The Golden Child_Supernova Dream_The Search For the Truth_Warriors of the Red Cave
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The Golden Child
A delicious, yet pungent scent of garlic saturates the air, as a loaf of bread lay split in twain, within the bowels of an open-faced kiln. Fire licks the bottom crust creating a charred and delectable finish.A woman in her early twenties with hair as golden as sunflower petals carefully removes the pieces and places them upon a long, ivory plate. Her verdant eyes dance with the light of the kiln and lanterns placed throughout the cobblestone room.She skillfully filets them at an angle. Placing the larger of two in front of a black-haired man who matches her age. His dandelion-colored eyes fix...
Supernova Dream
A powerful rain of crystals continued to fall furiously all over the protective dome. Inside the dome, a human slept soundly. His only company was an arachnid-like robot with small robotic legs, and a spherical head that emitted a scarlet red light. The robot was named Rogerick and it was a technological marvel. He had convenient skills such as temperature sensors, location radars, and the autonomous development of human emotions. Its only flaw is that, like any other organism with "life", it needed to recharge its energy regularly or he was at risk of shutting down forever.Rogerick was worrie...
The Search For the Truth
All was quiet, but there was a nice breeze. I found myself closing my eyes, and allowing the wind to touch my skin, cooling it off from a long days travel in the sun. A breeze was rare; unheard of even. “Come on, we have to go.” I opened my eyes to the sound of Austin’s voice. He looked concerned, as he often did; I was sometimes convinced he only had one facial expression: worry. “Just let me grab my bag” I tell him, only to see him holding it up in his right hand. “I got it, right here; let’s go” he demands, and I oblige. “What’s the hurry?” I decide to ask him. “I haven’t seen anyone arou...
Warriors of the Red Cave
The mountain air fresh in my lungs, the wind blowing softly through my hair. The cold rock is hard under my feet. My heart longed to be back with my friends and family. I thought back to the thousands of others who traveled this path before me, not knowing what lies ahead. My heart thudded with the sound of the unknown and my task that lies ahead. Let me start from the beginning. My name is Dhara Apala, and I’m the eldest daughter of Bodhi. I never knew my mother, she was sent on this journey just like her, I hope to find her in the process. We don’t know what happened to her and we may never...