The Pantheon_Degorath and the Other_Riddle of Daedalus_Seeing (Parking) Spots
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The Pantheon
As faces turned in the misty snowfall, it was clear to me no man was eager to follow my stride here, but hope was finally gleaming in the hollow eyes of some. There was a wistfulness about the air and it held heavy and unwavering. These men had little protest to my leadership, but it seemed the cold wanted to challenge me. A chill arose over my body before crashing down my spine in the form of some brutal shivering fit. That horrible dread now lurking within my head wasn’t related to the icy crystal fragments hanging from the dead tree branches, or the occasional breeze that shattered men’s so...
Degorath and the Other
CW : {Violence, Language}“What happened to it? The other sexed being that dwells with us?” Brilliant blue tresses were hanging like curtains over fractured purple irises and young almond skin.“Very thoughtful choice of words. It was arrested and is being detained for a hearing.” An older creature, obviously her senior, reached out to brush back the ocean of curls hiding the little one's eyes.“Is it because Malrez is a warlock?”“Shhhh! Dare not speak such heresy!” Her hand reared back, ready to plant it across the tiny inquisitive face.“I'm sorry.” A tiny smooth arm lifted to block the blow. “T...
Riddle of Daedalus
“I would gladly trade all of my scholarly titles and awards for greater knowledge and discovery,” said Dr. Howard Fine.The professor currently hunched over his ancient map held four Ph. Ds: Mythology, History, Anthropology, and Archeology.“Of course you would,” said Brandon. “But you really ought to find satisfaction in what you have accomplished from time-to-time. You’re going to burn out your assistants. You could probably be the most famed archeologist in the world by now if you wanted to. Back me up on this, Alyssa.”“It’s true that you work too hard, Doc,” said Alyssa. “You might find that...
Seeing (Parking) Spots
Seeing (Parking) SpotsKarla pulled her 2005 silver Honda Civic into the visitor’s spot of her building. Her front bumper made a terrible scraping noise as it hit the concrete pider. The bumper was sagging lower than a rapper's pants, due to hitting a mailbox when she was 16、 She stepped out and hit the lock button on her keys. The car made a sound that was more like a wheeze than a beep. She walked up the steps of her building, and into the front office. Today was the today she was going to get a parking permit. Due to the fees, she had been putting it off. Which meant she had to drive around ...