*This is only the first 3 pages of a short story I have been working on. Just wanted to see if I am capable of something like this.*
A Man sits in a dark cell awaiting his judgement at the hands of a Holy Order. He reflects on the events that have brought him to this point and what it means to h...
A beautiful song sung by two great souls which is resonating in the numb silence of the universe.A story of red and blue. A story of heat and cool.A story of a HE and a SHE.Story of birth of a black hole.
Some might say he was one of the long-lost breeds of disciplinarians as he ran his school as if he were a sergeant major of an army-camp. He was always snarling out his orders at them and giving them one of his icy cold stares; like a follow-up threat.
His thrown has been challenged. his kingdom is at war. his family's pride has been stripped. his son has been assassinated. half of the city has been destroyed.
but he'll not lose hope. he will fight.
if it's chaos they desire, it's chaos they'll get.
be ready for war, because the king of krusht...
ginny dargen and his wife escalate in nothingness. Hopeing better days in future of promise fall and transcend a gloomy dust haven town in the american mid west to something more familiar in the world.
This is his diary. I was fourntate enough to find it in my travellers over there last year.
| Updated Sep 17, 2014
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