Memories Remind me of the wind_Trickster's book_Why You Shouldn't Hate the World_An Unlikely
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Memories Remind me of the wind
Memories remind me of the wind. The way it comes and goes, having such power and boldness but pausing whenever it decides to. Never allowing any force to override it’s decision, wind comes. Whether it would be a refreshing breeze or a dangerous storm causing nothing but destruction, wind always comes. On this particular day, I was battling a dangerous storm full of memories and no matter how hard I tried to ignore them, there force overrode my mental strength. I looked around; however, I did not see the present, I saw the past. I did not see the crowds of people standing alarmingly close to me...
Trickster's book
This is a follow-up to the three other stories I posted last month, basically the fourth part of the main story.Irk’an was the fourth son in the Torrath family, the son of Baron Victor, the head of the district council. Being the fourth child got him away from the heritage conflicts that he didn’t care about in the first place. His family was one of the biggest and wealthiest families on the west side of this megacity. The district he lives in was known for the brutal lifestyle. It is no place for the weak, the rules that built the area were meant only for the fit, the ones who can't adapt to ...
Why You Shouldn't Hate the World
The smell of smoke residue from some teenagers inhaling cigarettes the other night clouded my senses as a nightly trail of drool went up my nose, the simultaneous wail of a police siren and deathly red of an ambulance hovering in the distance doing nothing to help them. I grumbled a sarcastic ‘good morning’ to myself before peeling myself out of the cold mattress called ‘my bed’ to brush my face.Hmmm… yeah...I had to rethink that thought as I grabbed the red toothbrush and wiggled the last remains of toothpaste from the shriveled mass of plastic lounging on the countertop. The hue of my toothb...
An Unlikely Hero (Part 1、 Beginnings)
Piper was different from all the pixies, and it wasn't because she was an orphan, or that she lived alone in the Moon-drop woods; it was because she was a prankster. Once a week the other pixies, living in local village, would be pranked by her in different ways, but it would be on a different day every week, so they didn't know when to expect the weekly trick. It would be hard to believe that this little prankster would be the one to save all the pixies in her village. To discoverwww.onedoor.cc about her transition from prankster to savior, a deeper look must be taken into the full story. -*- Piper's eyes...