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Dust Devil Dimensions
Chapter 7 – Back to Reality I looked at the road ahead. It seemed to be mile after mile of the same horse path, winding along. The car was objecting to the rocks that I was doing my best to avoid. There was no sign of the dust devil that had gotten us into this. It was up to it to get us out and hopefully put us on the right road to our son Billy and his wife, Joanne's, house. I could see no sign of the dust devil.
By Robert Taylor5 years ago in Futurism
Living Forever
I'm 500 years old today. So I guess I'll tell the story of how I came to live forever. I woke up at about 6AM on April, 04, 2020. The morning was dew & I remember feeling like the Corona Virus was putting on the perfect display of nature's segregation laws. Like an orchestra & its conductor. I miss those days. I decided within minutes of waking up that I would go for a walk, not to any destination, I would just go wherever my feet take me! This was always the best choice when travelling.
By Daniel Harewood5 years ago in Futurism
The Alchemist's Practice Chapter 11
Wynn made a positively delicious meal that night for Edric and her. The strawshrooms, onion, asparagus, and fiddleheads were fried in garlic butter and salted to perfection and placed next to a massive slice of pork tenderloin cooked in the same pan.
By Jeremy McLean5 years ago in Futurism
Dust Devil Dimensions
Chapter 6 - A New Power We retired to our room sometime later, well-fed and watered, although the 'water' was a strong alcoholic mead. It took us less than a minute to fall asleep, after both of us acquainted ourselves with the 'facility'. In fact, we reacquainted ourselves several times during the night.
By Robert Taylor5 years ago in Futurism
The Hermit and the Songbird
They flew no banners, the carts that snaked down the narrow, overgrown paths of the Mordenwood, but any who saw them would recognize them as vehicles of conquest. The cart in the lead was open to the air, drawn by draft horses in barding and filled with soldiers and their kit – two pikemen, four musketeers and a driver with a matchlock pistol secreted in his garb, each of them with a cuirass and a steel helmet. Behind it was a carriage with a compartment reinforced with iron bars; two pikeman minded the roof of the vehicle while the captain sat with the driver, wearing his fine steel broadsword and ornate pistol proudly. A pair of men on coursers rode at the flanks, occasionally prodding the thickets with their lancets and sweeping the path ahead.
By Andrew Johnston5 years ago in Futurism
