The New World: Chapter 10 by The-Monoblos, literature
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The New World: Chapter 10
Religion, or whatever people believe in, is an interesting thing because it requires people to believe what they’re told. Knowledge is control over the masses. There are many cases in which control is quite forceful but religion, it would seem, is not one of these cases. People want to believe in it; not strictly believe exactly what they’re told perhaps but there are elements in sermons and preaches that adhere to what we truly want to believe in. That there is something more to life.
Nicolas Worthing
A study on the condition of being human
X
December, 2E.1064; on an island in the Vimé lagoon
The mist hung in the a
The New World: Chapter 9 by The-Monoblos, literature
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The New World: Chapter 9
“For years I hunted down those bastards, getting closer and closer, and then they’d vanish I’d have to start all over again. At times it would seem hopeless and I would return home, to Léo, to Caterina. And then everything would be better again.”
Hassan of the House of Allarror
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December, 2E.1057; the home of Gian Regaino, in the town of Léo.
“When is dad’s ship getting in uncle Gian?”
“Caterina, you know how much Hassan doesn’t like it when you call him ‘dad’.”
“Yes, but…”
“But what?”
“Hassan doesn’t li
The New World: Chapter 8 by The-Monoblos, literature
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The New World: Chapter 8
The subject, or the protagonist, of a story, is often referred to as being the character subjected to the story. And the story gives them an arc to play out, a journey to undergo. However, we create stories in our lives with ourselves as protagonists, and we interact with hundreds of other stories going on at the same time – those of other people. A story of fiction then, that we may ground ourselves in, also takes in this level of interaction and merging together. This means that we may find a number of protagonists to the stories we tell. Know then that an antagonist (a person or force who represents a direct contradiction to the succ
The New World: Chapter 7 by The-Monoblos, literature
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The New World: Chapter 7
Following the death of Emperor Victor Francisco in 2E.1048 the imperial courts went into meltdown. After the death of a revolutionary who had left no heir, the empire was in dire straits – a regency council was declared (said council would later take full power) but it was across the burning sea in the new continent where the empire truly lost control. It was now that the new world gained its second name – the name still used by inhabitants of Vimé and Rialto today – The Independence States.
Imperial historian Anna Avana
One-hundred years on; The life of Victor Francisco
Politics is solely for the politicians. Unfortu
They speak of a creature.
Who does?
Hush, child. You asked for a story; I seek your well-being. This will fit both purposes.
But who says it?
I do. Now be silent, and listen.
They speak of a creature. Out in the ocean of sand, there lives a creature called the Skawl. It is a thing of silence and then sudden noise, or blindness and stumbling and then pain, and silence forever after.
What does it look like?
Only a few know. The ones who have seen it and live tell tales of a creature, brown and red like the sand itself, arms all along its body in a spiral from its head. It swims through sand as easily as a fish swims through water or a bir
Part fourteen: Blood, Ascension, The Overlord by michaelhardcore13, literature
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Part fourteen: Blood, Ascension, The Overlord
He knelt near the edge of cosmic darkness, as if before a king, no, he was a king, as if before an emperor. He removed his crown. Why should a king remove his crown? It was a high crown, an ancient diadem kept by a purer magic. I felt it, my opened heart felt it, there was an older power here...
...something whispered, something stirred, a breadth, a summons, that opened an anomalous link to that which had not been called in a tomb keeper's aeon. It became soon a gyre of voices about the crown. They spiraled out and filled me with an inhuman melody that made my body became unbound, I was afloat upon the waves of its symphony, music rose to a
Back in the halls again. Kai took off t'do somethin' that I don't care about, an' I haven't touched base with Noah yet. So it's jus' me. And me. Who are you? Deep down, you know. Deep down, I think I'm too young t'be hearin' voices in my head.
It's been quiet. An' it's dat quiet that worries me. The same people, runnin' through da same thangs, jus' tryna get by. Children of all high school ages are found by their lockers or by the restrooms. Some are rushing to get to their next class. Others are not.
Don't get it twisted, doe. It's as loud as an ancient comic-con up in dis piece. Kids always be actin' like wild animals when they gatha.
From creases in feathers
Numb peaces in pleasures
Haue gavel and gravel undertow
And peaches in peppers
Come preaches in stoppers
With banging pits of wax moth parts
In buckles of castles
Tall clanging of tassels
Haue breathing down beating kneader bow
And speckles in letters
And wrinkles in betters
Place ranging shots on fall leaf’s hearts
Have nilling to amber
Teas swilling their number
Haue instance from constant hemispheres
Add creatures their shackles
And spelling its hackles
Make bottles rung of burning barks
From hutches swell vinum
On crutches of venom
Haue watching with the bleeding remote
From wresting clear houses
And list