The Favorite of White Lily_The Redeemer_The Savior_Snake King
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The Favorite of White Lily
The Favorite of White Lily‘A flower does not think of competing with the flower next to it. It just blooms,’ said the Buddhist nun, Zen Shin. Without flowers, the world would be the duller place ever, the plants would only found green not colorful, and cherish. They are very important for the human and animal race. It’s an extremely wonderful part of Mother Nature and we can find it everywhere. They are feed by insects, birds, animals, and concerning for both humans and animals, they are natural medicines. If humans have a soul and so for nature, the soul is flowers. Flowers have a long–term p...
The Redeemer
Aiken rose with the dawn, blinking at the whitish remains of his campfire. The sun was a half-lidded red eye observing a parched and ghostly world. Aiken turned his head and blew a gob of snot out of his nose. He was filthy and foul, a creature of hard times. Soot and grime besmirched his gray uniform, which likewise besmirched his soul. He’d been unable to shed it but planned on getting a new outfit at the first opportunity. With a croaking yawn, he sat up straight, like Lazarus emerging from some hole in the ground. The sky was purpled-over and still aflame with stars but a spreading band o...
The Savior
"Tell us a story, baba," the children asked, hungry for another tale woven to lull them to sleep"The one with the rose and the beast.""No, it is too girly, tell us a story about the pirates."Their grandpa smiled benevolently over them, his smile reached his eyes, lighting his dim grey eyes, he said,"Fine, I'll tell you a story, but it is a real one, of the times when we could talk to the plants and animals, the gods and the spirits.""Pfft! it is impossible." said the elder ones, turning their noses up and looking scornfully at young ones, who still believed that Santa Claus came down their chi...
Snake King
Today his blood would pour from his body in an effort to appease the Gods. It wouldn’t work, of course, because they had made the Gods unhappy with all the destruction of their world around them---war, conquest and building of giant pyramids to honor themselves or the Gods had sucked the life from the Earth, and they were paying the consequence. He would die for nothing, other than a reason for the King and his elite to have a celebration for a job well done. Without the shade of trees, the Mayan sun bore down upon the limestone streets with a punishing glare. He shaded his eyes agains...