Martin McGreggor
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I'm Martin, author of two non-fiction books covering alternative spiritual practices such as Satanism and Demonolatry. I dispell falacies regarding the world's most misunderstood religion, and help new Satanists define their path.
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A Perfect Peace
It is hard to believe that World War III began, and ended, because of a piece of chocolate cake. But it did. That fateful U.N. summit began like any other. Leaders from every major nation on the planet converged on Rome to decide the issues of the time. Climate change, sustainability, and public health were all topics of particular concern. But before any of that was to occur, all the pomp and ceremony of any major international political event had to take place. Each delegation was pampered and showered with gifts, treats, and delicacies while the leaders of the world schmoozed amongst themselves. It was a time for rallying allies and probing the competition. Presidents, prime ministers, and kings used this first meeting to subtly establish dominance among their peers and set the stage for the talks to come.
By Martin McGreggor5 years ago in Fiction
Timber and Wind
Lightning flashed overhead as the wind battered my weathered frame. I swayed back and forth from the ferocity of it. Above me swirled a churning mass of cloud and thunder. It was a nasty front; a Kansas supercell of biblical proportion. The kind of storm that can alter the world forever. So it was to be for me.
By Martin McGreggor5 years ago in Fiction
Surviving the Wounded Earth
Cheers and jeers erupted from the crowd of spectators as my elbow landed squarely upon my opponent’s jaw. I rode the bucking torso underneath me like a writhing wave of flesh and then landed another blow. A new torrent of sound released from the crowd as the body beneath me went limp, and I knew that the fight was over. The crowd began to settle as I stood up, and I watched them exchange dirty coins and scraps of whatever tech they could find as currency. It would have been an ugly sight under even the best circumstances, but as I walked away from the bloody and battered frame of another fighter, everything about the scene seemed filthy and vile. But the days of lavish stadiums, thousands of fans, and affluent spectators were long gone. I pushed my way out of the pit and through the throng of gamblers and voyeurs as fast as I could.
By Martin McGreggor5 years ago in Fiction
