One that Change the Game_The Story Of Sea God_The (Virtuous) Princess and the Frog_Black Ice Flames
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One that Change the Game
The dias has been kept neat and organized. Tables are set across the chairs. The organisers have arrived early to check the last minute arrangements.Hush Hush gossips are flying around. "Is she coming today? Or he is coming alone?" The excitement was soaring overhead from the speculation. Sharp at 2 P.M, Mr. Desai took the stage. His subordinates have taken the front line to look after everything.His hands were encircling the speaker. After clearing the throat, his deep voice rang through the mic."Good afternoon, everyone. We all know the purpose behind today's congregation. The chief guest wi...
The Story Of Sea God
Magic book of skin There was a sea. The name of the sea was Amme and it lives a sea god of the sea. Who was a powerful god of sea? And his name was Octarius. He was a god of luck and fate. And he had always a trident in his hand. Also that trident was not a simple trident but that was a magical trident.And there was a beautiful palace inside the sea Amme. The palace was full of everything needed in life. Such as a god throne, dining table, a cupboard and library books. The sea god Octarius had many friend of the sea creature. Such as sea horse, sea mermaid, sea dolphins, shark, sea fi...
The (Virtuous) Princess and the Frog
The (Virtuous) Princess and the Frog In the state of Glumkrock, a new, impermanent, laws has been passed, enabling the honourable princes and princesses to contribute to the administration as well. The Gallant King himself carried out most of the significant government, however, the ones of less importance were handed down to the four honourable princes and princesses, who were ranked in positions according to their administrative intellect. Princess Khyha was regarded as the most virtuous, studious and rational one of them all and therefore unravelled inconveniences which were almost as criti...
Black Ice Flames
James Ash walks into the dark town late at night, the lone traveller awake in the sleepy darkness. His car is left on the side of the road, not quite a mile from the town. There is a lighter tucked in the pocket of his worn coat, metal warm and buzzing under his grimy fingertips. His eyes flicker black as he passes under the lamppost that stands outside the market. He stops, cocking his head to the side, as if he heard a voice that didn’t make it all the way to reality. He stops outside the market, and he waits. In the morning, he is still there as the market opens. His fingers close around hi...