Wake the Ancient_Why Do We Dream of Horses?_To Whom it May Concern_The Glowing Stone
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Wake the Ancient
“Have you heard? They say the Ancient Mage is whispering because they are running out of Magic Born to fuel it,” a poorly hushed voice whispered mischievously from just beyond the bookshelf. Elle paused her sweeping, intrigued.“Oh hush it,” another voice answered incredulously, foregoing the feigned secrecwww.onedoor.ccy. “The Ancient Mage is a myth! There is no one inside the Battery, just pure mana. Besides, if there really was an Ancient Mage, we’d just throw in Magic Borns from around the castle.”Elle’s grip on her broom tightened. Being a Magic Born Elle had spent her short 15 years enduring all kinds...
Why Do We Dream of Horses?
“No one in this dreary cafeteria knows I dream of being a horse mid-Spring. No one knows my glorious neigh-and-gallop through sweeping vistas and picturesque sunflower fields. Everyone knows I vanish inside of a temperamental Walkman while I consume tapioca and file documents. They know the metal that swirls and shovels cassava between my perpetual chapped lips. The tape hiss and pop of a slanted Walkman window.” My therapist Lira lowers her glasses and massages the bridge of her nose. Why would anyone dream of horses let alone being one? It's adorable if you're a kid but the adulthood of it a...
To Whom it May Concern
To Whom It May ConcernIt’s a wonderful notion, is it not, to think we don’t really die, but simply pass into another dimension only to reappear, as a new born baby, in another time and place, in the future?Tibetan Buddhism teaches about reincarnation and how the search for a new Dalai Lama entails gathering up some of his former possessions and laying them, together with other random items, at the feet of the child suspected to be the reincarnation. If the child favours the items of the former Dalai Lama over the other random items, some chosen for their enticing characteristics, then the chil...
The Glowing Stone
Ayda was running.She had no clear goal in mind, she only knew she had to get away. Just a look over her shoulder told her that she’d have to be faster. Running past houses and crossing empty streets, the footsteps behind her grew louder by every passing second.Ayda wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep running. Her lungs had started burning, and she feared her legs would soon give out. She dared another look behind her. It was too dark to see who was running after her, or how many of them, but she knew they were catching up.That was when she felt it. A quiet thumping, almost like a pulse....