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Almost everyone has heard the tale of the fabled island, a near-perfect place inhabited by a half-god, half-man race, tragically swept away into the sea to be reverted to a mere legend forever. Atlantis.It was built on storms and earthquakes by Poseidon, the god of the sea, rising from the churning water, bright and glorious like the early morning sun. The city itself was constructed on the crest of a hill, surrounded by ocean as far as the eye c...
The girl rose slowly from dark water, sliding gracefully through it as though the current posed no resistance against her movements. It lapped gently against the shore, creating rivets in the course sand then smoothing it back out as it receded. She stepped, tender footed, onto the beach, her bare feet making soft imprints in the clay. Although she had only just ...
Hastily fastening the brass buttons of his waistcoat, Felix Doyle checked his appearance in the mirror one last time before nodding his approval to his reflection. Every strand of his normally messy, brown hair was slicked back into perfect placement, and his beard and mustache had been neatly trimmed. He was a young man, but already his facial hair was full and was constantly having to be cropped. Looking at his hands i...
I dashed around the corner, slamming into the wall as I overestimated my momentum. Stumbling, I righted myself and sprinted down the alley with all my might. I heard footsteps close behind me and willed my legs to pump faster. My heart was racing, my lungs burned with effort, and I wanted to stop. I wanted to collapse to the ground in exhaustion, but I had to keep going. If I was caught...it would all be over, for me, for everyone. So no matter how strong the temptation was to ...
Emma flopped on her bed, dejectedly throwing her bag on the floor as she did so, tears threatening to spill over. It was worthless. All worthless. All her hard work that she had slaved over for the past ten months down the drain in a matter of minutes. All the late nights, event cancelling, and pages upon pages of essays were pointless now. She had sacrificed so ...
Twenty five-year-old Alfred Parks crammed the last of the crisp papers of the report in his desk then slumped in his chair, sighing contentedly. Raising his arms over his head to ease the cramps in his back and neck that came with bending over the monotonous writing of one of his co-workers, he yawned. Only then did he realize how tired he was - his eyes drooped and his arms felt like lead - and ...
Living for the Lord and the Lord alone.
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