A World Of Water_Weird Family_From the Ashes, Into the Unknown_Sorry Chaucer, time does wait for som
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A World Of Water
The year is 7020. All ice on earth has melted. The planet is officially ice free. The air became toxic, polluted with all sorts of chemicals. Over time our human lungs could no longer take in oxygen. With all the continents deep under water our bodies eventually mutated to support life below the sea that was now our world. Most of us lived in caves. The water was no longer cold in any part of the world. The government had fallen and the people were self-governing for a time. However, over time it re-established itself and things were much worse than they were before. The plentiful amount of fi...
Weird Family
Weird FamilyThe Murtag’s waited for Ellen’s fiancé to show up.Theresa Murtag, the family matriarch looked nervously out the window. “I want everyone on their best behaviour. I don’t want anyone to act up and above all no one says anything until it is too late. Do we understand each other?”Hank Murtag, the family patriarch, nodded his head.Jenny Murtag, the second oldest daughter looked at her mother and acknowledged her request.Al Murtag looked at his mother and smiled.“He’s gonna be really surprised.”“Yes, he is going to be very surprised. I am not sure who I am more ...
From the Ashes, Into the Unknown
Given the instructions for Octavian’s ritual, Rowena gathered the items needed and prepared for the annual winter solstice. This time of year, the coven often practiced releasing unwanted energies and while Octavian’s ritual seemed to be a stronger type of cleansing spell where it did not only purge the thoughts, but the very grove of their sanctuary, there was always one item that knitted each ritual together. A list of feelings, thoughts and habits that you wished to cleanse. It was personal to each harvest-witch, so one never looked at another’s list. One had to open up the gate to the othe...
Sorry Chaucer, time does wait for some.
It was 7:30 am and Akun lay on his bedroom floor propped up on his elbows, wrapped in the comforting ignorance of youth, having only seen ten years of the world. This was his favourite time of the day; when everything was silent. He could feel the warmth of the boiler pipes underneath him as they whirred gently, waking up the sleeping house. On this particular morning, his short attention span was completely absorbed in the antique train set he had received on his ninth birthday. His granddad had given him that; his granddad always gave him the best gifts. His sleepy eyes watched the miniature...