Of Bone and Blood_The Terrible Good Old Days_“In the midway of this our mortal life, I found me in
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Of Bone and Blood
The sickening crunch of bone and the tang of blood had become music to Cordelia’s ears, tomorrow, she would take her place at Death’s side. Already a trained assassin and master of poisons, Cordelia Soren had longed to become a Sage of Death. She had entered the competition for that sole reason. Occurring once every century, this blood sport was a tradition amongst those in Asphodel. The champion not only won Death’s favour, immortality, and riches, but the honour to serve at its side. The last true God in this forsaken world, Death and the Shadow realm were Cordelia’s last chance at salvation...
The Terrible Good Old Days
The Terrible Good Old Days Suzanne Marsh “Oh, for the good old days, when things were not as complicated.” I was all for living in the past, it had to be better than 2020. My drewww.onedoor.ccam was to restore the Chatsworth Ranch, just outside of Belton, Texas. We had moved to what had once been a cow pasture, that was where our home was. Dad, always chuckled when I would mention the good old days. I thought it would be easy without electricity, cell phones, pollution, no traffic, just horses. All the things we face today in 2020. Dad, decided it was time that I discovered what the good old days were actua...
“In the midway of this our mortal life, I found me in a gloomy wood, astray"
The house was filled with music. The radiant String Quartet in A minor by Brahms was playing as if life has chosen it as the soundtrack for what was happening in that house. From distance, one would have imagined that whoever lived there had an affinity for classics but as you passed the entrance and walked up the stairs to the first floor; as you passed the corridor and turned to the right, you could see a door cracked open and through that opening, you could see the horrors of reality. “Please! Let me go!” Iwan was a 12 years old boy, a child that has been raised in a rich family with his yo...
Setting Fire to History
“By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were already on fire. I ran as fast as I could from the flaming manor, pulling my shirt over my mouth and nose, in order to keep from inhaling the fumes. I ran deep into the tall, lush forest that surrounded the large mansion that was now burning to cinders. I sat down, leaning against a tree to try and catch my breath. Thankfully, it was beginning to rain, and therefore, covering up my tracks. With the threat of being caught less urgent, I was able to get my mind all in one place. I, Erris Johnson, had just set fire to the White House, with the Pres...