The boy and the hillIt had been three days since his encounter with the large creature he had fed to a swarm, and he was beginning to feel the strain of hunger with every step. Luckily, he hadn't encountered any more deadly monsters or flesh-ripping insects or anything like that, a fact that made him more than a little paranoid. Unluckily, though, he also hadn't found anything edible. Not even the lush grass which cushioned every footstep could be eaten. The last time, he had thrown up for hours, and had to seek refuge in a cave with the corpse of a dead...something...as company. He had managed to find a small, rare flower that oddly tasted like rhubarb, and itThe boy and the hill
The Origin of WarToday is April 1st, so I want to make it perfectly clear that what I am writing is not a joke, a gag, or in any other means an attempt at humor. I certainly don't feel it is. I haven't been more serious in my life, and I will tell you that I have never taken my life more seriously. I have spent the past six days with a gentleman who still refuses to tell me his name, but after reading this through to it's entirety, you will be certain, as am I, of who he is.The Origin of War
He approached me on a somewhat blustery, but still pleasant, March afternoon as I sat in the neighborhood park, musing over some of the more recent political misgivings of o
The boy and the buzzAll things considered, it was a normal day. The sky was clear, a few whisps of cloud spattered to the northwest. A light breeze was breathing across the open expanse of grassy hills. Here and there, a spattering of some sort of insect was buzzing about in a small cloud. A vicious, blood hungry beast wielding a blade twice it's size and smelling of decayed vomit was chasing after him. Yep. Overall, a normal day. 'How sad,' he thought to himself, 'that I've been doing this for so long that a day just cannot seem pleasant until I've winded myself trying to save my life.' Even more sad was how very winded he already was, and the beast was still gThe boy and the buzz
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