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Vittorio
He hadn’t always been a killer.He had started life as an adorable, chubby babe.From outward appearances, his early life had been quite idyllic and indeed, even privileged. His family was descended from a minor Italian noble house; more wealth than importance really.His mother had encouraged him to join the clergy, and he had been in his first year of seminary school when the Great War erupted.His experiences over his several years at War definitely changed him. In particular it was his time in the chalky trenches during what would become one of the deadliest battles in all of human history, th...
The Last Tale
"All right, my friend. Let me tell you my last tale. In the world so immense and full of wonders as God created it, there was one tiny world located in one of the smallest corners of our planet. It lay just near the sea, but its inhabitants hardly ever approached the blue waters for they all were very busy human creatures. They loved to tell themselves they had some very important business to do making the planet www.onedoor.cca better place.In this world there was one little man who was blessed with a lot of bright power. It was so strong and glowing that everyone saw him as a special man.Just like all the...
Of moles and deities
The same thought kept going through Alveera’s mind round and round again: I can’t believe I’m doing this. She’d spent many hours during the past four years watching other people do things like this, fully believing in their actions, but now she was beginning to doubt herself. The queue of bathers ahead of her followed a curve around a wall of cement made to look like it had been carved out of the Earth. With the wall in the way, she was still to catch her first glimpse of him in real life. When she did, all her doubts were washed away.The resemblance was uncanny. He was well built, a good six ...
You Choose Your Own Adventure.
You Choose Your Own Adventure. As you did every week, you visited the library. The worn brick building was gigantic, occupying the entire corner of the street. Normally a quick and pleasant stroll from your house, today you ran faster than lightening to reach your destination. You may get struck by lightening if you dawdled. Drowning in a flood if you did not hurry was a legitimate concern. Such a fate had befallen other uninformed people previously. Saturday arrived, bringing bad news. As you opened the curtains of your bedroom, anticipating a sunny day filled with bright blue skys, you saw ...