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Game of Thrones
“A mind needs books like a sword needs a whetstone.” One of the many famous quotes from Game of Thrones, this one by Tyrion Lannister. Now, just in case you are one of those who have never seen Game of Thrones (and it is possible, not everybody is obsessed like me!)Tyrion Lannister is one of the main characters who actually survives formal series one right through to series eight. Tyrion is the youngest child of Lord Tywin Lannister and younger brother to twins Cersei and Jamie. He is a dwarf who uses his wit and intelligence to overcome the many ‘prejudices’ that follow him. Tyrion’s mother died giving birth to him, a fact which his father and sister never forgives him for (as if it was Tyrion’s fault!).
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff3 years ago in Fiction
Where Do The Ducks Go?
Comedy "The news says the temperature is supposed to get negative ten again this week." Mother says while fixing a small plate with a tiny sandwich, "No, Pickle Mom." from the other side of the table, just out of sight. She replies, "Ok, sweetie."
By Jeff Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
Vengeance in Mycenae
The time has come to avenge my daughter's death. The trireme with Agamemnon's flags lingered outside to the harbor until the tide could help them in. Now, the entire polis of Mycenae seems to hold its collective breath. From my position on the palace's upper veranda, I can see the people below pausing, just a moment, to consider the incoming ship. They invariably look up towards the palace, then continue on their ways. I can't see their facial expressions. Perhaps some are planning to align themselves with their estranged king.
By Deanna Cassidy3 years ago in Fiction
Sir Humphry Loves Anna
July 27, 1826 My dearest aunt, I wrote you at length, in my entry of July 10, news of Sir Humphry Davy. His visit to our estate was, as reported, most delightful. He has not been well having suffered a mild incident of apoplexy. He wished he might have visited you in Blackcastle but was concerned the journey would prove too taxing. I am sure he enjoyed the short summer rides throughout County Longford. Like yours, our countryside is so very verdant this time of year. This letter is a separate epistle for reasons that will become apparent. I would ask that you destroy it for the benefit of Anna’s memory and more importantly, for Charles Henry.
By Alexander J. Cameron3 years ago in Fiction
The Frozen Pond Part Four
Another knock on Tazi’s front door came, and when she got up to answer, she mentally shut down the thoughts that she was having so vividly about Leroy. Upon opening the front door to greet whoever was there, her breath caught in her throat when she saw that it was Leroy.
By Theresa Evans3 years ago in Fiction
Where you and I, will grow.
The dawn arose at the stroke of seven in the morning, and the clouds of yesterday started to vanish. I could feel the moisture in the atmosphere, as I sat upon the grass gazing at the flower pot near the side of my house, with marigold flowers blooming from the soil inside the pot. As I looked at the flowers starting to truly blossom, I noticed how the sky wasn’t shrouded by the storm clouds, and my heart started to rejoice as my skin was touched by the gentle rays of the sun. The veil over the heavens had dispersed, and the day seemed all the clearer. Though the ground was damp from the pouring rain of yesterday, I seemed to enjoy sitting in it as I soaked up the summer sun early in the morning.
By Jordan Zuniga3 years ago in Fiction
The Frozen Pond Part Three
“Okay, I understand what you are saying, and you are my best friend too, but this new information about me dying is scaring the crap out of me, Leroy. I have never encountered anything like this before, and I am distraught right now. Thanks for having my best interest at heart. I don’t know what I would do without you. Just keep me posted on the developments.” Tazi said.
By Theresa Evans3 years ago in Fiction
The Frozen Pond Two
Taz replied, “You have one week to convince this city that I Taz come in peace, and if I do not see a humble heart within that week, the pond will stay frozen.” Tazi knew that she had her work cut out for her, but she disappeared into the frozen pond before she could ask Taz any more questions. Tazi said, “Well, I guess I will get to work, but first, I need to go back to the hotel and do some digging of my own.”
By Theresa Evans3 years ago in Fiction
Broken Trust
Originally published here Something I’ve been working on for a while, after numerous discussions/rants about Greek Mythology. One of those was whether Hera was oversimplified, because there were several of Zeus’s children who didn’t earn her wrath. Therefore, this was born.
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction