Passing On_Nepós and Fotiàs_Cottage by the Sea_Emerald Eyes on the Battlefield
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Passing On
www.onedoor.cc “Most people just like to leave their kids money.”The old man looks up at me, blinking rheumy eyes. “Don’t I know it,” he says. “My father left me a fortune, and look what I did with it.”I arch an eyebrow. “The way I see it, you’ve done a lot of good with what you were given.” I certainly won’t object to his spending preferences.“Oh, too little, too late.” He swipes a hand through the air in a feeble, angry gesture. “I spent the best years of my life frittering my wealth away on useless things, trying to make myself happy, instead of taking care for what was most important. And look where...
Nepós and Fotiàs
I am the lost child of the Blue Tribe. Blue Tribe possesses the water spirit which is known for its purity and innocence.The other tribes — Soil and Wind — respect the Gods' decision to give rise to the Blue tribe as their highest spirit rulers of the world called Earth.The people of the blue tribe are called Νepó while the soil tribe is called Láspi and the wind tribe is called Aéras. Nepós rescued me during the first massacre of the Blue and Green tribe.Ah... yes, the Green tribe. Known for their burning temper and hideous traits. They are called Fotiá. They possess the fire spirit — the mos...
Cottage by the Sea
He stood on the edge cliff near the sea while the storm whipped around him, enraged and hostile---matched his mood. The lightning struck from the sky and met violently with the sand on the shore beneath him, causing the ground to shimmy under his feet. Maybe he should get in his lorry and head back towards his cottage on the west end of town. He’d left his job to pursue the craft that flowed within his heart, and when that hadn’t brought in enough money to suit his girlfriend, she’d left him with only a note. Then today, he’d met with a potential agent to sell his story, but they’d canceled at...
Emerald Eyes on the Battlefield
The battle stopped for just a moment. The world stood still. It could have been half a second or a lifetime, I couldn’t tell the difference. She was beautiful.Another soldier tackles me into a ditch right as an explosion fills the air with orange light and harsh sound. Sand cakes us. He’s yelling at me about something, but I don’t hear anything more than a hum. I want to gaze at her again.Rifle held high, she shoots one of our men and makes a pe to cut the legs out from another. This isn’t supposed to happen. Why now of all places am I falling in love with the person I am supposed to...