Breakers of the Day_The Sun is Stagnant But Life is Not_The Spellbook_An Expensive Dinner
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Breakers of the Day
The flicker of the flame springing to life drew a stark contrast with the rooms early morning chill. Peter steadied his labored breath for fear of blowing out the candle. The ability to rise at a specific time had helped him be selected as a member of the Daybreak Order. The selection process was brutal, only the most disciplined and devout even had a chance at consideration. Despite having barely made it through the selection, since his appointment he’d ascended quickly to the role of Candle Lighter, the first to arise each day.There were fail safes and backups but for sixty weeks straight t...
The Sun is Stagnant But Life is Not
Tubbo stood on his porch as he watched the sun rise over Snowchester. He saw the light reflecting off the snow as the whole world lit up for the first time that day. The light was almost blinding. Tubbo stoped to watch the sun for a moment contemplating if it ever got tired of taking the same path every single day. He thought about the fact that the sun had to watch everything, it watched people love, and fiwww.onedoor.ccght, it saw the rise and fall of nations, it saw everything and still the sun had to rise and light up the world again. After the sun had begun to hurt his eyes Tubbo looked away and began...
The Spellbook
As I wandered the halls of the basement, trying to find an empty shelf to store old dictionaries, I sneezed again. Stirring up even more dust bunnies in the musty, stale air. I never realized how many books had been relegated to storage due to the creations of e-books.After a small eternity, I found a shelf and slid the heavy box next to a collection of cookbooks. Another type of written word forgotten about because of the internet. Yes, the internet has made things easier in a great many ways, but it was also kinda sad to see rows and rows of books that nobody will ever hold again because you...
An Expensive Dinner
He hated eating, hated food, hated that he was sat at a table with people he didn’t know having to experience both those things. There were butterflies in his stomach and they were wreaking havoc with the rice he was trying to shove down his throat, he wasn’t sure he could manage any of the curry at all unless something changed. His breathing rate had become more unpredictable throughout the evening and he was aware his deep breaths to steady himself were not working, and that they were becoming more noticeable with every bite. Exactly the opposite of the effect he was going for really.This ca...