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Magic Robren
The wind sliced around them, laced with the chill of an early winter. The dazzling city skyline behind them melted into the smooth swirls of the Milky Way above. Hecate drifted through the night sky with little urgency, almost amused by the tiny rebels flanking her. She would’ve ditched them out of sheer boredom—if not for the strange pull she felt toward this bold little witch who dared disturb her realm in this neon age.
By waseem khan7 months ago in Fiction
The Prince of Edgerton
I don't know who to marry. I don't know what woman would fulfill the role of my grandmother. My grandmother was Queen for forty years and she was well loved. It's gonna be hard to replace her. Everyday I think of my grandmother because she raised me. My mother died when I was born. And I never knew her that well but thank God for grandmother who guided me through all my years of growth and development. My father placed me in her care because of his grief over mother's death. My mother was in line to replace my grandmother as the Queen and Monarch. And my father would have been her consort King. This is the tradition of Edgerton since the 14th Century. And now I am placed with the task of finding a spouse. Even royal training could not prepare me for this. Prince Edward Prince Edward you needed. I have found thirteen women who matched what you are looking for in a woman. Some are smart. Some are talented. Some are witty. Some are pleasant. And all are beautiful. Hmm let me look at their names. No no no I don't know about this. I don't know about that. I don't know this. Well it is gonna take me some time here. I would leave the list with you. And after days it took me sometime because Edgerton would not bow to any Queen. They wanted a Queen with the right name and beauty and elegance. And it is very hard choosing a mate with these names. Plus some of them are hard to pronounce. I got to find out more about these ladies and choose the right one. And the Prime Minister pronounced the names. And so I asked for their middle names. Ohh I like Alexandrina. Or maybe Victoria. Or maybe Katherine. Yeah I think one of those may make a great Queen. And the Prime Minister of Edgerton told the ladies about their selection. And Prince Edward met with them individually. And they were all lovely and well dressed and elegant in their own way. And the Prime Minister asked Prince Edward but Prince Edward was enjoying the loveliness of the ladies and was caught in their gaze. And so the Prime Minster conducted the selection process. And the Prince asked the questions. And the questions was what is your background? What's your personal interest? And how old are you?. Katherine said i am from a prestigious family, my father was a loyal subject advanced by the Queen to do noble tasks and to represent the throne. He did this for many years and never regretted it. He loved to work for the Royal Family and build up his country. I am an independent woman. I walk in my father's footsteps. And I do not need much help. I am clever and smart enough to do what I need to do. And I just look for my future husband to do the same. And I am five years older than you my Prince. Then it was Victoria, I come from a business family, my family served the Crown by serving the Queen on many occasions. We were proud to help with State's dinners and serve diplomats around the world. I am very dependent because my father taught me that I should look to my future husband for advice. And that I should submit to him and ask him what I need all the time. I am very loyal and my wish is your wish my Prince. And I am eight years older than you. Finally it was Alexandrina, my parents died when I was young and I was adopted by one of your Honorary Generals. I never knew much about my parents except that they were in love for the short time that they lived. They were dedicated to each other. They were fighting for each other. And like Romeo and Juliet they died together. And I promise to find a love like my parents no matter how long and no matter how short. so the world would know that I have love and that love is amazing, wonderful and moving. I am not dependent or independent. I preferred to be both because you never know when you need your love or your love need you. And life has many courses and changes that you cannot predict. And I am the same age as you Oh Fair Prince. So the Prince Minister interrupted and escorted the Prince out. And the Prime Minister decided and Prince Edward said grandmother told me one thing that she remembered about mother and father that convinced them that they had love, it was a dance. I would like to dance with Alexandrina. And so the Prime Minister escorted Alexandrina into the dance hall. And the music played as Prince Edward stared at Alexandrina and Alexandrina stared at Prince Edward. And Prince Edward asked her to dance. And she said she did not know how. And he offered to lead her. And they danced lovely, elegantly and beautifully. And after several songs Alexandrina tripped on the Prince and they kissed. So Alexandrina became Queen and they lived happily ever after.,
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous7 months ago in Fiction
MISSING: A World War II Story of Love, Friendship, Courage, and Survival
On the ninth day of the brutal Battle of the Bulge in December 1944, 2nd Lt. Donald N. Evans, a young American fighter pilot, flew his P-47 Thunderbolt over the icy forests of Belgium. The mission was routine—until enemy fire ripped through his aircraft. With only seconds to spare, Don bailed out of his burning plane, parachuting into the bitter cold and snow-covered chaos below. He landed behind enemy lines, wounded and alone, with a shattered leg and no clear direction to safety.
By Israr khan7 months ago in Fiction
The Riverside Road - Part One
“Mr. Li, this letter appears to be the last words written by your late son, Hudson. We found it in your room, and it appears to be addressed to you.” Detective Williams produced a folded envelope and handed it across to the man dressed in mourning clothes beside him.
By Matthew Yu7 months ago in Fiction
Digital Dust
The data morgue smelled like ozone and loneliness. Maya adjusted her luminescent hazmat suit’s hood, the hiss of filtered air her only companion. Before her stretched Server Vault 7—miles of abandoned user profiles, decaying chat logs, and forgotten memories scheduled for permanent deletion. Her job: scrub digital graves clean.
By Habibullah7 months ago in Fiction
The Neighbor’s Note
Chapter One: Rain and Silence Rain poured down like it had something to prove. Ava Winters curled on her couch in Apartment 3B, listening to the storm batter the windows. The power had been out for hours. Her tea was cold, her book unread. Flickering candles cast long shadows over her tiny living room. Outside, the wind howled through the city like a creature searching for something.
By Shakespeare Jr7 months ago in Fiction
A Love Without Borders: Jordan and Pitiuruk's Remarkable Journey How far would you go for love?
A Love Without Borders: Jordan and Pitiuruk's Remarkable Journey How far would you go for love? For 26- year-old Jordan Hauenschild, an adventurous woman from the Gold Coast of Australia, the answer turned out to be more than 13,000 kilometers — all the way to the heart of the Amazon jungle. In a time when most modern relationships begin in the same city or at least the same country, Jordan’s story is a rare reminder that love, when it’s real, knows no boundaries.
By Israr khan7 months ago in Fiction
Do You Believe in Ghosts?
A dense fog covered the sleepy town of Raventhorne as if nature itself was hiding something it didn’t want seen. Nestled deep within the woods, this forgotten place bore secrets older than its cracked cobblestone streets. The locals rarely spoke after dark and locked their doors before the sun dipped behind the ancient pine trees. And for good reason.
By Lana Rosee7 months ago in Fiction
