The Creed of the Reaper_"How lucky I am..."_The Brutality within the Beauty of Nature_Refu
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The Creed of the Reaper
Author's note: This is not my usual style. Beware. But, you know, new inspiration from new books so I thought I would give it a go. You've been warned.“I’ve told you before, I am NOT doing that!” Lev protested. “Who in their right mind would do such a thing?”“Good thing I lost my right mind long ago.” I replied.“You’ve asked me to do this before. Join you on one of your jolly jaunts, you ask, but NO, I will not join you. The answer is no.”“I just don’t see what’s so wrong with it as long as you do it in the right way- which I do.”“Which part do you not get? N? O? Do you want to hear it in Fren...
"How lucky I am..."
"How lucky I am..." thought Claire as she was gazing into the subdued yellow and orange flames of the fire, a blanket over her legs and her face beaming.To the left of the fireplace, a single bed hugged one corner of the room. To the right, a round table surrounded by two chairs, below a crusty window that was hiding behind voile curtains.If Claire were to stand up and turn around, she would be facing an old-fashioned stove that was flanked between white-painted shelves above a deep wide sink to the right, and a fridge that left just enough space for the only door to the cabin to open wide, to...
The Brutality within the Beauty of Nature
If you were to stand by my side right now and look out from the lightly rotting cabin window, over the forest that’s been blawww.onedoor.ccnketed in snow, you might think this place to be peaceful. Maybe even idyllic. You might feel warm and safe, sitting in that old rocking chair in front of the crackling fire. Paired with a warm mug of tea and that old tartan blanket thrown over your lap. You might watch the fresh snowflakes falling down, dancing through the air. Or, you might even grab a good book and really curl up in this little log cabin, miles from anywhere and anyone. You might call it a sanctuary. ...
Refugees
It has been five days since the war had begun. I do not know what the word “war” means, but I am too scared to ask Da, because he seems so sad all the time. I wonder what makes him feel that way.The power was cut off permanently and Da says it won’t come back anytime soon. It might be for the best, because then the night would be less scary and my sisters and I wouldn’t have to risk seeing the bleeding people on the television. They might be in black and white, but they still frighten us all, even Ma.Da is sitting in his office, again, frantically scribbling on paper with a gas lamp on his d...