|Posted on April 11, 2009 at 2:30 AM||comments (0)|
Gather ‘round dear children
As I tell you a tale from long ago
There once was a young boy, destined you die
His death to be brutal and slow
Alas, he escaped his murder’s grip
Who ruled the land back then
And was left in the woods by his mother
Who he never heard from again.
|Posted on April 2, 2009 at 12:35 AM||comments (0)|
There was once a cow named Kirstie. Kirstie lived on a big, green farm with all of her farmyard friends. She enjoyed her life, the endless fields of soft green grass; the gorgeous hills and mountains that bordered the horizon; the cool, clean winter air, or the warm glow of the summer-sun. Yep, Kirstie thought she had it made.
One particularly sunny February mourning, Kirstie stood grazing with all of her other happy bovine friends, thinking about how fortunate her life wa...Read Full Post »
|Posted on March 22, 2009 at 12:25 AM||comments (1)|
The cheers and cries of the Roman crowds echoed through the city laneways. Pompeian’s from all walks of life hurried excitedly towards the amphitheatre. Today was May 15, Mercularia, and these games were held in honour of the messenger god Mercury. Merchants, fishermen, farmers, businessmen, and slaves all file into the grand arena. I jog to catch up with them, for the opening ceremony is about to commence.
As I enter the great, stone building, I am once again overwh...Read Full Post »
|Posted on March 3, 2009 at 11:15 PM||comments (3)|
A cool, breeze swept through Hercules' hair, relieving him of his long journey. His muscles ached under the weight of the three golden apples he had to carry all the way from the Hesperide gardens; it was only the thought that he had successfully completed eleven of given tasks – and had only one more – that had kept him going.
Hercules approached Eurystheus' temple, he took a deep breathe, and entered. Hercules stepped before Eurystheus, placing the apples at ...Read Full Post »
|Posted on February 13, 2009 at 10:05 PM||comments (0)|
“April, 2nd, 1886,” wrote Connya Sinton to his diary. “I am running low on food and supplies, and I fear the dragon, Fortron, is drawing nearer. My allies have all been killed by either obstacle or animal – I am the last one left,” he paused, stood up off the rock he was sitting on and smelled the air – it smelt musty all of a sudden. He looked around, suddenly the tunnel in front seemed to rumble and then a thick silvery mist sizzled out of it. Conn...Read Full Post »