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Battle of a Bastard
Staring at the silk shoes covered with leather in my hands all my hopes of becoming one of the Knights of the kingdom sunk again. So much for being told I would be king oneday when I am not even a knight. I signed hopeless. I always waited for the day I will join the Knights since I was very little. I knew I would make a fine Knight because I have been good with the sword since I was a lad. All the times I have come forward when new Knights are being recruited, I was rejected without even being tested. It's still something I can't quite figure the reason behind it.I have been the King's servan...
The Forgotten Flower Child
The Forgotten Flower Child The 1960s. The decade of hippies, of flower power, of free love and rock n’ roll. Of cult leaders and serial killers. Of conflicts in far off countries and student protests on college campuses. The decade of the most-remember presidential assassination, and the cover-up that followed it. An era of turning on, tuning in, and dropping out, as spouted by Timothy Leary, great advocate for LSD. The time of the Civil Rights Movement, the ‘I Have a Dream’ speech of Martin Luther King, Jr., and the ratification of Title VII. An era in time where some want to return to and so...
Never Again
(tw: mentions of rape)Laughter and music rose up from the bars lining both sides of the street. The sidewalk lamps blocked out the stars and moon above to illuminate the party-goers and bar-hoppers once more celebrated the temporary relief and freedom of the weekend. Sherry was one of these people, out with her friends for a night onwww.onedoor.cc the town - what better way to relax than to be amongst friends and booze? Well, just the friends for her - Sherry wouldn’t be drinking tonight. She had managed to stay sober since college, and wasn’t about to break her record now, but that wouldn’t stop her from h...
Terrific, Terrible, and…Terrifying
It’s a warm sunny Saturday, May 12, 1990 and I’m driving to a job interview near Villaines-la-Juhel, in the Mayenne department of France, and as I approach I’m passing through one of the most beautiful landscapes I’ve ever seen. I’m thinking to myself as I drive “I have to get this job, this place is too beautiful!” I’ve seen paintings of the area done by Camille Pissaro, but the effect of seeing this beauty in all its flowery May splendor is almost too overwhelming. I decide that I will ace the interview and come to live here. “It’s all up to you to make it happen.” I tell myself.The company ...