"Most assuredly, I say to you, the hour is coming, and now is, when the dead will hear the voice of the Son of God; and those who hear will live. For as the Father has life in Himself, so He has granted the Son to have life in Himself, and has given Him authority to execute judgement also, because He is the Son of Man. Do not marvel at this; for the hour is
coming in which all who are in the graves will hear His voice and come forth -- those who have done good, to the resurrection of life, and those who have done evil, to the resurrection of condemnation."
Mick spat on the ground at the words. 'Can't believe preachers are still peddling that crap. We're twenty years into this goddamn war, and there ain't no ...
One summer morning a little tailor was sitting on his board near the window, and working cheerfully with all his might, when an old woman came down the street crying,
"Good jelly to sell! good jelly to sell!"
The cry sounded pleasant in the little tailor's ears, so he put his head out of the window, and called out,
"Here, my good woman—come here,
if you want a customer."
So the poor woman climbed the steps with her heavy basket, and was obliged to unpack and display all her pots to the tailor. He looked at every one of them, and lifting all the lids, applied his nose to each, and said at last,
"The jelly seems pretty good; you may weigh me out four half ounces, or I don't mind having a quarter ...
Leuthra squinted through the settling merel-dust at the last seven stairs above her, at the open doorway. The next-to-last doorway, if the proclamation had ben true, before she would meet the queen she’d come to challenge. She hadn’t expected to get this far; she’d thought there would be guards, monsters, poison in the air… but so far it seemed the
queen might mean to keep her word: the one brave enough to challenge her alone would meet her alone. Certainly she’d kept her word about the speed and thoroughness with which any larger rebellion would be crushed. Leuthra wasn’t fool enough to trust her, for all that--hence the merel-dust pouch at her belt.
As a golden emblem, the sun lay high in the sapphire sky. Vapors of steam rose from the mounds of snow about, while whispering hisses emerged from the crackling ivory ground. If any man dared to stare long enough, he would have gone blind, for the sun glistened upon the snowy earth quite brightly. Yet within the frozen, melting snow, there ran a red
On the frozen tundra lay a stretch of motionless men covered in blood stained armor. The giants from the north, with their fair blonde hair, had battled against the men of King Abhor, whose kingdom lied far to the east.
Two forms could still be seen moving amongst the slain, and one was a giant. The giant stood tall with his firmly carved arms, sculptur...
Charlie always plays with Seth, Mic, Celia, Amy and Lucy in the orchard under the citrus trees after the day’s fulfillments. The children are all expected to meet in the library at 7 am every morning for math, literature and lecture on all subjects valued by the community. The children then have to attend hands on learning and contribute to the small
society. Charlie knew he would marry Celia, his paring had been arranged by the scientists in his community before he was in his mother's womb. He knew Seth and Lucy would marry and Amy and Mic would marry. They all knew how many children they each would have and they knew how their genetic lineage would pair off for optimal human creation for the next 7 generati...
Long ago, in the Caves of Hrothgar, ruled a Dwarf king with three sons. The first son, Galar, was valiant and noble to his kinsmen, the second son, Grerr, was cunning and devious, but Caelan, the last son, who was the strongest of his brothers had mental ailments.
Now, as the days of the king waned, Goblin hoards rose up from the southern caves. The king
ordered his sons to go down and make peace with the Goblins, but all went awry.
"Grerr, when father hears of this, he will have your head!" shouted Galar, panting for breathe.
"The old fool should have known it would never work!" Grerr retorted, chasing his brother "Besides, that Goblin king deserved what I said to him!"