The Vision of Moderna_Much More Than Floods_Vision that he didn't believe_On Reflection...
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The Vision of Moderna
Long ago, in the glory days of Moderna, pure Myth pulsed through the air, vibrating with such intensity that one could harness it with ease. The true masters of Myth were well-respected as heroes and leaders, ushering in kingdoms of glorious plunder and victory, but also heavy in the pision between the races of the world, each thinking their unique focuses and uses of Myth made them superior. Angels blessed with feathermancy, vampires with sangromancy, demons with sin marks, and beastmen with various animal forms, no one could agree with who was truly most deserving. Wars were waged over which...
Much More Than Floods
Much More Than FloodsThe cold, dark dreariness of the skies above Dover matched Devon Johnston’s mood this day. In fact, it had reflected his mood and the daily routines of both he and most of his neighbors throughout Devon’s life, but his mood had considerably darkened shortly following Devon’s return a year ago after his completion of his studies at Delaware State University.Four years ago, Devon had looked to www.onedoor.cccollege life as a chance to escape the constant gunplay and carnage, propelled by the drug trade, that had plagued the lives of he and each...
Vision that he didn't believe
The air was bitterly cold, Asena exhaled, seeing her own breath fly with the wind, she held herself tight to try and become warm. She was walking around the town of Alara at midnight, she was shivering and having trouble walking because of her joints stiffening. The ground was slippery from the snow and rain combining together. The town Alara always had odd weather that no one would think could combine together. Asena pulled her fluffy hood over her head, covering her light orange long hair. She was slowly making her way to a friend’s house, but as soon as she grew near, her head started to t...
On Reflection...
It was a warm day, in the middle of May and the clocks all struck fourteen.Unseen, the wagons rattled into Dodge, battled through canyons, bogs, prairie dogs with clowns and jesters, to pester the unsuspecting town.And so, the spectacles began with rides and games and lions tamed; that drew the crowds from house and home, to roam around the circus troupe. In groups they laughed and smiled, whiled away their heedless day; until, at last, they were drawn, like splinters, to the main event: a tent with a big top, and large stripes, and a hype built up out of all proportion.Throwing caution to th...