Son of A Beach_The Tale of Cincinnatus_The Wall_Magan; The Provider Of Refuge
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Son of A Beach
I am inexplicably powerful. And I am one of so many, there are not stars in the night sky can outnumber us. Sometimes, one of us ends up in your pocket. Other times we get dropped but we move around anyway, cradled by the great forces. And after countless centuries, I have become the most beautiful form of myself I could ever have dreamt of becoming. I'm how I always hoped I would be. I am smooth, polished, sleek, potent. Funny how ageing gives me the properties that the land herd lose with the passage of time. Maybe, if I could condense the process, and sell it to them, I could become very ...
The Tale of Cincinnatus
“The Tale of Cincinnatus”“You will never know until you try…” The words echoed once more through the desolate corridors of my mind. I wished that I had punched my noble lord father in the face the moment he uttered them. Alternately, out of respect for his many winters and gray hairs, I could have simply turned my back and walked away in silence. Or perhaps I could have embarked on a different quest of my own choosing in a less painful but still futile effort to earn his respect. Anything but what I actually did: allow him to bludgeon me into attempting the impossible with the blunt weapon o...
The Wall
Write about a character giving something one last shot. The Wall I’m struggling here. My legs burn, my insteps and toes are cramped, my hands look like claws, my arms are shaking. I’m hanging on a very thin rope 45 feet up a climbing wall in the middle of a 3-story department store. I beat the wall with my left toe, searching for a toe hold. I shift my weight, push myself up the wall with my legs while my hands seek hand holds. Sweat burns my eyes, I throw my right arm up to snag the next hold with my frozen clawed hand. I shift too soon. I can’t hold on. I swing off the wall. Too exhausted t...
Magan; The Provider Of Refuge
Magan; The Provider Of Refuge By: Allie GarbiniSomalia, 2009In a desert town in Somalia, there are 8 families, all of which are over 70. All of their children, and grandchildren either www.onedoor.ccdied in the drought and famine, or went to fight in the civil war and were never heard from again. In a desert town in Somalia, there are 200 families, and a large fountain in the middle of the town. The lives of the families depend of the fountain. Water is life, life cannot thrive without water. It dies.Magan’s fingers were black and bloody. She’d spent all day trying to screw lugnuts on without any tools. Her...