Mortality Makes Us_Mischief's Ship_Fleur-de-lis and a Rose_Disney-Pittsburgh
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Mortality Makes Us
“You know the cost, you sign this, young prince, you give up your mortality and your throne. They’ll believe you dead, but you will never die. You will live amongst your people, a commoner, a beggar.” “Anything for my kingdom. My sister can take the throne, she is just as capable as I, but I cannot bear to see my people die.” “Very well.” I remember the day I said those words and signed those papers as if it were yesterday, but it’s been nearly three hundred years now. At the time I was so sure of myself, so sure there would be no flaw in this devil’s deal. I couldn’t bear to watch m...
Mischief'www.onedoor.ccs Ship
The ships roll smoothly through the waves in the distance, unaware of my little island. I would prefer to live on the mainland, and whether they know it or not, they’re my ride. I dip my hand into the water, and it understands, forcing the ships to turn towards me. The men aboard may struggle at first, trying to get their vessels to return to their original course, but I know they will not be able to do so. The sea prefers me.As the ships approach, I notice they don’t belong to any nation. These are pirate ships, though it doesn’t matter much to me, they’ll do the job all the same. They arr...
Fleur-de-lis and a Rose
I quietly stepped into the Paladin’s private chapel carrying the flowers he’d requested. Inside the florist’s box were eight white lilies and a single pale rose. He’d stowed his shining plate mail armor and helm on the stout display stand in the corner, and he’d placed his great truncheon of a holy mace upon a small communion table dressed with a white linen altar cloth. A skylight above the table was surrounded by blue, white, and red LEDs whose light merged with the sun’s evening rays, scintillating across his steel mace, and blending into the white linen altar cloth to make it appear as a F...
Disney-Pittsburgh
“That’s the thing about Pittsburgh…its history,” I told Mom, trying to get her on our side. She and Dad had been arguing—discussing, they would say—about which virtual Disney adventure we should take for summer vacation. Mom wanted to go to Disney—MallWorld, back to when people walked from store to store, fingered merchandise, and sometimes physically, not virtually, tried on clothes, actually putting them on their germ-ridden bodies. Mom thought it would be exciting. I thought it would be boring, and so did Dad. My Father and Mother’s argument became so fierce that it activated each...