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Loosing Faith
Losing Faith Suzanne MarshThe five man recon team, their tents billowing in the wind and snow, atop Mount Delani watched in silence and fear. Fear had now become their constant companion. Their assignment was to keep an eye on the Russians; rumors were flying out of the Kremlin, quickly, that there was going to be an imminent invasion of the United States. For days they had been watching and waiting; wondering why? The larger issue was that if the Russians invaded the United States it would be a simple matter geographically. Thus far things had been quiet; to quiet. The team hunkered back dow...
The Last Migration
I don’t want to do this.I’m harshly yanked out of my beautifully repulsive white cell by one of the castle guards. He fumbles with his keys before he opens the doors out of the dungeons that lead directly to the throne room of the Fae Kingdom.This entrance is never used unless the king considers it necessary to use his resources for business - often deadly ones.I was one of those resources.“Your Majesty.” The guard shoves me to the ground the moment we were in His Majesty’s presence.“I trust our guest has taken to her new quarters, Kai?” The King’s velvety voice vibrates through the room, his...
The Orphan's Camp
The elderly woman perts her attention for a moment, just a moment, to the beauty of her surroundings.Her gentle eyes take in the water around her, the delicate ripples which stimulate one another in a sort of domino effect. She remembers playing dominoewww.onedoor.ccs as a child. She recalls the delight her toddler self would feel when she would poke that first domino, sending to lot of them falling down.The thought of fallen dominoes reminds her of a heartwarming scene she had witnessed at the camp, roughly a week ago. Three of the members, girls aged four, five and six, had joined hands and swung around a...
When the true fool gathers luck...
The Way of Lin…Always something new. Always something else. Always the way of her life. Cause Lin searched for this way, this very Dao, of being happy. And she came across a book called I Ching. She fell in love with the book. It was no perveted feeling at all. But the language was English and it dragged out her mind to the way of herself. The Dao that had the good luck written down as a sort of remedy in each chapter. To search for the correct number meant that mathematical spheres crossed bows and then – luck could begin! But hard work it was, striving to search the valley, the water, the we...