A Fugue of Fugues_Honour_Close Call_The Recovery
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A Fugue of Fugues
Oh to reach the apex, to cross the rubicon, to land on the moon. This was the byproduct of men with money and time. They would traverse the great mother leaving plastic bottles and wrappers frozen in time beneath ice and wind. If the world of men was to still itself by some great war and completely waive themselves from the face of the earth, thought Ang Phurba Phuti, the world would slowly wake, turn, and groan back to life. Humans would reemerge eventually. They would reinvent everything; the wheel, combustible engines, then the atomic bomb. They would wrongly believe they were the first. Th...
Honour
Javan had made his decision. "You are coming with us." He said."Are you out of www.onedoor.ccyour mind?" Kara asked immediately. A look into his brother's eyes told Javan he stood alone. Nicholas folded his arms."What do you mean by that brother?" Nicholas asked Javan. "Stay with the Queen." Javan instructed Miriam, ignoring his brother's question. He made a signal to Kara and Nicholas to follow him out the hut.The evening was cool and quiet. Kara thought it lacked the pale moon she was used to seeing. She stopped Javan when she felt they were out far enough."We can't take her along with us." She said fi...
Close Call
We’ve all heard the old saying that ” It’s always Greener on the other Side ”; everyone keeps secretly wishing with envy to acquire somebody else’s perceived comfortable situation where supposedly a better life is upheld. It always seems somebody else is enjoying a more exciting, tranquil, accessible accommodating and suitable social status, but unfortunately all of these opportunistic venues will never guarantee any valid humanist protection, long-term security nor any such peace of mind. With no absolute exception, everything has always been and will always be vulnerable and possesses a lim...
The Recovery
The plain gray van parked on the ground floor of a parking deck in the heart of the Philadelphia downtown metro was hardly noticed. The exterior of the van was heavily weathered. You could almost trace the faint outline of a sign from a previous business on one side of the van. A sidewalk and a three-foot high wall with a railing on top separated the front of the van from Kensington Avenue. Kensington Avenue had once been a vibrant part of a thriving downtown. It had descended into decay as the street was now inhabited by the homeless. The non-descript van blended into this background, complet...