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An Orcish Feast

The scent of fresh bread, baked goods, melted cheeses, and numerous forms of masterfully cooked meat greeted the ambassador’s nose as he stepped into his host’s dining hall, the orcish clan-chief, Zhorgo Ilvrygad having invited him to an informal dinner hours before. Despite his nervousness at his new position, Ahlren had been happy to accept. After all, orcish cuisine was a hearty affair, and the human ambassador needed a reprieve from the excitement and stress of becoming accustomed to his new duties. In addition to this, he remembered that it was considered hurtful to decline such an invitation on the first night of one’s visit- not rude, but hurtful indeed.    “Good evening!” the human heard the orc’s deep voice resonate from across the hall as he stepped inside the vast chambers, his host standing in front of a tall backed chair made of carved wood, decorated with motifs of grain and cattle dogs. “I hope your visit to our lands has been a pleasant one, my small friend. Co...
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Why am I Still Waiting

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The clock continues ticking, and I keep on waiting. I knew him once, one of my close friends, but now he has gone. I knew him once, a love of mine, but now he only exists in my mind. I've waited now for three years, for him to speak again.  I've waited now, for three years, to speak to my friend. Waiting, watching, hoping for a word. A sign we'll speak again. It's been three years, to myself I say, waiting in the night.  It's been three years. To myself I say, my heart filling with fright.  Loyalty is part of my being, something I cannot push away. Loyalty so strong and unbending, my heart begins to fray. I cannot move on until I know whether he's still here. But, I know, I have no means, to confirm or deny my fears.  Why do I wait in this night, staying stubbornly here? Why can't I move on from this, in these passing years...?  I'll wait and I'll wait, but will never know where it is he's gone. Did he get bored and leave,...
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Rangers on the Playground

  I remember when imagination was allowed to run free. When I and my friends were allowed to just… be. Those years of elementary school were precious, those days during recess were we could go out and play on the playground, acting out our own stories as they appeared in my head. I miss them, now… 21 years old and I remember how important that time was to me. How sad I was when it was over.    The first time it happened was the first day of first grade. A gloomy day, the skies were gray and heavy with rain, but recess was still outside despite the showering. I didn’t know many people then, but that was the day I met my best friend, who remains my best friend to this day.    I don’t remember what started it, but we both liked Power Rangers. And so we started playing together- creating fantasies and plotlines and monsters inside our heads. That was the day I created my first villain, Scorpion Tail, and he introduced a villain of his own, Zana. I didn’t know it the...
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