Feast_War Redo_The Great Pyramids of Giza_The Rooftop
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Feast
Flint’s eyes sparkled as he flashed Luthar his best grin and gave him a twirl.‘How do I look?’ He asked, fluttering his eyelashes like some highborn lady.‘Bloody better than I feel.’ Grumbled Luthar, plucking at the high collar of the ridiculous surcoat he’d been given. ‘Who the hell chooses to wear this kind of regalia? I’m done up like a docker’s tart!’‘I’m sure Lady Wedderburn will be impressed; you look very handsome.’ Flint’s laughter spilled over as he looked Luthar up and down once more.‘Come on let’s get this over with.’ Sighed Luthar before having another tug at his neck. He’d no mind...
War Redo
I started waking up, and the first thing I remembered was that my head hurt.At lot. Everything was black except for the dim lights that were overhead. I wouldn't call them lights, in the same sense as fluoresant lights. It was more a glow, like the glow that you would get from a glow stick that one would use in the wilderness at night. They were very high up - 30 feet or more. And there was a slight vibration in the floor. I could tell that I was inside some sort of vehicle. It was massive. I triewww.onedoor.ccd to get up, but as I rose to my feet, my head swam, and immediately dropped to my knees. I was st...
The Great Pyramids of Giza
The Great Pyramids of Giza Egypt is an Arab nation in the northeastern corner of Africa. A small part of Egypt, the Sinai Peninsula, extends into Asia. Most of the country is covered by dry windswept deserts. They receive little rainfall and depend on the Nile River. The story of Egypt dates back more than 5,000 years to about to 3100 B.C. In prehistoric times, they had cities and kingdoms that grew up along the Nile. They developed systems of government, mathematics, and science. They remained under various forms of royal rule until the 1950sThe Egyptians believed that the pharaohs would beco...
The Rooftop
They said it would be simple; harmless. “The easiest five thousand pounds you’ll ever make,” they told me. I admit, I was bedazzled by the way their Brioni suits hugged their sculpted arms. The tall one leaned forward over the counter, close enough that I could feel his breath on my lips. He smelled of smoke and sandalwood. The shorter one spoke softly of all the things they knew about me: where I lived, who my parents were, how empty my bank account was. His voice was as smooth as top-shelf scotch; his intimidation sounded like poetry and somehow, I didn’t feel threatened.“All you have to do ...