Black Sand Cowboys_The Demon King and his Hero_A dare to dream_Lost in Japan
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Black Sand Cowboys
“Easy. I’m not afraid of a volcano. And I’m good with ponies, anyhow.”“They’re not ponies, they’re —”“Look, I get that you’re all touchy about it, but, come on, this ain’t a horse.” The cowboy touched the brim of his baseball cap like a sombrero — the European rolled his eyes — and squeezed the horse with his shins, steering him to the right.“Callum don’t leave a dare,” said the other cowboy with a sly smile. He ran a hand through his bleached curls and turned his horse to follow Callum. The European was left to wonder disdainfully how Americans could seemingly make themselves at home anywhere...
The Demon King and his Hero
Master Lin Xiu, of XingXi sect, just defeated a pile of WuXing sect’s disciples.He cultivated a thousand years, and became a wuxia hero in no time.Lin Xiu, once in his youth, had killed 59 demonic cultivators with just a pair of tuning sword magic trick. A way of swinging your sword in tunes to phrase a pine slash on the enemy.Awkwardly, when he first defeated the 59 demonic cultivators, one of those lasts words were spoken,“Hey… hero… be wary for our demon king will crush you into bits! Urgh…” and he died after a few seconds after that.After 16 years, while the hero, Lin Xiu was cultivating, ...
A dare to dream
”Come on then, I DARE YOU!”www.onedoor.cc Never in a million years did I expect to end up here; getting on a plane and changing the course of my life forever. Yet here I am, passport and boarding pass in hand, and everything I own crossing the sea ahead of me to my new home. Two hours until I board, as I check my phone for the 100th time. “a watched pot never boils,” my mother’s words of wisdom chimes in my ears. How incredibly right she is, as I put my phone away. With a slight chuckle to myself, I think back to how I found myself on this journey in the first place. I can sum it up in one word: Dare. Not a...
Lost in Japan
Before I knew it, flowers and a roaring wave of people were all that I could see. When the wave passed, it seemed to have washed away my only ride home. My friend Anne was gone. And she was the only one who could speak Japanese.At this point, you may think that panic consumed me like fire. But no. I just stood there, wondering how the hell I got myself into this situation. Trapped in a foreign country, knowing absolutely nobody, with the inability to even speak the damn language. All I can do is sigh, clutching onto my thick, authentic fox-fur winter jacket and souvenir purse with all my belo...