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The Source of the River

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The Source of the River

 The walk to the source of the river is a long one, so Sokhem starts early. He sets out from his small home alongside the road, and begins walking down the highway, headed for the mountain rising from the fields. The countryside near Siem Reap is some of the flattest land in Cambodia, making its sole mountain all the more distinct, visible for miles in every direction. Atop the mountain is the wellspring of the Tonlé Sap River, which feeds the fields and streams across all of northwest Cambodia, eventually filtering down to become the massive Lake Tonlé Sap. Sokhem realized not long ago that the source of the river is no longer

Morning Microfiction 4.29-5.5

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Morning Microfiction 4.29-5.5

4/29 - tower From the tower, he can see all there is in his Kingdom. From the tower, he can rule his lands, protected from all evil. From the tower, he can watch the sun rise over the forests and set over the mountains. From the tower, he can let his dreams wander, as he sleeps comfortably. In the tower, he can hide from the world. In the tower, he can be protected from ever having to talk to a soul. In the tower, he can forget all he ever learned of love. In the tower, he can die in peace. 4/30 - choice He hates that they have made him choose. It is an impossible choice, and he knows it. He has run through every possible option in hi

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Morning Microfiction 4.22-4.28

4/22 -- curio     He examines the strange little trinket, tucked away behind a vase. It's a necklace, but it also looks like it might be some sort of key. The arrangement of jewels on it is quite nice, and the metal beautifully rusted--on closer inspection, it actually seems to match the design of his grandfather's locked trunk in the attic, that he could never manage to open. A quick glance tells him the shopkeeper is looking away, and he flirts with the idea of pocketing it.     Instead, he puts it back on the shelf. It's not really his fiancée's style, after all. 4/23 -- safety The window slammed shu

Two Revolutions

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Two Revolutions

Two Revolutions It's twenty years ago, and there's a revolution. She sees him first running. They are running, both of them, fleeing the oncoming tide of humanity, and their eyes catch each other as they fall. In the midst of a maelstrom of chaos, they find a moment of beauty, and cling to it. It's twenty years later, and there's a revolution. She clings to him, not wanting to let him run. The world is tearing itself apart, and all he wants to do is run. She should let him, she should send him away, she should make him go, but she does not want to. All she can see is chaos, and she is unwilling to let her child vanish into it. She loves

Rain

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Rain

They sit atop the cliff, watching. "Are you sure about this?" His voice is soft. He does not need to speak loudly to be heard, even with the rain. "Of course I am! Stop arguing." As always, her voice is sharp-edged. She doesn't look up from the binoculars as she speaks. "Take a look. Tell me if you see anything different." He obliges, lowering himself to lie prone on the wet stone, and taking the binoculars from her. The rain clouds his vision somewhat, but he can see the lights of the small village below. "I see no change, Am." Am spits on the ground as he sits up. "Of course not. Damn rain. Damn rain." "We don't have to do this." He ha

In Transit

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In Transit

Theirs is not the kind of relationship that needs words. Theirs is a love told in smiles and winks and taps on the wrong shoulder. A love told in gentle touches on the shoulder, in doors held, in missing fares paid. A love told in shoulders slept on and gentle awakenings and eye contact through receding windows. Neither of them remembers who started it, of course, by now. One or the other of them had noticed the beautiful woman, or the beautiful man, sitting opposite them on the bus, every morning and every evening. It had begun with furtive glances, with wry smiles, with amused encouragement. Soon it was no longer sitting across from but

A Quiet Night

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A Quiet Night

    Nothing ever happens on a quiet night in Iowa...     The stars sung silently down at Jake from overhead, and he sent a sighing breath of boredom back at them. In the sprawling fields all around, the crickets chirped on obliviously, lending their voice to the same song that every night sang. Jake's eyes traced the same constellations listlessly, wheedling away the minutes. The boy ran a hand through his sandy hair, briefly considering going home. It was probably past midnight, but his parents had gone to sleep long ago, and wouldn't care when he got home. Besides, it was a hot summer night, and he probably wou
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The Source of the River

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The Source of the River

 The walk to the source of the river is a long one, so Sokhem starts early. He sets out from his small home alongside the road, and begins walking down the highway, headed for the mountain rising from the fields. The countryside near Siem Reap is some of the flattest land in Cambodia, making its sole mountain all the more distinct, visible for miles in every direction. Atop the mountain is the wellspring of the Tonlé Sap River, which feeds the fields and streams across all of northwest Cambodia, eventually filtering down to become the massive Lake Tonlé Sap. Sokhem realized not long ago that the source of the river is no longer

Morning Microfiction 4.29-5.5

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Morning Microfiction 4.29-5.5

4/29 - tower From the tower, he can see all there is in his Kingdom. From the tower, he can rule his lands, protected from all evil. From the tower, he can watch the sun rise over the forests and set over the mountains. From the tower, he can let his dreams wander, as he sleeps comfortably. In the tower, he can hide from the world. In the tower, he can be protected from ever having to talk to a soul. In the tower, he can forget all he ever learned of love. In the tower, he can die in peace. 4/30 - choice He hates that they have made him choose. It is an impossible choice, and he knows it. He has run through every possible option in hi

Morning Microfiction 4.22-4.28

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Morning Microfiction 4.22-4.28

4/22 -- curio     He examines the strange little trinket, tucked away behind a vase. It's a necklace, but it also looks like it might be some sort of key. The arrangement of jewels on it is quite nice, and the metal beautifully rusted--on closer inspection, it actually seems to match the design of his grandfather's locked trunk in the attic, that he could never manage to open. A quick glance tells him the shopkeeper is looking away, and he flirts with the idea of pocketing it.     Instead, he puts it back on the shelf. It's not really his fiancée's style, after all. 4/23 -- safety The window slammed shu

Two Revolutions

T

Two Revolutions

Two Revolutions It's twenty years ago, and there's a revolution. She sees him first running. They are running, both of them, fleeing the oncoming tide of humanity, and their eyes catch each other as they fall. In the midst of a maelstrom of chaos, they find a moment of beauty, and cling to it. It's twenty years later, and there's a revolution. She clings to him, not wanting to let him run. The world is tearing itself apart, and all he wants to do is run. She should let him, she should send him away, she should make him go, but she does not want to. All she can see is chaos, and she is unwilling to let her child vanish into it. She loves

Rain

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Rain

They sit atop the cliff, watching. "Are you sure about this?" His voice is soft. He does not need to speak loudly to be heard, even with the rain. "Of course I am! Stop arguing." As always, her voice is sharp-edged. She doesn't look up from the binoculars as she speaks. "Take a look. Tell me if you see anything different." He obliges, lowering himself to lie prone on the wet stone, and taking the binoculars from her. The rain clouds his vision somewhat, but he can see the lights of the small village below. "I see no change, Am." Am spits on the ground as he sits up. "Of course not. Damn rain. Damn rain." "We don't have to do this." He ha

In Transit

I

In Transit

Theirs is not the kind of relationship that needs words. Theirs is a love told in smiles and winks and taps on the wrong shoulder. A love told in gentle touches on the shoulder, in doors held, in missing fares paid. A love told in shoulders slept on and gentle awakenings and eye contact through receding windows. Neither of them remembers who started it, of course, by now. One or the other of them had noticed the beautiful woman, or the beautiful man, sitting opposite them on the bus, every morning and every evening. It had begun with furtive glances, with wry smiles, with amused encouragement. Soon it was no longer sitting across from but
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The Hope Saga

The Hope Saga

I am serializing a story. It is an AWESOME story. I put months of work into it! I did not write it entirely myself, oh no. It was a roleplay I ran for eight months, with dozens of other players. And now I am cleaning up the logs thereof, and posting them for all to see! Do you enjoy epic adventures? Mysteries and magic? Demons and pilots? Steampunk and weird fantasy? Love and betrayal? Then you'll probably love the Hope Saga! Check it out RIGHT HERE: http://thehopesaga.blogspot.com/2009/04/introducing-hope.html ~Duk

Hope guest players!

Hope guest players!

Hey guys! So, I'm running an ongoing online over-AIM roleplay, called Hope. Rather than have NPCs, I've decided to ask my wonderful friends (you guys!) to play the various side characters! These characters would be in one or two sessions, interacting with the party in exciting ways. We play from 7-10PM PST on Thursday evenings, so if you can't make it then, that is sad. Here is a link to the world background, so you can get an idea of what kind of roleplay it is! It starts with a mood piece. http://gheofabulousduk.livejournal.com/47879.html If you want to play, please drop me a line (bencschwartz@gmail.com), and we'll talk! I'm excited! I

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Bennn? Thank you for the watch!!
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~Duk
Thank you for the watch :)
Thank you for being awesome! It was delightful meeting you at Fanime--on your recommendation, I've now gone through and read the Wiki, and the political situation makes a whole lot more sense. (Rereading the first half of chapter 2 again helped too!)

~Duk
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