JakeDanger2000
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Borscht
Now, I’m nobody’s food chef or connoisseur. I’m usually an “eat the beans straight from the can” kind of guy. Only when I’m absolutely popping with ingenuity, will I mix an egg into my ramen and pat myself on the back for being a culinary genius. Bon appétit.
By JakeDanger20005 years ago in Wander
Eden
To the right of the footpath leading up to the old lean-to, a slab of bark marked 'Eden', was mounted in the fork of an autumn spire. On the left, bound to another tree of the same ilk hung the long-dead remains of a little forgotten youth. Now no more than a bundle of bones and tattered wolf skins. A gas mask hung from the howling skull. A bullet hole through one of the shattered lenses and a crushed temple declared how he had died. The lean-to was a log cabin half-carved and half-built into the side of the mountain, in some by-gone era by some unknown forester. In the World Before, it would have hardly been acknowledged as an eyesore and dismissed as nothing more. For years it stood forgotten, its thatched roof failing, chimney crumbling and inside littered with rusty cast iron effects; sadly awaiting the day of the surveyor and the bobcat. It had now been nine summers since the two had happened upon it. In the now called, Times of Trouble, as the World Before thrashed out its fiery swan song, they had come up this mountain limping, starving, bloody and exhausted. The eyesore to them had been a haven. Eden, they had come to call it, today bore little resemblance to a ramshackle hutch, and save for the grisly warning at the head of the path, held all the promise of an old-time homestead.
By JakeDanger20005 years ago in Fiction
