The Mountain_Better Luck Next Time_THE EMPIRE_Summoned
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The Mountain
It’s so beautiful.It’s so very beautiful, and it will never stop being beautiful. Even afterwards.I’ve never been able to capture even a fraction of what lays before me right now. My mind never had the capacity for it, and I think that is just as well. This is one of those times that is all about the moment itself and taking it with me would somehow diminish it. I am not worthy to contain all of this glory, and the point is that you’d have to see it to believe it, and there is belief here. There is more than my eyes see. All of this before me holds so much meaning that my emotions are swamping...
Better Luck Next Time
Trying to get his bearings and figure out what happened the night before, Austin, thirty-three, looked down at himself and mumbled, "Um, where's my pants and why am I wearing a lacy, red, push up bra?” Realizing he is in a strangers car, Austin looked over to the woman in the driver’s seat and asked, "and who are you?""My name is Olivia. I found you passed out outside of this here Starbucks when it was about to open. Since the dress code is a bit more 'no shirt, no shoes, no service', I figured you’d be a bit safer in my car. So I dragged you inside before someone called the police," shared O...
THE EMPIRE
Write about a character on the hunt to solve a mystery who uses their local library (or librarian) as a source of information.AN EMPIREMantua – ItalyAmadeus stood on the stair pondering matters. Time passed.War had ravaged every one of the Empires from France, Saxony to Prussia and Austria. These were desperate times and the 7 years war had not left one land untouched by the madness of territorial conquests. Even the British were fighting in Canada and further south in America.What did any of this really mean, aside from the fact that one monarch and ruler was against another. Victory depended...
Summoned
Content warning: There are a couple of instances of foul language in this story.***The roaring fire eased the aching in Gerrod’s old knees as he stretched out in the soft, plump armchair. I could get used to this, he thought as he watched the orange flames dance merrily in the hearth. He removed the leather-bound tome from his lap and deposited it on the table. “The First Age Conquests of Emperor Gordos by Scholar First Class Vayo Chen” had Gerrod’s eyelids drooping. History had become his passion since he’d retired, but this particular volume was somewhat dry. He looked over to the far side o...