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Short Stories Part 1 (2006-2009)
Aug. 19th, 2019 02:11 pmABJER:
Once there lived an Arab stallion named Abjer. He lived in the land of the Immortals. His first birthday was in 1998. One day there was a bombing raid. Because he could outrun anything in the world, or anyway, no HORSE could outrun him. He then rescued all the immortals and carried them to safety. Then they built a... [end]
THE MAN WHO TURNED INTO A DRAGON:
Once there was a old man who loved dragons. A magical law says that some people are allowed to come back as what killed them. So, one day he went to "Cretaceous Crackerjack Island" where he bought a T. Rex costume. He set off to find... [end]
GRIEF FOR A TIGER:
High Asia. The word brings strange, jumbled images, ones of jungles, cities, wars, idols, bazaars, [???], animals...and many more impossible to describe. Deep, deep, deep in High Asia, and in your imagination, is a great city called Zandu, and THAT is where our story begins. Zandu's main building is a giant palace, the biggest, most wonderful place in the world. The owner is called a Khan, or war-king. He (it is always a he) owns ten thousand camels, horses, elephants, rhinos, cows, servants, and warriors. He also has a friend. It, though, was not human. It was a tiger, a beautiful deep orange male, a giant Bengal tiger, with eyes as green as emeralds. The tiger was wiser than a scholar, more abler in the woods than a pathfinder, and crazier in battle than the Khan himself. The tiger's name was Raj. One day, as the two of them were taking a walk, alarm bells sounded.
"Enemies a mile off, just a mile!" cried the runner, between pants.
Soon, Khan was on his warhorse, his tiger beside him. The two of them fought hard, harder, and hardest as they attacked the Savages From The West, or SFTW's, as the recruits called them. In the heat of battle, nobody saw the slender person dressed in black slip off towards the palace.
Once there lived an Arab stallion named Abjer. He lived in the land of the Immortals. His first birthday was in 1998. One day there was a bombing raid. Because he could outrun anything in the world, or anyway, no HORSE could outrun him. He then rescued all the immortals and carried them to safety. Then they built a... [end]
THE MAN WHO TURNED INTO A DRAGON:
Once there was a old man who loved dragons. A magical law says that some people are allowed to come back as what killed them. So, one day he went to "Cretaceous Crackerjack Island" where he bought a T. Rex costume. He set off to find... [end]
GRIEF FOR A TIGER:
High Asia. The word brings strange, jumbled images, ones of jungles, cities, wars, idols, bazaars, [???], animals...and many more impossible to describe. Deep, deep, deep in High Asia, and in your imagination, is a great city called Zandu, and THAT is where our story begins. Zandu's main building is a giant palace, the biggest, most wonderful place in the world. The owner is called a Khan, or war-king. He (it is always a he) owns ten thousand camels, horses, elephants, rhinos, cows, servants, and warriors. He also has a friend. It, though, was not human. It was a tiger, a beautiful deep orange male, a giant Bengal tiger, with eyes as green as emeralds. The tiger was wiser than a scholar, more abler in the woods than a pathfinder, and crazier in battle than the Khan himself. The tiger's name was Raj. One day, as the two of them were taking a walk, alarm bells sounded.
"Enemies a mile off, just a mile!" cried the runner, between pants.
Soon, Khan was on his warhorse, his tiger beside him. The two of them fought hard, harder, and hardest as they attacked the Savages From The West, or SFTW's, as the recruits called them. In the heat of battle, nobody saw the slender person dressed in black slip off towards the palace.
