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“I won’t allow it! It’s a desecration to the mountain and we don&rs..

He set off on a narrow trail that had been made by someone walking there moments earlier. The wind had stopped and th..

The howl was growing in strength she realized, and if that didn’t terrify her enough the cold sure did, but she’d found a ..

After her father had found out about her and they had started to race towards the mountain it didn’t take long befo..

OLD FOLKSONG [Should be read in Verse] Anglo-Saxon song of King Edward VI.

The story of the old man's meeting with the king.

A child is born, it’s a boy. With red hair, let’s call him Roy. Right on time! his father cries And hurls a jug to the..

I’m sitting by a spring with water flowing fresh It curls around my fingers, caressing the..

What drives a man into lunacy? This is one of 'em stories...

“Hope is the most treacherous of all human fancies.” James Fenimore Cooper Clouds crept over the slumbering d..