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  1. And the Sun Will Come Again

    Before the gods came into the world was Tammana, she who sowed the seeds of
    life and was herself the self-sown seed of life. Her gardens were the whole world and with her a race of seven beautiful girls walked the paths of the world garden, tending, watering, pruning and reaping. Each one was a radiant beauty, the sheen of sweat on their bodies reflecting the sun as they labored. One day, seven stars fell from the sky, and from them came seven strange beings to the outer reaches of the garden.
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  2. How the Pot Called the Kettle Black and What Happened in Consequence


    One time there was a very fine house in the country and a very rich gravio called
    Hoght and he lived there with his wife and family and all his household. He was not only very rich, but he was also very proud. So proud indeed was Hoght that when he came to the City, he went around with his nose in the air as if he could scarcely deign to breathe the same air as the people in the street around him.
    This pride of the gravio’s was terribly infectious. Not only was the gravio proud, but
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  3. King of Tides

    King of Tides

    Jack Tregary

    When I was a kid, I had this little old storybook that dad brought home from one of his trips. Every time I missed him or couldn’t sleep at night, mum would read it for me. My favourite story, the one my mind always played out for me more vividly than others, was about a Kridian king who went to the shore of a great sea and waited for high tide. And when high tide came, he stood up, spread his big, strong arms and commanded the sea to yield ...

    Updated 1-23-17 at 3:16 PM by ATKH (fixed a typo)

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  4. The Sacrifice

    “Volka warriors are made of hardened stones. When we walk upon the mud caked earth, the very soil shakes to its core. We march for days on end, without complaint and without regrets — for we live for war. We nourish it; cherish it; die for it. Imagine yourself as an arrow readied for the bow. One day you will be a weapon capable of piercing through the enemy,” his father had said, before he had died on the battlefield, as a stray spear pierced through his one remaining right eye and jutted out the ...
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  5. A Titanfall Inspired Story

    The day was lost. The enemy had routed our forces to nothing, crushing us in an ambush. Despite a valiant effort, there was no other option left to us now other than retreating. One of my arms had been blown off at the elbow, the hinge destroyed and wires sparking and hissing angrily.

    I ran across the wall, dodging bullets as they flew my way. With a vault and a scrambling climb, I'm on the roof, still sprinting for dear life.

    "Head to the extraction point, Corporal," ...
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