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The Weight of Hope
I ran my fingers ever so gently along the stem of the world, lifting the soft, arced leaves and studying its delicate, magnificent beauty. It dawned on me that many before me would have simply walked by such a precious thing, maybe they would have trodden on it or pushed it aside. Who could blame them? There were plenty of these wonders back then. Taking advantage of such a treasure was commonplace and defending it was considered outlandish. How foolish they were. I sighed as I stared into the beauty of its glowing flower bud, “I bet you miss all your brothers and sisters…I’m so sorry.” Footst...
The Star of the Priestess in the Land of Pig Farms
Twice upon time the forces of evil converged on the tiny hamlet of Gurp-on-Tunib. This particular conflagration of civilization consisted of one tavern, a statue so old and worn nobody could recall whom it honored, a one bedroom hovel belonging to the mayor, the root shack, and five pig farms in the surrounding boggy plains. One could say that its relative strategic and economic importance to the realm at large was somewhere above nonexistent but below measly. The first instance of evil descending on the poor folk here was three generations before the time of Ullum the Gray, in the first shade...
Going to Job Corps
August 14, 2006, Ms. Otis picked us up but however, we were in a such a rush that I forgot the folder with my ID in it. A voice told Ann to get quarters. (By the way, this is our first train ride ever.)Ann asked,"why?"The voice did not answered."Come on, the train will be leaving in two minutes" said Ms. Otis.It was about 6:58AM or maybe 7:58AM, I can not remember. We went into the car and Ms. Otis drove us to the train station. We hurried up on the rump and saw a man. Ms. Otis told him that we are going to Vermont. He told us to hurry and get a seat because the train is leaving in on...
The Truth in DownTown
My name is Delilah Bloom, and this is a story that should serve as a lesson to you all about lying. It’s something that you should under no circumstances do.I had a very ordinary life in DownTown. I helped my dad, Oliver Bloom, making bread and baking for his bakery, and I was in charge of delivering every day the king’s special bread order. I knew King Jeffrey and his son, Dylan very well, but I never liked him. He was always lying and stealing and was an unpleasant person. I used to have very bad luck, I would always trip, www.onedoor.ccdrop the bread or do some other thing that would ruin everything, it ...