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The Kind Lady of Rani

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The Kind Lady of Rani

Once upon a time, there were three Kaeru women from the land of Rani. One day while they were traveling to the market, they came upon the broken-down wagon of a Venal merchant. The three women of Rani assisted the poor merchant to get to the market. When they arrived to market, the merchant expressed his gratitude by allowing the women to take one item of their choice from his wagon. The oldest Kaeru woman, a mother to many children, chose a sack of rice so that she could buy more food for her family. The middle Kaeru woman, a wife new to marriage yet with no children, chose a roll of fine cloth to make clothes for her husband. The youngest

A Winter Anecdote

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A Winter Anecdote

I remember the winter where I was cold and alone. While others were celebrating, I was out in bone-chilling wind as I gathered trash to start a fire. I hate to remember the cold, the fiddling of matches with my tiny and shivering hands, but I have to. I have to remember the cold, the anger, the sadness alongside the warmth, the happiness, and the laughter. If I don’t, I lose sight of who I was and who I am now. Above all, I do it to remember my grandpa. He used to tell me the story of how he found me around this time every year. It was a warm summer day when he was walking along when he heard me crying. He lifted up a tattered blanket

Chronicles of Aumar: 54

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Chronicles of Aumar: 54

Day-off in the Big City A small café with beige walls and a red roof stood snugly between a book store and a tobacco shop in a large open-air marketplace that was shutting down for the day as people passed by the patio where Atticus, wearing a light button-up shirt and some slacks, was sitting with Sarah, dressed in a skirt and blouse. The light of the moon was overpowered by the numerous lamps that gave a short hum at first but soon were warmed up and glowing silently. “This is a nice place, don’t you think?” Atticus asked Sarah. “It kinda reminds me of our first date.” “Yeah, but these people don&rsquo

The Unlucky Werewolf

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The Unlucky Werewolf

In the chilly lands of the north there existed a village of werewolves. While many of the werewolves who lived in the village had humble homes and enough food and money to stay fed, there did live one greedy werewolf who ate the best meat, drank the best beer, and had a magnificent mansion filled with dozens of rooms for his servants since he had no family. Although he inherited much of his fortune, he still worked hard to keep it and was seen as a miser to much of the village. One day a young man dressed in fine clothes and holding black walking staff came through the village of werewolves. He was an odd man who knocked on every door he cou

Tatiana the Sleepy Vampire

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Tatiana the Sleepy Vampire

In the far away land of monsters and ghouls lived a family of vampires atop an ancient hill in a magnificent manor. Among the many residents of this manor was the youngest daughter of the Count and his wife: Tatiana. Tatiana was the baby of the family, the youngest of fourteen brothers and sisters, and was also the one who was easily frightened. Every time it was time to go to sleep, Tatiana would be afraid of humans coming in to stake her in her sleep and always ended up sleeping in her parent's coffin. She was teased by her other siblings because of this but her oldest brother, Alexander, didn't tease her. "Tatiana, why do you fear that h

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A Very Mature Story

Sam Loves Her Melons

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Sam Loves Her Melons

A young woman named Samantha loved making art, and practiced writing all day long to become the very best in all her town. But one day, she was completely stumped. She looked around her room, full of art pieces featuring mystical chickens, sci-fi landscapes of a futuristic Austin, and a portrait of Gary Oldman that looked so real, you could start a conversation with it. But nothing inspired her. Had she really created everything there was to create? Depressed, she looked out her window, and made a wish on a nearby watermelon for inspiration to return to her. The next morning, she sprung out of bed, and used her skill in writing to create the

Great-grampa said what?

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Great-grampa said what?

My great-grandfather used to tell me, "Don't chase after potatoes because you'll only end up with a beach ball in your leg." I never quite understood his advice until one Father's Day, I was gardening with my best friend Suzanne. All of a sudden, we found an underground tunnel! It was dirty and spooky sounds came from deep within. Suzanne saw something interesting inside, jumped in, and I never saw her again. Great-granddaddy was right!

A Hamsteak to Crash

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A Hamsteak to Crash

"We shouldn't do this!" she whimpered. "I think wwe should. You're goin to lovve this," he said with a sly smile. A pale skinned, humanoid creature with yellow-orange horns pertruding from his short, black hair draped his arms around a dark skinned woman with a slight Australian accent. His sunken orange troll eyes, behind black framed glasses, looked deeply into her human white ones. He could see the fear and excitement in her quivvering lip, her heavy breath, and her eyes gleaming with the moonlight above them. "But why? I thought you loved someone else." "My lovve wwas unrequited and noww I desire someone wwho wwill be mine forevver."
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The Unlucky Werewolf

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The Unlucky Werewolf

In the chilly lands of the north there existed a village of werewolves. While many of the werewolves who lived in the village had humble homes and enough food and money to stay fed, there did live one greedy werewolf who ate the best meat, drank the best beer, and had a magnificent mansion filled with dozens of rooms for his servants since he had no family. Although he inherited much of his fortune, he still worked hard to keep it and was seen as a miser to much of the village. One day a young man dressed in fine clothes and holding black walking staff came through the village of werewolves. He was an odd man who knocked on every door he cou

Tatiana the Sleepy Vampire

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Tatiana the Sleepy Vampire

In the far away land of monsters and ghouls lived a family of vampires atop an ancient hill in a magnificent manor. Among the many residents of this manor was the youngest daughter of the Count and his wife: Tatiana. Tatiana was the baby of the family, the youngest of fourteen brothers and sisters, and was also the one who was easily frightened. Every time it was time to go to sleep, Tatiana would be afraid of humans coming in to stake her in her sleep and always ended up sleeping in her parent's coffin. She was teased by her other siblings because of this but her oldest brother, Alexander, didn't tease her. "Tatiana, why do you fear that h

The Conversation

A Very Mature Story

Sam Loves Her Melons

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Sam Loves Her Melons

A young woman named Samantha loved making art, and practiced writing all day long to become the very best in all her town. But one day, she was completely stumped. She looked around her room, full of art pieces featuring mystical chickens, sci-fi landscapes of a futuristic Austin, and a portrait of Gary Oldman that looked so real, you could start a conversation with it. But nothing inspired her. Had she really created everything there was to create? Depressed, she looked out her window, and made a wish on a nearby watermelon for inspiration to return to her. The next morning, she sprung out of bed, and used her skill in writing to create the

Great-grampa said what?

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Great-grampa said what?

My great-grandfather used to tell me, "Don't chase after potatoes because you'll only end up with a beach ball in your leg." I never quite understood his advice until one Father's Day, I was gardening with my best friend Suzanne. All of a sudden, we found an underground tunnel! It was dirty and spooky sounds came from deep within. Suzanne saw something interesting inside, jumped in, and I never saw her again. Great-granddaddy was right!

A Hamsteak to Crash

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A Hamsteak to Crash

"We shouldn't do this!" she whimpered. "I think wwe should. You're goin to lovve this," he said with a sly smile. A pale skinned, humanoid creature with yellow-orange horns pertruding from his short, black hair draped his arms around a dark skinned woman with a slight Australian accent. His sunken orange troll eyes, behind black framed glasses, looked deeply into her human white ones. He could see the fear and excitement in her quivvering lip, her heavy breath, and her eyes gleaming with the moonlight above them. "But why? I thought you loved someone else." "My lovve wwas unrequited and noww I desire someone wwho wwill be mine forevver."

The Chronicles of Aumar: 53

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The Chronicles of Aumar: 53

Blessings of the Elder Mystery "I see… so Kashad has died and his great-grandson is the new chief?" Solomon stated with everyone back in his office. Atticus was sitting across from his desk with a cup of tea in hand. "Yes, Loremaster. Chief Rayya will strive to bring prosperity to his people," Atticus replied. "They denied to aid the Allies but directed us to seek the Views for aid." "That might not be easy," Oren replied, sitting between Luca and Doug on a plush couch. "The Views have been incredibly defensive ever since they were ravaged by the Caprican Plagues. Not only that, but they're the only native peoples of this land who act

The Chronicles of Aumar: 52

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The Chronicles of Aumar: 52

The Heroes of Old, Part II Atticus climbed back down the hole to find Kashad standing up and wearing what he could be describe as battle garb. In Kashad's ancient right hand was a club-like weapon with a jagged dark rocks that were dug deep around the knob while his left had a large, round shield made of wood and covered with leather branded with the runes that Atticus had now come to associate with the Zi'dane. Kashad wore the pelt of a tombaz as a cape while underneath the pelt was a leather chest plate and bangles made of beads around each of his wrists and ankles. Around his waist was what looked like a single sheet of leather wrapped ar

Feline Friend

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Feline Friend

Cat, cat, Where are you cat? There you are cat! How about that?
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Suddenly, from the void...

Suddenly, from the void...

Hey guys! Just thought I'd give y'all an update of sorts because, well... I've been kinda absent for a long time and busy these last few days. First off, Happy Valentine's Day. Even if you're not in a relationship, remember that someone loves you and you'll find someone who completes you. There's over seven billion people on the planet and I imagine all of my followers live in countries with a population of at least one million people or more. Don't lose hope! And if you do have a special someone, I hope you did something special while making fun of the holiday like most people do. Secondly, where the hell have I been? Well, here. I just ha

Story thing between me and Deliciousbutdeadly!

Story thing between me and Deliciousbutdeadly!

It was a quiet afternoon, a lazy day with a cold grey sky, as a clocked ticked away to ensure that there was no deafening silence in the small study. A ceiling fan lethargically spun clockwise as a young woman with thick glasses and long, dark brown hair kept in a pony tail sat with her legs tucked under her as she relaxed on a couch, glancing through an old book with a navy blue cover. The musty smell of book permeated the study as the crackle of the turning of a page brought about a perceived change in the noise level of the room, a type of change one should expect in a public library rather than a personal study. It was a quiet afternoon,

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DafooseHobbyist Digital Artist
Hey King Attitus, I'd like to call in a favor for making your wallpapers.

Come visit the Avatar Refuge for the Anniversary.
^^
KingAtticusHobbyist Writer
I don't imagine you'd still need my assistance after so long, eh?
DafooseHobbyist Digital Artist
Nah, that place is toast. Pretty sure it's infected with phishers and crazy people.
KingAtticusHobbyist Writer
Haha! Well it was created as an act of rebellion against a site nobody would even go to anymore like we used to all those years ago so I reckon anyone left there would have to be crazy. And phishers are a strange yet expected result of the weird digital ecosystem we all inhabit :P
DeliciousbutdeadlyStudent General Artist
Hello how are you? I miss our little chats. Take care :)
KingAtticusHobbyist Writer
I've been busy. If it ain't work it's me wasting my free time. Also, I just haven't been coming here as often as I used to. :noes:

And yeah, I miss them too. :(
DeliciousbutdeadlyStudent General Artist
Lol no worries. Starting a new job as a pet bather and finishing school.