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Baptism of Acid
Alien insects were chewing on Sir Danielle Longbow beneath her armour. Her feet were tired of running from hunters with long spears. A godly herald floated above her as she ran.Blood fell as drizzle from the hellish sky. Danielle’s green Crann Kingdom tabard was turning from green to blackish brown. Her sword slapped her side in its scabbard. Her shield took the scratches of vicious thorns on every branch she ran through.“You’ve outrun the sealgair. Time for your next fight.” The herald conjured a portal in front of the knight. She ground to a halt and shook her head.“Not a chance. I need to h...
Hope
Hope”Her phone blinked suddenly, and again she saw the "Notice" message to clear her outstanding dues. She breathed heavily with a sigh. Again this alert! Plus, times were really hard. She was down to her last 1000 rupees and all the job interviews were simply going flat. What will happen? "How will me and my family survive the entire month with so little money?" Dad! Yes Dear! How much money do you have? Roughly around 700. Around 200 rupees in the bank, and I withdrew 500 for household expenses. She breathed heavily again. There was a time when 500 rupees were spent in her family ‘just li...
One foot in front of the other
Balancing across the cracked ground. A thin line to walk. Feet burning hot, soles pressing firmly onto the cracked baked surface. Anotwww.onedoor.ccher one hundred yards, roughly to go. Sounds of your breathing only. Pain racks you from head to toe but you walk on. You must. Your mind cannot wander as one false step and the precious drops of water you have been carrying will trickle away. Sucked into the dehydrated ground and again thirst will come for you.The thin stretch of ground you balance on acts as a bridge across the dried-up ravine, which has become your lifeline. Discovering it was chance and a mi...
The Adventures of Discernment
“We were flying just past the island of Upolu with efforts to land in Pago Pago when our turbine engine suddenly burst into flames. We had one chute—there were three of us. We glanced at each other. As the pilot, they all knew what I’d do. I threw the chute at T, put two fingers to my heart—our code—and jumped out the copter at 15,000 feet. I knew how to summersault in the air and maneuver in a way that would allow me to slow the velocity. I landed just past midway between Upolu and Tutuila, far from land. Having jumped out before we could argue about chutes, I realize...