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What weapon do you choose, they ask, to die by Words. I wish a weapon of words. Stronger than tempered steel, more dependable than any blade And they came to her, with blades, and steel, and anger, and she bared them to their souls One by one they fell, to an invisible blade that sc... - Fiction > Historical FictionFriday, March 13th, 1739 Dear Mother and Father, I’m ecstatic that I’m able to be writing this to you. I wanted to tell you that I’m alive, if not very well. Abubacar was not as lucky. I’m sorry. He did die before he had to undergo many of the horrors, so thank the Lord for his merci...
- Fiction > Action-AdventureLeading a group of Niravasi across the mountains isn’t easy. Less so when they aren’t sure that doing so is what they want to do. Even less so when they are being forced to leave everything they love and care about behind. But it is made a fraction easier if they trust you with every fiber of t...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionThe small room was as I had remembered it: with the small table in one corner holding a oversized lamp we had made together, the miniscule flowers frozen forever in their attempt to consume the shade; the piano sitting in the center of the room, our pride and joy for which we had saved so long to b...
- Nonfiction > AcademicIn English class, we have been learning to become comma ninjas. Many of us entered training flailing our appendages, having no idea what we were doing. I feel that I at least knew which end to pick up my sword from, if you know what I mean. I could use most of the patterns, but not all of them. Thi...
- Fiction > Historical FictionAkracia was originally settled by the Atoka, who were a nomadic people. They followed the herds of animals, occasionally growing crops, but more often not. Eventually they split into two groups, one more agricultural, the other still nomadic. These groups spread throughout Akracia, becoming smaller ...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionI was born to rule. My family had ruled for generations, throughout almost all of recorded history in Akracia. Some would say that this fact makes us monarchs, but I disagree. We are here because that is what the people have chosen, what we have chosen, for hundreds, even thousands of years. I’ve ...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionThe bright, warm, orange fire sent sparks shooting into the night, where they hovered for a moment before they disappeared. The sounds of the horses and cattle, the fire, and the soft noises the cowboys themselves made mixed and mingled into the strange music of the night. “Any songs for toni...
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