The Fox of Vietnam_My adopted dragon mother._The Mysterious Dufflebag_The life of A lost journal
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The Fox of Vietnam
Le Loi crouched in the bushes, his fox-symbolled bronze armlet fastened to his hand. He was behind the enemy camp and had waited for this moment for a long time. He spent eleven years battling with the Ming dynasty, starting in 1407、 For 1100 years Chinese tried to rule over Vietnam, and each time they entered Vietnam, they faced defeat. This time it was Le Loi's chance to realise this dream. His army men were alert for his signal, ready to ambush the Ming patrol column built beside the Chu River in Vietnam. In front of him are wooden barricades and some guards standing with Chinese muskets an...
My adopted dragon mother.
Clip clop, clip clop… went the sound of metallic horse shoes as a robust heavily laden horse negotiated a steep and narrow shingle mountain path. On his back was a knight in shiny armour ( well his armour was not that shiny, more dusty and rusty.)“Perkins, it may seem strange to you, but do you remember that unidentifiable tavern we stopped in at. Well it may of cost the last of my gold coins to get my hands on this map, but I promise you it’ll be worth it when we get to the mysterious mountain side castle where a princess from a lost kingdom, is being held hostage by the last of dragons. And ...
The Mysterious Dufflebag
The crisp fall breeze ruffled my hair as I trudged through the thick leaf coating of my backyard. When I closed on the house this spring I hadn’t even considered the price I would pay for the glorious collection of trees that filled the lawn. Of course my father had predicted it and kindly bought me a rake for my birthday three weeks ago. He is much mwww.onedoor.ccore practical than sentimental. Lucky for me it wasn’t cold enough for a jacket and gloves; my Hudson Valley Renegades hoodie was enough. In typical Rosalind fashion, I surveyed the task before me and planned my approach internally before I would ...
The life of A lost journal
Dainis waited at the side-lines thinking to himself. Who was he? Where was he from? Or at least where was he now? A zillion questions razored through his head. He was about to be born you see. He had bided his “time” for that special container. His mind did not fathom the form he would take. This was no one person task. There had been multi-threaded cogs in that macrocosmic giant wheel that had to be set in motion. The interesting fact was that he remembered this day in the million years he had been born. Earlier times he would just be there for the “day” and then was channelled into a contain...