It was to be a global affair, attended by people of prestige who sought to undertake and finesse the best negotiation for world survival. Their goal was to foster programs that benefit those who lack the basics and help them manage in their challenging environment. This meeting would contain the keys to aid those in need and reward those who sought only the best for others. There were people from all segments of government, from the forestry department to infrastructure planning.
Of course, the orgy featuring a wide variety of pleasures would take place first to satisfy their depraved desires.
**NOTE – I used a random word generator this time.
My mind screamed, ‘That’s what was a secret!’ as one flash after another went off. The reporters were having a field day with the list of names from the Church of Epstein’s files. A battle would ensue since the cult just found out that from cradle to eventual grave, their idol was a fraud. I swear I could feel the animal-skins-made-into-a-hat-with-horns guy cringe as he realized he and all the rest were fringe lunatics. They would stir with rage because of this illusion. They made themselves dragons for him, and only got a glimpse in a jail cell for it.
Legends are not made; they are born! From early on,THEY tip the scales in their favor, string one victory after another on their belts, and put all their skin in the game. As children, small fingers will whip a flat pebble with ease, watching it as it rips across the river furiously. As adults, the fierce rattle of their sabers produces bloodshed and destruction. It’s as if they possess an internal radar for understanding what to do next at every turn. They swing entirely in the direction of the best outcomes. And yet, their eyes are haunted with doubt.
“Oh, do you think I could get to first base with her?” Carlos looked where my gaze had landed, chuckled, and said, “Uh, huh.” He quickly glanced back down at his phone and typed a message.
The girl’s phone pinged. She read the text, and a big smile crossed her face. Then, she started walking towards them.
“Who could resist the perfect date?” she said, looking sweetly. I’m always up for a candlelight dinner, romantic music, and good company. And I like a man who can kiss well.”
“Wait… what?”
“Carlos said you wanted to meet me. Hi, I’m Gaby.”
Reginald’s eyes began to gleam brightly, then started to burn holes into my skin. I screamed mercy but to no avail. If Reginald was trying to mimic a monster, he succeeded as I watched the scars form on my skin. Looking to the sky, I searched for a hero to rescue me. But all I heard was a rustle in the shadows behind the altar. It was probably the wind.
I had hoped to leave a rich legacy, but less and less, I believed that would happen. Defeated, my gaze followed the echo of the train‘s whistle in the distance.
First stop: Mushroom Rock State Park. The sun was shining, and I enjoyed driving through places I’d never been to. The temperature was about 80 degrees, and it was just gorgeous! Heading that way, I realized that I only had about a quarter tank of gas. No problem! I’ll get it at my first stop, I said to myself. Until the route had to change because the road I was supposed to take was closed. So, I went further west to the next road, and I thought I would loop back further up. Well, that was 20 additional minutes of driving, and the fuel needle was getting lower and lower.
Surprise! There was no gas station because this Rock Park was in the middle of nowhere. Luckily, I found one about 10 miles away. And thankfully, I still had some gas left. The city I ended up in was Kanopolis, and guess what? The gas station was full-service! My car left that city cleaner than when I left my house. AND I didn’t have to pump the gas. lol
Next stop: Cawker City and the largest Ball of Twine. What can I say? Not the funnest thing to see, but hey, it’s the biggest ball of twine. So it was interesting for that reason alone.
Last stop: Lebanon, KS – Geographic center of the United States of America. I loved the idea of putting my feet down on the spot that puts me dead center of the country. I’m weird. Wouldn’t want it any other way. :)
The fire from the emeralds surrounding the beast’s eyes would surely raze the village and its inhabitants. Those in his sightline raised their voices with terror and fled quickly. The elders promptly grabbed the maps of the underground tunnels to ensure most of the villager’s escape.
With a hood covering his head, the oldest tried to navigate the mist and distract the serpent away from the entrance to them. Those needing to flee and stay safe most were the storytellers of the clan. The village needed them to remind everyone of the underworld and the realm the saints came from.
How can Gerald justify he’s doingany good works for the foundation when what we see is him sloshing around his beverages at all the charity events? He’s intoxicated right now, partying with the Crows. As Gerald rises, his long chain grazes the puzzle on the table, and it clatters to the floor. It startles him; his raw red eyes signal confusion, fear when he hears the sirens go off, and then rage. His outburst was short but terrifying. I’ve tried to remain distant, but I must make a decision. What choice do I have? Gerald’s antics can’t go on!
There are secrets hidden in his panegyric, no one the wiser to his cloaked praise. The large crowd in attendance was unaware of unmentionable things left undisclosed for the institution’s sake. And if they were ever to find out the monster they were applauding right now, everything would crumble. Not only would this reputable* organization be in ruins, but it’d leave a decrepit taste in the mouths of those willing to be charitable enough to raise the less fortunate out of their despair. Possibly shaking the foundations of other noble** institutions everywhere.
The takeover was not a surprise. We had hope that it would happen. It wasn’t as flashy as the facades of despots, just honest and gritty. The mighty were low in character and high on power, while the rest of us wanted to be free of their hold on us. How inconvenient their power was the reason for the destruction of our world. My heart ached every time we lost another species, or the death rate rose from pollution, or we choked on the “clean air and water.” We had a right to live the kind of lives we deserved!
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