Bonded by rapids_Warlord and the Enemy_Hashi and the river godess_Opalescent Dreams
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Bonded by rapids
"Ready guys?" Ray yelled to the small group. Everyone nodded. They had anxiously waited for this, but the tallest kid in the group, Katherine, was nervous. The rapids were wild today. It was a hot summer day in Wimberly, Texas, and the group of teens were ready for some fun. Warren and Josie were pumped. "I am so ready!" Josie squealed. Warren slapped his inner tube excitedly. Ray's deep dark brown hair shone in the sun as he stepped onto the bank and lead his fellow teen friends to the water. Katherine paced. She had been excited for the trip with her friends, but she wished her dad, who had ...
Warlord and the Enemy
This is a record of a forgotten history, in a forgotten world. Written by an invisible writer, a forgotten writer. Warlord Steins sat lazily on his chair situated at the balcony of his castle. Beside him stood one of his trusted generals—one of the few—bearing a grim and morose countenance.“I assume,” said Steins, swinging his wineglass in a circular motion, “That they lost?”“They did,” curtly answered the general.“As expected,” muttered Steins, taking a sip from his glass of wine. “I had planned their defeat from the very beginning. General Marctosh was a valiant hero, but he was naïve, and t...
Hashi and the river godess
“Be quiet, let Korbo not hear you,” said grandma Munshika to her grandchildren as she lit the Night Lamp.It was nearly midniwww.onedoor.ccght. The children in her thatched hut were difficult to contain.“At 80, I have to handle two children! Oh Korbo, what did I do to deserve this?,” Grandma Munshika could be often heard when things got tough around the house. She didn’t really mean it of course.The village of Nangria located on the banks of river Korbo is supposedly the oldest in eastern India. Around 50 houses dot the village; there could have been more but the search for work and a "better life" led many ...
Opalescent Dreams
Cold, white floors stretch on forever in a room filled with colder steel tables. Everywhere I look, it’s the same monochrome scene filling me with unfounded dread. What is this place? Every so often my eyes land on a pillar of shimmering smoke. The muscles in my eyes strain to focus, but no matter how I try, what tricks I employ, the objects refuse to focus. Just as well, even in their blurry form, they chill me more than the deepest snow. Night after night I want to learn their secrets, but come morning, I push them away screaming.Warm light filters through my window, begging my body to life...