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What Made The Black Death (The Plague) so Deadly? . Content Warning.
What Made The Black Death (The Plague) so Deadly? In the ominous October of 1347, twelve foreboding ships dropped anchor at a Sicilian port, heralding the arrival of a calamity that would echo through the annals of history. Approaching vessels were greeted not by the anticipation of trade or camaraderie but by a grisly spectacle. Almost all aboard were either lifeless or clinging to the fringes of existence, their bodies disfigured by blackened boils that oozed blood and pus. The Sicilian authorities, confronted with this ghastly scene, urgently demanded the departure of the ships. Yet, as the vessels set sail, the irreversible had occurred—the Black Death had infiltrated Europe, marking the onset of one of the most devastating pandemics in human history.
By mara alsha2 years ago in Chapters
Pain's Prisoner
We all have a sad story to tell. Something that someone did to us, said to us. Maybe it was something we did to ourselves. We sit in the corner of a dark room filled with smoke and liquid poison and try to drown away our agony. Does it help? How can I, as a person, take every bad memory and stuff it into a metaphorical box and hide it away from myself? The reality is you cant. You can not escape what has happened to you because it has now made you who you are. You can not get rid of your pain without essentially demolishing YOU. So you take what you have, use it and alter it into something that you can live with. Find you "silver lining" they say. How can you be this depressed when you have so many great things to live for? My story is mine and mine alone. If I want to wallow in self-pity and immobilize myself until I can't recognize my reflection, is that not my right?
By Kelsey Swim2 years ago in Chapters
Dinner with her friends
Chapter 4: Dinner with her friends Chapter 3 is linked here. When Robert entered the room the guy turned and looked at him for a few seconds, before smiling and walking to the door. At the door he stopped and turned to John, speaking softly in Chinese with what could be only described as malice in his eyes, before exiting the room. Robert didn’t understand what the guy said but, by the look in John’s eyes, he could see that it was obviously a threat of some kind.
By Gerald Holmes2 years ago in Chapters










