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TO THE LAST SYLLABLE
The shade of the mist surrounding my memory of his last words was as grey and scattered as the morning after a heavy rain. The type that makes the inexperienced and veteran lost, robbing them of hope, plundering them of home.It's amazing how that seems to be the only thing clear, even after trying years and years after. That is the extent of what I can remember, much to my disappointment. I don't know why I'm not giving up at this point really, but I really want to remember those words. I want to hear it again, I want to understand it's meaning, engrave it's every syllable on my soul. I miss h...
SPEAKING TREE
Trees fulfil wants of men and other creatures with bark, branches, buds, flowers. foliage, greens, leaves, nuts, oils, roots, seeds, shadow, sweet smelling sap, timber, tender roots, toddy, twigs, wood and unripe fruit. A tree branch is the first choice of a human wanting to commit suicide by hanging in a public place or shelter for a brigand to escape from wild beasts. They also bring misery into human lives by falling on people taking shelter under them. Historians count the rings within barks to date the age of trees. One product of the tree is said to itch due to which the term itching pal...
The Very Extraordinarywww.onedoor.cc Book Club
Have you ever visited a library at night?Libraries are as quiet as churches even during the gentle hum of daylight when its visitors dare not speak above a whisper, but as the sun sets and the doors lock at the end of the working day, the place takes on a whole new essence of mystery and gravitas. Books of different sizes and colours, all stacked and classified neatly on the appropriate shelves, seem to draw up the silence like a net. Each book tells its own unique story from the musty, yellowing pages of the older volumes to the ones with slick fashionable covers and the ink barely dry from t...
Sacrificed
Alice jumped and reached for her sword as something clinked behind her! Her hand clasped only air as she remembered that the rules for these capricious parties meant that she had to leave her weapons back at the dorm. She turned around and saw a man and woman bump wine glasses and laughing animatedly. Alice hated everything about these honor parties. She especially hated the unassuming blue dress that her roommate insisted she wear because it matched her sapphire eyes and highlighted her pale skin. If Alice had her choice and the time, she would have preferred something black to match her midn...