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Zormna hates to lose. She was just defeated in handball, made second her division. A classmate whom she does not quite trust arranges a rematch. But will the outcome be what she expects?
Zormna Clendar is getting bored.
“Why is Switzerland in my kitchen?”
Zormna is snagged along by her friends to watch a Pronuk match in the Surface Gate. But while in there, she is sure she has spotted the guy she had nabbed trying to steal Surface Patrol property weeks ago... and who had escaped under the People's Military's custody.
This not a fun game to play, we are impossible to die. No longer will we fight for glory, instead we fight for freedom and an escape. Away from this crused place.
Just something I came up with on my holiday. Also wanted to try it myself but I think whoever I do it with will catch on. Bla bla bla bla bla
When confronted with his own dissatisfaction with life, an eccentric billionaire goes to great lengths to prove not only his own existence, but to understand the futility of the human condition.
Poetry is not something to turn down as a waste of time. Poetry is a window to the soul of the person who writes and to the people it refers.
The people we meet up in our lives. They come, they go. Some stay for awhile, some stay forever. But, who is the only one truly to share your entire life with ???
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Zormna hates to lose. She was just defeated in handball, made second her division. A classmate whom she does not quite trust arranges a rematch. But will the outcome be what she expects?
Zormna Clendar is getting bored.
“Why is Switzerland in my kitchen?”
Zormna is snagged along by her friends to watch a Pronuk match in the Surface Gate. But while in there, she is sure she has spotted the guy she had nabbed trying to steal Surface Patrol property weeks ago... and who had escaped under the People's Military's custody.
This not a fun game to play, we are impossible to die. No longer will we fight for glory, instead we fight for freedom and an escape. Away from this crused place.
Just something I came up with on my holiday. Also wanted to try it myself but I think whoever I do it with will catch on. Bla bla bla bla bla
When confronted with his own dissatisfaction with life, an eccentric billionaire goes to great lengths to prove not only his own existence, but to understand the futility of the human condition.
Poetry is not something to turn down as a waste of time. Poetry is a window to the soul of the person who writes and to the people it refers.
The people we meet up in our lives. They come, they go. Some stay for awhile, some stay forever. But, who is the only one truly to share your entire life with ???
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