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Little Boy Blue (Part 2)

The door closed and Lem was alone without his parents for the first time in his short life.

Chapter 6: Welcome WagonIt was strange, Evanor thought, that nobody came to visit to see whether she needed anything, not even her best friend Dorka. Not that she needed anything in particular, really. The delivery had not been so bad. There hadn’t been a...

Little Boy Blue (Part 1)

He’s always one step ahead of me. He’s also one step ahead of the neighbors too, thank God!

A short story excerpted from “The Rats and the Saps” Chapter 1: MotherI guess I’m older’n them hills on this god-forsaken planet. I don’t reckon I know how old those hills are. Come to think of it, I don’t rightly know how old I am neither. No matter. I u...

It's easy to forget Someone else's pain Someone else's struggle That went in vain Someone else's loss Someone else's death Accident far away Stranger's last breath It's easy to overcome It's easy to neglect Someone else's pain It's easy to forget

“Where else should I be, my hero? I have power too, and it's my world that's in danger here, not yours. You have no right to say I must leave. I will do what I can the same as you and the King. Now put your arms around me, I'm chilled.” They stood there w...

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Global Man

A try to discover myself and the world around

Global Man Globalization… Globalization… Surrender to your destiny… Old Nation You are too ancient for the New Generation No Greeks, No Romans, No Egyptians… No civilization The show is full of striptease and innovation Take off your brain, morals honor s...


There are the Rare Kind, and then there are the Hunters, and they both live among humans...

Hunters: By Nathan MullinsThere was something coming. The girl could not describe what it was, for there was nothing to see, nothing solid painting a single picture able to convey just what was being spoken of by the boy, of whom was now screaming, screec...