet, he felt comforted knowing his father had s...7cgone door

    The Journeys West

    Once in my travels, I came across a great walled city, a place of shelter and safety in an otherwise harsh desert. I entered through what I came to know as the West Gate and walked the stone-laid streets. I had spent weeks crossing the sands, surviving well enough on the supplies I carried with me, but both my horse and I welcomed the refuge.Away from the wind and under shade from the sun, I saw the people of the city presented in all manner of appearance and speech; no one characteristic seemed to unify them. Some wore little more than their skin, while others wrapped themselves complete in c...7cgone door

    Remnants Of A Hometown

    My hometown, my hometown... Years ago, this place was a haven, a treasured, gatekeeping community of happiness and hope.I come here now and this place is gone, the community I once knew, gone, the people gone. Only despair to be seen and destruction, I now go to find out what has happened to this once great town, I now go to find out what has caused this destruction of the once beautiful landscape and the once happy people.As I make my way across the grey foggy streets over-encumbered in dust and insects I look to see the dilapidated buildings and some rotten corpses laying on the ground outsi...7cgone door

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