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In his bed, lay Sebastian. Wide awake and rigorously thinking, unbeknownst to him of the adventure life has yet to thrust upon him. The holidays... A time sought by all, you could go to the beach, travel to another country, do something useful in your life or you could spend it like me, doing absolutely nothing and feeling like crap about it. You know, things doesn't have to be this way. what are you implying? I don't know man, get a part time job or something. Nah, not doing it. I don't need the money.  Oh come on, man. I'm the reasonable, plot moving voice inside your head. You've listened to me countless times before, it's gonna be great. ... Fine, what's the worse that could happen . I can't believe I talked myself into doing this.  Sebastian spent the rest of his afternoon job hunting for a favorable part time job, after scrolling through pages upon pages of websites. Sebastian finally settled on a job. He's going to be workin...

     Loki, the light-bringer. Ever heard of him? The God of lies, trickery, deception. You know, all the good stuff. I've taken a particular interest in him, mainly because of a book I just read. The gospel of Loki written by Joanne M. Harris, basically Loki's life story written from his point of view. It's a good read, but that's not the point I'm trying to make in this discussion. It's the title of Light-bringer that is the center of this discussion. I only know one other entity that shares that title, Lucifer/Satan. Now, Loki is from Norse Mythology, Lucifer/Satan is from the religion Christianity. As far as my limited knowledge can tell me, the differences between them mostly ends there. Both are chaotic, deceitful and the enemy of the Gods. Both also curiously hold the title of Light-bringer. Why? Why are they called the Light-bringer? Light is supposed to be good, helpful, beneficial. Why then is such a title bestowed upon those that ironically are portra...

The Psychiatrist is in, the patient told himself. The white reinforced door slowly creaked open revealing the doctor standing behind it. He stepped inside, eyeing the patient with great interest. White walls, white ceilings, no object to distract or get in the way of the interview. The patient just sat there, seemingly unimpressed with his entrance. His trembling hand is the only flaw in his poker face act. Tap, tap, tap, tap, the sound of the patient tapping against the steel table. It ripples through the air, breaking through the silence. The taps sounded random, but the doctor can’t help but think there’s a pattern to the taps. Like there was some unseen method to an act of madness. The doctor, in a rush to begin the session, threw a folder onto the table. It’s content scattered across the table, pictures, data, checklists, anything that could aid the interview. He sat down and took out a voice recorder. And thus the interview began. “We’re recording this conversation, any...

I was a dreamer Out of tune with the world, I had my own adventures. Heroes and squires, princesses in castle, Fire-Breathing Dragons. I started talking to myself, saying my conversations out-loud, it added an extra layer of immersion, made everything more real. The other kids whispered and bickered, huddled up and like a lump of amalgamation as they plotted their dissimulation.They called me a madman, incapable of distinguishing reality to fantasy. They called me a loser, incapable of winning. They called me a dreamer, disjointed from reality. Demeaning tags I accepted willingly. I was a healer I helped my fellow losers. Those broken beyond repair. I was their dumping ground, a trash can for their frustrations. But I knew better, everything I heard from them was one sided and likely misconstrued. Changed in a way that would victimize them. I offered solutions to their problems to no avail, they'd rather stay a victim, stay a loser. In their blindness, they clung to my kindness...

4th Okto 1232 "Is everything ready?". "Be patient ,Marius.We must wait for an opportunity". "We need to create our own opportunity". I exclaim, my body filled with fiery revenge. "Don't let your thirst for vengeance blind you, we are going to wait, end of discussion". We part ways, we have no intentions of talking in public for too long as we might be recognized. I walk quickly through the market of Bogor, my thick clothing protecting me from the winter cold. The market was especially quiet this time year, the sound of shoppers bargaining and the smell of fresh food was nothing more than a distant memory. My mind wanders back to Cicero's words. Waiting? Is that really what we should be doing right now? I understand Cicero's concerns. Many have tried to overthrow king Sigal, none were successful and all those who were involved, disappeared along with their families. However, Cicero is a coward, although there ...