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Málaga, Spain 1484
I stand shoulder to shoulder with my brothers in arms as the Christian armies approach. I grip my spear and prepare to fight. In less than a minute they have broken our lines. I hardly comprehend the arrow in my chest before I die knowing that this is the end of the Emirate of Grenada.
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Hey,
Well I made it, The journey to make it here was rough. I first ran out of gas on the drive. Apparently my gas gauge was broken. Luckily I just passed a gas station about a mile back. The walk there sucked but I made it. When I went into the gas station to see if I could get a gas can I made a terrible mistake. There standing in front of me were 3 people robbing the place. Reflexively I turned around but all I heard was, “Take another step”. Welp now I am now out of gas and being robbed. Worst road trip ever. After taking all my money and some candy bars from the shelf next to me the robbers fled the scene. Luckily an Old man gave me some money for some gas and a ride back to my car.
Dear Nolan,
Mom left again.
I’m fine. Dad’s not. He’s up all night and won’t say anything. I wish you would come visit. I miss you, we all miss you.
No one knows where she went this time. Rumors are spreading about her going down to Texas to be with Uncle Dave. But we both know she would never do that. We both know exactly where she’s at.
Please get back to me, Love you!
Storm
Wind rushed past me, increasing from a calming breeze to a gail. My hair breaks free from its braid, swirling violently around my head as my sun hat flies away. Chills enter my body as the fierceness of the wind tears my dress in all directions. As I struggle to reach safety the sky darkens, clouds appearing as if by magic. Crack! The sound is deafening. All I see is white. All I feel is pain. Branching through my body, from as single spot on my head.
“Did I just get struck by lightning?”
It was my last thought, before darkness consumed me.
We board the ship at dawn. Conditions are perfect. The sails billow. We move swiftly. Miles from home. The sky darkens. Winds pick up. The seer was wrong. The rains come. Zeus sends his wrath. Our sails burn. Fire is everywhere. There is no hope. Poseidon takes us.
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I had just finished making it. It had taken me days, and now where is it? Deep in the belly of Lucy. Right now, I don’t love Lucy. *sigh* Guess I’ll have to wait a few days, while adamantly rinsing her waste. What fun. It was perfect too. Eloquently crafted with love, as they say. It is my fault for being proud of it; why, it never stood a chance! From the moment it was finished, raised level to my eyes (so I could admire it, of course), it was Lucy’s lunch. I guess next time I won’t be so proud! *sigh* Now off to the yard; I see Lucy taking care of business.
why i’m not a pharmacist
This story isn’t about how I poisoned Jackie Jemson in the fourth grade. This story isn’t about my fascination with an apothecary friar in the 1968 production of Romeo and Juliet. This story isn’t about how I meticulously peeled styrofoam labels off Very Fine Juice bottles, filled each with varying levels of well-water and Crayola watercolors, and placed them into the lacquered doll cupboard––as if each held a promise, a solution to my problems. This isn’t about Jackie’s mom calling at 3:45 PM on a summer Sunday to ask what I’d given her child. This isn’t about how she stayed on the line, the plastic yellow receiver swinging from its its cradle on the kitchen wall. This is about a child’s instinct to cower––thighs to chest, forehead to knees––as the hinges were ripped off the lacquered doll cupboard, as the glass jars exploded on impact and pastel water pooled across the laminate floor.Â
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“I need your half of the key,” said Fanor.
“Why would I give it to you? You want to use it to help the humans with the power of gods. They shouldn’t have it,” Ranor said sharply, “they don’t deserve it.”
Fanor, drawing his blade, starting approaching his brother.
“You will give it to me, or I’ll cut you down where you stand. We have to help them, nurture them, and protect them. They are a young race. They deserve that from us.”
“No! I will NOT bow down to humans! We are gods! We must be feared, worshiped, revered. Not come to their every call! I will put you down then destroy the humans!” bellowed Ranor.Â
This confrontation was expected. Fanor and Ranor haven’t seen eye-to-eye in nearly 2 millennia. After their youngest brother sided with Fanor, Ranor has been on a warpath to prevent humans from expanding and growing. Ranor will do anything to undermine his brother.
“Then it must be done. I will do what I must to protect them,” Fanor sighed. Fanor was faster, but Ranor was stronger. Ranor dodged the blade of Fanor and counterattacked with a solid hit to Fanor’s jaw.
“Stay out of my way, or you’ll get much worse,” Ranor stated, “this will not end well for you. I will send you to the Amaranthion Underworld where you can reflect on all of your poor choices.”
Fanor knew he couldn’t win on speed alone. He let his brother go, along with the other half of the key. There will be another opportunity. The fate of humans, elves, dwarves and even the gods, requires the key.
