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Ravager's War Chapter Fourteen by BlakeSkies, literature
To Rule The Waves Chapter 2 by BlakeSkies, literature
Literature
To Rule The Waves Chapter 2
Chapter Two: The Patriot Whigs January 2nd, 1750 The clerk led Marcus into the sitting room and presented him accordingly, “Presenting: Post Captain, Marcus Johnson of Swindon.” The Post Captain gazed about the room before respectfully bowing. He had been led into the Earl’s study, which was dominated by a large fireplace that dominated most of the wall. A roaring fire was already going giving the room proper heat. Each of the walls surrounding the fireplace had large bookshelves that reached towards the ceiling. There were few candles lit around the room, but besides the fire there was little light besides twilight and heavy shadow. Sitting around the room, in comfortable looking chairs, were four members of the House of Lords along with two members of the navy and one member of the army. Marcus bowed again and stepped forward. The Lord closest to him was the Earl of Berkeley himself. Augustus Berkeley, the Fourth Earl of Berkeley was a firm liberal man and fiercely loyal to his
Lying On My Front Doorstep by Readeroffate, literature
Literature
Lying On My Front Doorstep
Today, I opened my front door to find intestines on my doormat, coiled up like a snake sleeping in the sunlight. And all I could do was sigh and call the cops again. Every third of the month, I'll open my front door to find some organ or body part lying on my doormat. As if it were a gift or a package I ordered. For some reason, they are always clean, like someone carefully washed off the blood, viscera, and evidence on them, leaving no trace of the culprit or whatever violence they performed. The first time it happened, they left me an appendix. I remember crying for several days. Nowadays, I've accepted it. I don't want to. I know what's happening is horrible, but it has been going on for so long that I've grown jaded to the horror of it. It's a part of my life now, a part I never wanted. The first time the police came around, they searched my tiny apartment, combing it for anything suspicious. They searched the surrounding area as I waited around nervously. After an hour or so