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Our pearl-white Jeep Rubicon rental had struggled to conquer its steep and winding task, but here we were, alive, oh so alive. The wheels loudly munched the frozen gravel driveway as we approached the front of the countryside cabin where the spongy porch lighting sympathetically revealed the massive Ponderosa logs encasing the exterior. It was close to 9

p.m. The eerily dark evening concealed the surrounding mountainous terrain of the Cherokee National Forrest.

Until today, all of our interactions occurred via the dating site eharmony and the social media platform Facebook as well as Skype, Apple’s FaceTime, and, of course, text messaging. We started our E romance about a year ago, Kathy is from Tampa, F...

Chapter 1
The searing pain in her left arm was too much to handle. She dropped to her knees to the soft carpeted floor, her long red har falling in her face while clutching her left arm to her chest as tears ran down her face. Soon it was not just her left arm her whole body felt like it was on fire she felt as if she was burning alive. But just as soon as

the pain started it stopped sending a chill up her spine. She looked down to her arm to see a black tattoo-like image of the number 10 appear on her arm. It looked eerily similar to the number 4 on her other arm.

As soon as she regained her lost strength she got up from her knees still clutching her left arm to her chest and slowly walked down the hallwa...

They never let me speak in a place like this. Where the darkness of the world is hidden by white beams of light radiating off of the skin of those around me.
In a place where the sun is below and warms the air beneath our feet, and the air is full of fine dust and radiation. This place where the word "demon" is a sin.
"Zoni," my guardian calls. Her sharp

words pull my eyes towards her.
"Yes?"
"You've been summoned."
Upon the day of my eighteenth birthday, I am to be "fixed" so that I may never spread the genes of a demon in Utopia, if I make it that far. Today, my life is to be challenged, put up for a vote like a fattened cattle.
I nod and watch the soft swish of my guardian's feathered wings.
I follo...

“I don’t know what I did, but I’m pretty sure I was a part of the end of the world. Or not the end of the world, that’s pretty dramatic, but whatever you’d call…”, he waved his hand around vaguely, “this.”
“...Somebody thinks they’re important. Word to the wise, I don’t think that’s the kind of thing that’s going to get you a

free meal or a roof over your head. I think it’s the kind of thing that gets you a tin-foil hat and a stay at a psychiatric ward. Huh, okay, so what do you know a roof and food. Guess I was wrong. Still that’s putting a lot of faith in other people.”
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Gary the Hippopotamus was a friendly creature but one thing that really really really bothered him was dandelions. When the dandelions would pop up each spring, Gary would angrily march around the grass to stomp on and rip out all the dandelions. Even though Gary tried very hard to get rid of each one, those pesky dandelions always came back.
Gary would

get so upset over this one dandelion. It was the biggest and ugliest dandelion in the grass. This big one would never go away no matter how hard he tried. He stomped it 100 times a day and did this with the strongest amount of anger he could muster but it always grew back.
One bright summer day, Gary went out in the grass to begin his daily dandelion stompin...

If the vast amounts of stories shared through songs and texts of old truly exemplified the nature of tragedy and destiny, one would be forced to conclude that all great adventure begins a cold, dark, stormy night. The severity of the weather, of course, would ominously prophesize the chaos to be unleashed, wrecking the right amount of surrounding structures

to strike any observer with the appropriate amount of apprehension.

A mysterious character would unearth a cryptic prophecy to precisely the WRONG people, leaving the night to invariably end with a terse promise of bloodshed. Cold, frightened, and terribly hopeful, the meek people overhearing their future salvation would silently await their golden hero t...

The only one who truly shares my entire life with…….


The conversations between a professor and a student in the evening class some time ago.
The professor said to the students, “Let's play a game. Who'll be the volunteer for it?”
Someone came forward, her name was Galaxy.
The professor said, “Please list the 20 most important names in your

life on the blackboard!”
Galaxy listed her family, her friends, her colleagues and her neighborhood………
The professor said, “Please delete the most unimportant name to your consideration?”
Galaxy deleted one name of her neighbors.
The professor said, “Please delete one more?” Galaxy deleted one name of her colleagues.
The professor went o...

The Sun rose on the desert as the darkness that consumed it ran in safety. The waters that once rushed there were now dead and silent,the leaves that would fall to the ground and the trees that would stand tall were dead too. All you could see were the waves of sand that would never move,you could feel the pain in your feet as they stabbed you.You

could taste nothing but sand and pain in your throat screaming for water.You could feel the sun's heat beating you and pushing you down.
You feel the sun's heat suck every inch of energy out of you. The whole day is like this until the sun rests on the horizon, and the rabbit face moon comes and wakes up the animals. The moon's soft light shines as the darkne...

"Kandra Tell me a story." said the young Prince, as I hugged him close to my chest. I stared at the forever burning fire before I spoke. "This is the story of the Greatest Queen who's ever walked the earth. This Queen had Changed the world with magic burning in her veins. she was a rare woman that one. She was so powerful that she took over two realms at

once." The little prince snuggled closer, then whispered "Awesome!" I chuckled. " Most people have forgotten her story, they say that her story was a lie and that it was much too boring to tell," I explained. "Well I don't think so." the prince said. "That's good, Shall I continue?" I said, pulling him even closer. "Yes Please," he whispered. Siren Endore...

I was sitting on a bench, eating my sandwich when two students from the same grade, but another class, were walking towards my direction. I recognized them as those two people who always walk together around the playground during recess. They seemed nice but, at the time, I just wanted to be left alone, I wanted to spend my breaks thinking about stuff, not

talking or playing with people. I’m not religious, but I begged for the lord not to make them ask me why I’m all alone like that.

The lord clearly didn’t listen to my silent prayers and decided to make me suffer. “Good lord why?” I thought when one of the two asked me what my name is. “Ajenn, and, yes, I know it sounds like a short version of t...

There was another dead body in my doorstep today. Its blood drenched the wood on the front steps of my house and stained the carpet that covered them. Carpets are impossible to clean. Mom always used to say bad words when she had to scrub spills off of it. Now it's covered in blood. I don't mind much except Micheal freaks out at the smell of blood and won't

shut up about it all night and won't let me sleep with his yowling and whimpering. Micheal can be such a spoiled brat.

Mom used to call me a spoiled brat when I cried. She said I was difficult and selfish and only worried about what I wanted and not about others and that I had to think about how others felt as well. Well Micheal doesn't. He never does. An...

This is the story that should never be repeated.
I was just a boy, who lived a simple life. I had a big brother who I loved. I had a father who ran a business, and it was all he thought about. Together, we would work the shop.
My brother and I would play a game. You lived in space. There was a monster that would try to eat you. We pretended we were the

great astronauts that colonized the moon.
There was also a girl who I met. She had raven hair and was very beautiful. She was the girl of my dreams. We loved each other from the moment we laid eyes on each other, but my father did not approve. He sent her away. I vowed that I would find her again.
That night I dreamt I was on the moon. It was as if I was in t...

A thick silence hung in the air in the Silver City. There was no music, no laughter, nothing. At the gates of the city, the angelic host waited. They stared up at the city with blank expressions, anticipating the return of their brother. Off in the distance, a figure appeared at the top of the steps leading to the entrance of Paradise and began to make its

way toward them. Few in the throng reflected it was strange that this entity would walk rather than glide as usual.
Jegudiel’s whip hung from his hand loosely, but his wreath was nowhere to be seen. Blood trickled from his forehead, but he did not show any signs that he was in pain. Upon reaching the gates he paused momentarily before stepping through. The...

The train flew smoothly on the tracks, it's worn-down wheels retracing the path it had traveled millions of times before. The ridges and scratches on its frame were lined with the usual soot of the city; the smoke-choked streets, coal dust clouds and open sewers forever leaving their legacy on the rusting metal of the train. Still, it soared through the

twists and turns of the path, the engine roaring as loudly as it did fresh from the factory. Too bad there was only one person to enjoy its vengeful battle cry!

An old woman, so thin she looked like a stiff breeze would blow her away, sat by the window of the last car on the train. The glass rattled as the wheels hit a loose piece of gravel, but the woman did...

I never knew this journey would be so beautiful,
But I always knew it would be wonderful.
I never knew this journey would be so joyful,
But I always knew it would be blissful.
I never knew this journey would be so artful,
But I always knew it would be funful.

Now when I see those days,
I miss those days.
Now when I see those photos,
I miss those

alluring epochs.
Now when I see those smiles,
I miss those glorious times.

Thank you, mama,
For welcoming me.
Thank you dadda,
For accepting me
Thank you frenemy
For being by me.
Thank you broie,
For supporting and loving me.

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