Once upon a time, in a kingdom where music ruled and happiness flourished. There lived a Prince named Eric. Eric was a very handsome, and intelligent. But Eric had a very obsessive mother. She constantly forched Eric to go on dates with lovely princess from exoctic lands. Eric never truly loved any of them, for he knew they only wanted to be with him for his families vast fortune. As Eric became more and more depressed by his mother's endless wave of dates, he finally met Prince Caspian.

Morning dew covered the early signs of winter as I briskly walked down Mesmory Lane. Without warning, the sky darken and "SHE" appeared, dressed in a long black negligee with gaping holes throughout. "SHE" suddenly sprinted toward me, jabber walked past, then tiptoed through the glorious purple "tongued" flowers of the Shire. I always heard that she had an affinity for flowers but today was different. It seemed she was deliberately slaughtering the flowers' tongues just like a butcher slicing up purple pickled herring. I questioned if I should speak but after long deliberation, I kept silent, quiet as a ghostly spectre without teeth. Without hesitation and humility, she breathed in the perfumed flower petals then smashed them into my mouth.

At any given point in one’s life, one has an infinite number of choices. My life was no exception, though I can firmly say that all but one of my available options would end badly. That lone path then did not so much have a glimmer of hope at the end of its still warm tunnel, but merely a probability for error I could at least grasp firmly in my mind. From my decision stemmed six possible outcomes, five of which were identical, death. The sixth offered postponement.

The Rage that's inside of me is growing ever still. It haunts me forever still. I wish it would go away and leave me alone but it feels so good inside. It knows what I wish to hear and what I wish to do. It fills me up with endless dreams I know I can not persue. For that's how my rage is and forever be. Something for me to fear, yet love at the same time.

Conquest: "I know what happened with that other goddess God. Through my flesh I was only after one thing with her, and that is how she was involved. I apologize, and have kind of already to her, I just don't want to talk to her anymore anytime soon because there still was love between us, just as I believed that You could bring anyone together, and she isn't the one I really want to be with. That's not what happened with the one I believe I am to be with."

Spirit of God: "Conquest, I forgive you, and always have, and I have very much more to give you. What's this I hear about whom you called "Main-e?"

Conquest: "Oh yeh, I thought he would get it."

Spirit of God: "You know he was with me before you entered in, right? I have been over and in all of his works and person."

Knights Before The King
By
Amir Timur

Bishen came of a poor family and had a terrible childhood confronting scarcity, want and hunger. It affected him greatly and he began to ponder on his life’s miserable situation and this adversity made him a thinking man. He began to hate the filth and poverty in which he was brought up and there were days when the whole family had nothing to eat and went to bed on empty stomach. Lot of nightmares ensued as a result, when he was pursued across some burning planes by a skeleton monster of hunger with a trishul in his hand and with that he pierced his chest. That pain brought him out of his sleep with a scream when he realized that his stomach was actually rumbling with spasm of hunger pain.

In the middle of 19th century, a lighthouse was built along the country’s western coast, a coast with its turbulent sea and many shipwrecks. To build a structure like that was not an easy task as it might have been the first such structure in the world.

Soon tenders were put out, inviting engineers and companies to put in their bids. Most engineers were reluctant to undertake such a risky and untried undertaking and only some fool- hardy engineers applied. These were the innovators and had full confidence in their abilities.

"Just put your hand under here, we're going to make sure that you aren't using any illegal substances. The introverted laser will read your blood and detect what's in your bloodstream. In the future you will have to have your hand read by a laser before any purchases."

"What is the mark on my forehead for? How does that work?"

DESIGNER MONKEY.

Mahabali is a religious place where two sacred rivers meet head on and share their individual merits of holiness in a sort of amalgamation of purity of a spiritual sense
but sadly not in physical sense as each year more and more pilgrim come to bathe in its waters and leave their unholy dirt, for the rivers to carry forward a thousand miles to the sea.