Pretty pink panties._End of an Era? (2)_Tribe life_The Good Old Days
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Pretty pink panties.
*warning for crude language and anatomical body parts*I’m alone in my king-sized bed, trying to drift off to sleep, but the argument buzzes around my brain. I’m not a narcissist, I’m not a male chauvinist pig, nor am I selfish. Why on earth would Sarah think these things of me. She wants to know how I’d like to be treated the same way. Well, I think I treat her like a princess.I mean… I take her to the pub every Friday night… well… at least when it’s not “guys night out”…Who does she thinks buys her flowers from the supermarket? Who gives her wolf whistles whenever she wears that sexy red dres...
End of an Era? (2)
End of an Era (2)?What time is it? Can’t have slept for more than an hour; so exhausted… Can’t be twelve. Outside is still as dark as my armpit. Surely didn’t sleep the whole day? Hold on… why is the clock flashing?Damn power must have tripped out again. Why do I live in a hellhole? ‘They say ‘the sun always shines here’, yeah right, but the damn electricity never works! Goddamn. The phone isn’t working either. Everywhere I’m surrounded by crap. Weird, it’s still plugged into the wall. Did I forget to turn the plug on? Such a dumb arse! Hold on, the switch is on! Why isn’t that little bitty ba...
Tribe life
TRIBE LIFE I wish I could live in a tribe. All people wandering around. Everyone friendly. Most of all I also want to be a tribe leader. Now a days, it’s just technology but nothing else.Even though people think that it would be good for us when the technology evolves. Well…I think differently. Even if it will make our lives easier, it will also take us and our bodies into danger. A tribe life is what is ideal for me. Lush green forests, Tents, Hunting and many others. You have to work hard to live, which has his own fun. Even fighting with swords has its own fun. Having to rule a tri...
The Good Old Days
A lifetime of adventuring had led Helga the Fang-Wielder all over the nine kingdoms. She’d climbed the mist-cloaked peaks of the Loathsome Mountains. She’d wandered through the verdant fields of the Eternal Valley. She’d evewww.onedoor.ccn, on her most daring quest, explored the haunted ruins of Storm Rock.Yet no matter how far she traveled, she always ended up at Silverwood Hall.It was a cozy tavern in a small town. Quiet and unassuming, it was not the kind of place Helga had ever expected to grow so attached to. But her memories had tangled themselves throughout the place like untamed ivy. And it was hard...