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If there is anywhere in the world
where everything seems possible,
it is, beyond doubt, Tibet.

Tibet was closed for people far too long for them to create any expectations and it makes Tibet free. It allows the magic there to exist in original, untouched way, untroubled with limits of being embodied. Have you noticed how calm it is at nights, people

sleeping, their thoughts and dreams covered with blankets, boiling in funny closed containers called heads? Same for Tibet. People think so rarely about it… Have you ever?

How much do you know? Let me try – an extremely cold country with otherwise cool summers where people have to fight for survival, rely on yaks for almost everything, fantastic views,...

Jonathan kicks off his boots, fluffs of white snow colliding with the wall of the cabin foyer. This is his fourth night trying to make it out of this cabin to his car. The snow storm has been ruthless, hail falling on any poor soul that dared to travel. At this point, Jonathan wondered why he even bothered to try today.

He tosses logs in the fireplace

and starts a fire, begging for warmth to fill the room. He knew this trip was a bad idea, but his best friends, Lenny and Roy, told him it would be the perfect guys' trip. They could even go ice fishing. Yet, neither of them are here, only Jonathan.

Jonathan checks the perimeters of the two-story cabin and closes all of the doors. He used to leave them ope...

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As a brisk winter chill forced a shiver down my spine, frost grows from the corners of the glass. Snow falls like petals in an autumn breeze. I quickly shake away the cold to point out a glowing dot of light amidst the frost filled blizzard. With a smile, I point, " Father look, isn't it beautiful?".
Though I expected

my father to hold his signature smile, he fell further into his lone couch. As he interlocked his fingers, a shadow loomed over his body. Seeing his worried demeanor, forced me to look back at the ever-growing dot of light. As my vision focused, I noticed a hoard of people marching in unison.
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Again, I pestered my father, " father, who are those peopl...

Rays of weakened sunlight bleed upon the left edge of the desk. Car motors toil away only to be muted against wall, a sheet of glass, and plastic shutters.
A brightness shines at the corner of his vision, as he slowly claws toward the base of his glass of water, just his left. He summons the energy to drag the glass toward his chin, the sound grating

his ears until the glass slows against the edge of the pile of papers, bending the edge of the papers. He tips the cup just enough to allow a stream of warmth to run down his tongue. The taste is stale as he ceases his hand from the base of the cup. The cup achieves its balance after a touch of water climbs to the rim and drips down the glass. Kwadjo groans...

Prologue

"Call me Ishmael".

No, not really. My name is Steven, but "Call me Steven" doesn't quite have the same effect. "Moby Dick" was, no is, Tristan's favorite book. He always said it was the best and worst book he ever read. He used to like to read the last part to us, the part where Moby Dick destroys the whaler, and even though the sailors know

they are doomed, they allow Ahab to beckon them on in pursuit of the great white whale. In the end, when the ship and all the boats are destroyed, and the sailors killed, Ishmael survives thanks to Queequag's coffin.

Tristan is a survivor, just like Ishmael. That's why I don't believe he and Isolde are dead. Tristan would never give up on living and he'd n...

The sun hung low in the sky over the Kingdom of Sakai, the last rays of light reflecting off of the castle’s high towers. Princess Evelyn sat in the throne room entertaining foreign guests and local nobles and knights loyal to her parents kingdom, the kingdom she would one day inherit. The beautiful young princess was holding her own amongst the nobles

and foreigners, strong willed and stone faced apart from her charming smile. One would think she had no worries in the world not even the ongoing war which had been raging for over a year after heavy tensions with the neighboring kingdom finally reached a climax, below her in the castles armories a legion of knights was preparing to embark on a journey to yet ...

Have you ever wondered what happens when you die? Phillip wondered that when his grandfather died, he wondered that when his mother died and he wondered that when his wife died. When he took his last breath, he wondered if his daughter was asking the same thing. But explaining this complex system is not that easy. When Philip arrives, he has to fill out a

questionnaire about how he felt his life worked. Yes, so they know how to do next time you go down....

Nightmares are interesting. You can wake up from a nightmare and be terrified for days or you can wake up with tears on your face. Some wake up from nightmares and are confused while others laugh silently to themselves. Nova has dreamed the same nightmare as long as she can remember, with little details exchanged every time. For twenty years she has seen the

sad boy in dirty clothes by the blood-red lake. She doesn't think it's interesting when she wakes her friends screaming on sleepovers or when she wakes up crying on Christmas Eve. However, I can tell you that for twenty years the boy at the lake has been dreaming of Nova. I think that is very interesting....

Simon wasn't good at making friends. It was a trait he'd always tried to work on logically. He'd research what made other people popular and then try to replicate it. Needless to say, it hadn't worked. At twelve years old, he felt pretty pathetic for his lack of meaningful connections with anyone.

Then, a new kid had come to his school. Theo had messy

hair and he carried dirt in his pocket. Theo spoke with an accent none of them could place and looked at you with twinkling eyes crinkling with hidden knowledge. Theo was too weird to befriend and too aggressive to bully. Theo had wanted to be Simon's friend almost right away.

Theo's hand had been cold and dry when it clasped Simon's and shook it briskly. H...

Abenon was nervous!
The succeeding minutes will put him face to face with his biggest fear - his maiden performance in front of an audience of five thousand fans filling up the grandest theatre of the city.
The theatre walls were decorated with his effigy. Banners were flying all around the place with Abenon’s image in a glittery hat and suit. Crowd

had gathered outside for a final chance of obtaining a ticket. It was a Sunday evening houseful!
Abenon could feel his heart beating fast as he stood behind the curtains pacing incoherently for the moment to unfold.
His parents and little sister were sitting in the first row of the audience. Their extreme excitement was brimming with the crowd chanting Abeno...

Lucy Badura had a psychic ability as a small child. She could see things that no one else could. When she was five years old she saw a young Victorian girl with long black hair came out of the wall to talk to her for a while. She senses know that this is her spirit guide. There was framed black butterflies on the wall and she could of sworn they came alive

and there wings started flapping. This could of been more than her imagination. Sometimes at night she could see tiny figure's running backward and forwards in her bedroom. A tiny space ship with monkeys stepping out. Animals such as an elephant and a giraffe. Also a tiny house that when on flames. Lucy had forgotten all about it when she grew up but rememb...

I look up in the stars and I imagine Derick looking at me with his emerald green eyes shining in the moonlight. Nothing between us just space. It’s almost like time is moving so slow because this perfect moment me and him are in. he’s just so mesmerizing to the eyes and i can’t get him out of my head or out of sight. “Hey am i always in your

head?.” Derick tells me almost seductively.
Then its like magic i wake up back in my room. In the best part to say the least and that had to be some bull because i go to sleep just to get some action. So i guess i just haven’t grown into my body or my face. The reason why i say that is for the automatic reason i got deemed as being “un-sexable” for a nice...

In 1997 a plane called “Mystery” was a plane that nobody knew about. The plane flew from an airport that was not known. The police station got a piece of news that the money from all the banks was gotten stolen all around the world. Then the police thought about the plane when they researched that what was inside that plane, they found out that the plane

had the money that had been stolen every week. The police called a meeting and said “We will attack the plane by doing bomb blast and destroying them,” they planned. The plan was that the plane fly’s at 5:32 am and arrive at 3:55 pm so they thought to send 10 jet planes so that 5 follow the plane and attack the destination, 2 follows and steal all the...

Left.
Step
Duck.
Right.
This was what she liked about combat, it was move and counter move and always moving faster than her opponent. It was a dance with no rests, no pauses, just a streamline of steady cadenzas that grew faster as she willed it. One step after another, she led her prey into an elegant waltz. As the symphony of heartbeats and pulses

roared louder, there was nothing in her mind other than where she was going to land her next blow and whether her opponent was fast enough to predict her next move.
Well, that’s an obvious no.
The male opposite from her frowned with effort, fists clenched and trembling. They both knew if there were any fight left in him, it was none other than the insuffera...

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Another meal was sailing my way. I sang my enticing melody, hypnotizing them into the rocky depths where I roam.
However no sailors hurtled down the sea. Perhaps I am too far away? I swim up closer to the side of the wooden ship.
Instead of a dazed sailor, ropes toppled over me as if I was an ordinary salmon. They reeled me up, the rope scraping against

my scales.


My body is flung onto the dock, the captain stands before me as several women of all ages surround her. No wonder my singing was powerless, sirens had the ability of only luring men sailors.
The captain was, least to say, gorgeous . Her black wavy hair cascaded down her back. I cross my arms over myself, bashful in front of these women....