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Campren - Story 1, Chapter 4 The Sword of Reinn, which Geoffrey carried, was immensely beautiful. The blade was made of solid diamond and the hilt was golden and studded with a plethora of precious gems, but neither Campren nor Geoffrey cared in the slightest. They had other things on their minds. During their walk down the valley from the Palace of the Three Stone Princesses, neither of them spoke a single word.
"See?" Campren finally said, finally breaking the silence as the two approached the Cave of the Life Eater. "The sun's up and I'm not devouring your soul."
"I'm not goin
The Three Stone Princesses There once a king and queen of a wealthy kingdom, and though the royal couple desperately wanted children, they were unable to have any of their own. One day, the king decided that if he and his wife could not naturally have a child, they would have to seek the help of a fairy. The king's advisors warned that dealing with fairies often had disastrous consequences, but the king was adamant.
The king journeyed through the hills and valleys of the land in search of a fairy that could help him. When he reached the river where such a fairy was said to live, the king said,
Campren - Story 1, Chapter 3 Geoffrey stormed down the steps of Tel Mache with furious speed while Campren struggled to keep up.
"Wait up!" Campren hollered, "I don't know the way out!"
"We have to hurry; Gentry wouldn't say how long we have until the poison takes effect."
"But what about my jacket's function?"
"I highly doubt that it will protect you from something that takes you out from the inside. However, if you'd like, you can wait here and find out."
Campren ran his fingers through
Campren - Story 1, Chapter 2 As Campren regained consciousness, he made four realizations in quick succession: firstly, that the bed that he was lying on was far too comfortable to be his own. Secondly, as he opened his eyes, he found that he was not on a bed at all, but rather a patch of abnormally thick and fluffy grass. Thirdly, he was still underground, but grass, flowers, bushes, and trees were growing from the cave floor, aided by small rays of sunlight that peeked through a few openings in the top of the cave. Finally, he heard the faint sound of a violin in the distance.
"What happened?" Campren scream
Campren - Story 1, Chapter 1 "Please hear me out!" the old gentleman yelled to the increasingly violent crowd. "I know that with every passing day, our numbers have grown smaller. But I tell you, put your fears to rest! Our time of salvation is at hand. I have found the One! The one who has come to our world to slay this terrible beast that has been plaguing us. And don't worry; he will not turn out like the others. I am certain that I have the right man this time."
Campren wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead. He didn't want to run anymore. He didn't even know why he was running. Yet he ran anyway, his s
She decided a young woman like her had no business being imperfect. Impurities had to be expelled from her life, no matter the cost. A universal remover promised to be her savior. It lived up to its commercials, doing away with the stains that disgraced her floor and some of the walls.
Would domestic hygiene free her from being flawed? Doubtful. This product guaranteed to exterminate any kind of filth. Could it go beyond the material things? She rubbed the substance on her forehead, and conjured as many negative thoughts as possible. They were recalled, only to vanish from memory a second after.
Satisfied? Not quite. Even the good recollect
glass in the tidegradac, croatia; summer.
it is a town climbed up from the sea:
a salt hymn, an exhalation, a brightly calcified
spray. the houses here are overgrown
as wildflowers, paths like tiny winding veins
sprung alive between them. from my balcony i watch
the sun crest slowly into afternoon,
and mothers lead their children
down stone slopes, arterial pull
to the water. by the shore,
vendors sell bottles of olive oil, salt,
sage, gathering up anything with the taste
of what mystery inhabits the air—brimming over
the glass lips, a curving kind of joy,
the whole earth, a bowl of it.
at night, my uncle drinks beer
and i drink wine. he watches
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