Mary_THE SILVER RATTLE_The Cave_Son of the President
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Mary
“I know what you’re thinking”.“No. You don’t”.“I wish I did”. A sigh. “Fine”. Mary stood in front of the metal tube. It reminded her of a tomb. In fact, in many ways, it was a tomb. How could he do this to her. And even dare to ask her what she thought about it. A shot of betrayal and anger ran through her and up her spine. Her face swelled red. “You want to know what I think?” she growled at him. He stared back at her with dark eyes. He seemed solemn and content. Mary knew it wasn’t his fault. He wasn’t forcing her to do this. But he didn’t even try to stop them. He didn’t say anything to the...
THE SILVER RATTLE
The invitation dated a month earlier, sent by email, read: “Friends and kin, You are invited to join the get-together arranged at the Jubilee Hall at 10 AM on 14th October 2020 to celebrate the 502nd birth anniversary of Kupp and the lunch thereafter.(sd) Prof.ANK, secretary, Committee of Hosts.” Note enclosed with invitation: ‘ANK is an emeritus professor of Sanskrit and is the author of several books. He is widely known for his contribution to the language. He has attended several conferences on Sanskrit in many countries. He is a descendant of Kupp, and it is on his initiative that the ge...
The Cave
The Man was grateful to find the cave, tucked low into the cliff face, as the skies outside hastened to darken and the wind began to pull at their tattered clothes. The ocean battered hard against the nearby rocks, sending spray up into the air to meet the rain before the wind caught them both, sea and sky, and whipped them hard against the Man and the Boy, each droplet a lash against their exposed faces. The Man hurried the Boy into the cave, shaking water from his clothes forcefully, trying to hide the way his body tremored. He didn’t know how long they would have survived out there. A flas...
Son of the President
DISCLAIMER: I picked Russia because I felt like it – this does not reflect my opinions on the current Russian government. ANOTHER DISCLAIMER: I know that this story is supposed to be fantasy about “a character who’s had their future foretold from birth - but isn’t sure if they believe it”, but I think that in many ways, though I don’t have dragons and magic and things like that, this story is about someone that doubts their future, which they had no choice of. Enjoy!Konstantin Kozlov. That’s my name. When most people hear it, they think of my father, Vasiliy Kozlov, the President of Russia. I...