Incarceration_The Battle for Rosewood_His Name Was Bill_The Crazy Courier
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Incarceration
Below is an extract from ‘Luthar’s Travels’, the biography of Luthar Shoresmith written by Scholar Second Class Elwell Mannion of the Library of History, Threftall University. The information regarding this period of Luthar’s life is somewhat scarce, due to the lack of reliable eyewitness accounts from Jakai. However, Scholar Mannion was able to retrieve a written diary from L’Beira Ashane which held some detail about his visits to the coliseum. This haswww.onedoor.cc almost exclusively been the basis for this passage.Thirtieth day of the moon of High Sun, year fifteen of the third age.The date above was ve...
The Battle for Rosewood
The good news for Hector Bestwick was he was in line to inherit Rosewood.The sad news was his father would have to die for him to get it. Rosewood was his grandparent’s cozy two-story colonial home, so called because of the prodigious rose bushes that grew on both sides of the house.His grandfather, Priam (known as Billy), had planted the rose bushes. A former shipyard welder, Billy was a little under five and a half feet tall, but he was James Cagney tough - quiet, and hard, with a talent for keeping his emotions in check. Mattie, Hector’s grandmother, was a pretty, high-class people pleas...
His Name Was Bill
His Name Was Bill by Stefanie HutchesonMark? Jeff? I'm sure it was a four-letter name.Bill. His name was Bill.Bill! That's right! Good grief, how could I forget that? Honestly, pretty easily. We only had that one night together. One fun-filled, exciting, happy-go-lucky evening of adventure. Perhaps if I had known then the impact it would have on me I might have paid more attention to the details. Hindsight is great that way, huh? Alas! Oh sure. I had seen him around. Mars Hill wasn’t that big of a campus. He was a football player and…how do I say this? Attractive, definitely. Sexy? Mmn, I gues...
The Crazy Courier
The hover bike jumped a hill as the courier giggled in joy. She shot far into the air before settling back just over the dusty lands, plumes of dust plummeting around her. The dust was heavy in the air, the lands scorched by the weapons of a long-forgotten war. Survival in the wasteland was a harsh and difficult existence for most.She looked behind her at the rest of the expedition struggling to catch up: A water tanker, and a squad of the Baron’s house troops stumbled forward armed with blaster rifles.“Hurry up guys! The digsite needs that water!” She called back at the group, her long dark c...