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The Man from the ForestThe morning was a hazy gray dejected thing; the clouds had given up roaring at Kharas Morn and wept angrily on it. Light meandered into the village an hour late, cold and cheerless. The rain painted the trees in shades of black and gray, and all the buildings were charcoal, and the road was a jet-black river upon which dully colored vehicles chugged. The priestess made her silent, limping rounds about the perimeter of the village with her gray-clad girls following solemnly behind. They waved hissing black clouds of burning sweet-reed to appease the mourning sky gods, that they might pour their vessels of rain just enough to feed the forest, bThe Man from the Forest
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A New EraIt was a night black as sin, so black it had swallowed the moon.A New Era
But hark, what is that? There, upon the highest mountaintop, is the tightly clamped bud of the Heavenly Lotus, emitting a soft pink glow. And lo, it opens, and the sun breaks forth between its petals into brilliant glory. Across the nation -- across the world -- beams of golden light stretch their warm and gentle hands. They touch the faces of the downtrodden and the poor and lift their chins with delicate fingers. The distraught and ragged members of society turn their eyes heavenward, cheeks wet with tears: there, their welfare checks, outlined in starry glory. In
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Ghost excerpt NOW WITH BGSLate afternoon was a deep, delicious gold, with a scattering of Thumbhops chirping and squabbling in every tree. On every side of Kharas Morn, deep in the forest, the roar of the festival could be faintly heard… the buzzing pop music blared out of old speakers, the traditional hooting and clicking of the Priestess, two of her Order, and their acolytes, the bellowing of cart-beasts, and the popping of firecrackers lit by naughty children.Ghost excerpt NOW WITH BGS
Deep within the forest was a very, very old idol. Most of its features had been smoothed away by wind and rain, except for four deep notches where eyes and nostrils had once been, and
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In the Company ofDevilsExcerptShe skirted the bath with a blushing face, using her hands to shield her eyes.In the Company ofDevilsExcerpt
“I don’t look that bad,” Peveril said.
Just as Root had said, there was a closet in the back of the room. She opened the door, and as she did, the streams of light flowing through the channels around the room raced into the closet and lit it up from the ceiling to the floor. She took a deep breath. The closet was bigger than the common room at the inn, filled with bright colors and the sheen of sleek fabrics, the stiff starches of ruffles, and hats with long, colorful, jaunty feathers from birds unknown. She had
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| Long ago, a strange, fat creature crept onto the interwebs. Its name was StarDragonBlue. Contrary to popular belief, it does not actually have some kind of character named StarDragonBlue. Rather, at the tender age of 11, it strung three of its favorite things in a row to make a username. This is ample reason to believe it is some kind of writing genius. Its gender and species is currently unknown. This is because it is mostly invisible. One can only detect a StarDragonBlue if it makes noises, which sound something like the grunting of a wombat. It should not be mistaken for a troll, which, although invisible, is substantially larger and makes louder and more obnoxious sounds. It has no artistic talent or good taste, but enjoys collecting artwork in a large pile deep underground. It also enjoys prowling the internets looking for drama, lurking in dark places with just its eyes showing like a sparkly vampire watching its victim sleep. The StarDragonBlue is usually harmless. If prodded, it will bite; however, as it has no teeth, it does not hurt. When irked, it makes a high-pitched squealing sound that can go on for hours. This sound has been known to drive men mad. These loud cries can only be stopped if the StarDragonBlue is fed Cheetos or chocolate, given a pet fish, allowed to punt a small, bratty child, and/or is given a visit to Starbucks. |
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Everyone's kid is so special. Makes you wonder where all the ordinary adults come from.
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