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Why bring this concern our Domus? The weasel never did answer the question. Exactly what happens if we do exorcise or destroy the power that resides in this fearsome arborreal menace? Obviously there is an angle here that we're not privy to. If I stuff this thing in a blessed woodchipper it is just as likely the whole family will just spontaneously ( Read more... )

What? Pain. Flesh. Inconsequential.

Who? Betrayal. Despair.

Why, Paul? Fangs.

"Help ... me ..."

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Struggle - The Monster stirs.

Fear - The Beast slips from its leash.

Rage - Stopitkillitleavemealone

"Father"

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Check - It took them long enough. Should I have left breadcrumbs?

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Queens Pawn x c2

A move in the midgame is never simple. It is the sum of the complexity of all other moves made prior that contribute to its availability and advantage.

Bishop, Knight, Rook, and one or more of their pawns ...

Hope these phone numbers are still in service.

The pawn needs only concern himself with the, "how" of matters - never the "why." This is as it should be. This is our truth. "Why," brings nothing but pain and doubt. "Why," reminds us of our inferiority, our fragility, and our failure.

Why? Because they are unclean in the eyes of God.

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This is my first draft for this idea. I'm soliciting feedback ( Read more... )

Twilight has just given way to evening as Pawel readies to leave. He gives the strap on his backpack a last, strong tug before spinning it around behind him violently ( Read more... )

"Ugh, he's revolting. Boss, can you get rid of that creep at my counter?" the steamstress whispers in lilting French. The over-dressed fop of a manager does a double-take, as if seeing something that was not there at first. His lip curls in distaste. He shifts his weight, considering prudence for a moment. Then raggedy man begins to paw some of the ( Read more... )

One day an elephant died near our spring and the days and nights grew harder for my group. Its rot tainted the water and its smell attracted more predators. We chose to move away from our home in the heart of the Living Green. We migrated slowly, but were unsatisfied with the new places we found. There always seemed to be something better a bit ( Read more... )