Reward the Wealthy and Punish the Poor
in this thousands of years old tale, we see the same archetypal narrative emerge on the stage. the doors and darkened passageways by which the characters appear are all different.
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in this thousands of years old tale, we see the same archetypal narrative emerge on the stage. the doors and darkened passageways by which the characters appear are all different.
Chapter 23 Continued........ After we finished breakfast we took a look out side the window, just staring at the ocean. " do you want to go?". I asked. " where?". He asked with a smile.
A messy little kitten got her paw prints all over the paw pad cause she wanted to see what magic her paw prints could do on the paw pad.
Two Years Ago... I drum my fingers against the wooden table. My sigh of frustration echoes throughout the empty house. 'How is it that four letters can shape my life forever?' I think to myself.
I'm going to miss you , your jokes and pokes. The laughs and cats;) my old life is gone and a new one awaits.
Chapter 2 "No, let me come with her, no" Fortis shouts, picks up a stick and attacks Resonare but Umbra turns around quickly and attacks him with a temperamental paralyser thing and he collapses to...
Rain splattered angrily on the stone pavements like miniature bombs; exploding into a big mess as they came into contact with the ground. Amy pulled her hood closer around her face.
"Maria. Take the wheels while I open the hatch. We need to get him in here!", Rose yelled. Maria threw herself into the piloting chair and grabbed a hold of the stick.
I woke up, and the vixen was gone. Without warning, she had simply left. No thank-you, no apology, nothing. I checked outside. No sign of her. I growled and kicked the tree in despair.
Deeper and deeper, The further I fall, Steeper and steeper, This love heals all. Can't get enough, Of all this romance, Call my bluff, I'll take the chance.
I woke up stiff from being curled up in a ball and my face puffy from crying, I walked into the bathroom and splashed some cold water on my face.
I'm Joy, an blonde African girl. I wouldn't say I'm that young because I'm engaged to be married, but girls in our country get married at a very young age.
I trail my fingers through the clear water. Letting the familiarity of the cool caress sooth me.
"I'm leaving," I said, not bothering to listen to her distressed reply. I picked my rucksack from the floor and walked from the room.
i turned 29 years old last week. i am the father of a beautiful 3 year old girl. i was napping in my recliner on my birthday when my wife and daughter came home.
If you turn and walk away, I won't run after you, if I meant that much to you, you would turn around and walk back to me!.
"so what's going on with you and Connor?" my best friend Ellie whispered to me "nothing it's just a rumour" I snapped back.
Chapter 20 John was furious. His wings got bigger and they weren't white, they were black. Dark as the night. He looked at me with his confident eyes. As of he is going to fly away with me. " John.
He held a rose in his hands, and suddenly peace was made..
She was a girl of integrity, Honesty, intelligence, morals and truth.
I stand here, all alone with a desert in front of me, a place abandoned by the old Gods of Creation. They lived here when they first started to mold this planet.
We sat down for dinner, which would have been incredibly tense if it wasn't for Keith, he was constantly cracking jokes and asking Adam and I questions. Eileen, however sat in stony silence.
There's something so enticing about a hopeless case. Like battling on when all the world's against you. And if you win, you're a hero. That's why I took the mission. I don't like the term 'mission'.
Sometimes when I'm confused, Or my mind's completely blank, I go outside, take in the air And sit on the river bank.