Love, New Beginnings, and Dracula_The True Meaning of Magic_I Need A Hero_A Tiger's Tale
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Love, New Beginnings, and Dracula
The wait at the local bus terminal lasted a lifetime, probably because there were many people and the heat was higher than typical Romanian weather in August. I arrived in Romania the night before by bus from Slovakia, and I was looking forward to Dracula’s Castle, or as it’s known, Bran Castle. It was on my bucket list for years, and I adore the novel Dracula. The bus was not entirely uncomfortable; it was just when I arrivedwww.onedoor.cc in Brașov. It was late in the night, and I feared my hostel would not be open once I came. With a bit of silent prayer to whoever wanted to hear me, I arrived and set o...
The True Meaning of Magic
As the wind whipped through the dark and crowded streets of London, Castro sat on the balcony of an abandoned clock tower, overlooking one of the busiest streets in the club district in London. The particular avenue he had been keeping watch over was filled with dazzling casinos, clubs and bars, and each had their own sets of glittering lights to woo the common passerby. Lines for the various clubs and bars stretched down each side of the street for what seemed like blocks on end. The night was so full of energy and vigor, it was revitalizing for someone like Castro, who loved to watch people....
I Need A Hero
Wanted: Attractive, Battle-Hardened Warrior Seeking New Challenge.Calling all brave and handsome adventurers! Tired of slaughtering villagers, raiding camps, packing antique jewelry around the mountains, running for your life and fighting for Kings you don't believe in, all for minimal rewards? Doing all the work while your liege enjoys all the wealth? Do you find yourself, at various points throughout the day, staring into the reflection pool and thinking to yourself, "My chiseled jaw and jacked abs were forged for more than this"? If this sounds like you, then this may be the opportunity you...
A Tiger's Tale
Being born a Hindu, reincarnation is an important part of my belief, and by some miracle, I have a memory of what’s happening to me. In my past life, my name was Advik, and I was a simple merchant who sold my wares to anyone with a few rupees in their pocket. During my lifetime, I tried to be fair to my customers, and I was doing well, but Vishnu, the protector of the world, must have thought differently. As I passed from my old life into the cycle of samsara, I found myself not to be reincarnated as a person, but as some beast yet unknown to me.Though I was fully conscious of my surroundings...