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THE LAND OF GOLD

Einstein made the whole world marvel when he was able to prove that there existed a relationship between matter and energy, he made the discovery of the law of relativity and stated that energy in mathematical relationship was equal to the product of mass multiplied by the speed of light squared ( E= MC^2). Thus, with quantum physics the possibilities indeed existed where energy could be converted to matter and matter reconverted back to energy, this make it possible for the existence of teleportation machines that can convert matter to energy and send or transmit this energy through portals or gateways into other dimensions then reconvert this energy transmitted back to the original form of matter initially transmitted. If this can be achieved in science and technology today, then the issue or complexities of space and time travel could be unraveled. This scientific leap could bridge the gap between space and time travel across galaxies in the universe with reference to the time frame being shrink to non-existence. A possibility... Mr. Tolen had lost his job for sometime as a family man with a wife and four kids; Charley, Pete, Jenny and Mary from the city of Zinatano. Mary was just a toddler when Mr. Tolen had just discovered about the mysteries in land of gold. This happened at a meeting at a beer tavern he had scheduled to meet a close friend Mr. Pantane regarding a new job at the new gas factory. A family discussion led to the three elder kids hearing more about the land of gold; even though Charley had a friend in school who once told him about this mysterious place. It became pertinent for three elder kids of the Tolen’s family to plan out a strategy to discover this land on their own. Several times this plan could not be successfully accomplished until later years in their early teens. They eventually discovered the land of gold but on entering into the land they became trapped and solving the puzzle to find a way out was the order of the day. They had lost Charley to the cold hands of death not to long after discovering the land. Pete and Jenny were left to face the almost on ending challenges that confronted them in the land. They had come to realize that all statues found in the land came to life when touched; some were deadly enemies while others were friends who would offer their help at the request of the Pete and Jenny. Every attempt to escape outside the land led them deeper into the land; this made it almost an impossible task finding an escape route. While the three Tolen’s had gone missing for some time, Mr. Tolen had engaged the service of the city police of Zinatono where he had worked as a police officer on a search for his missing three kids. This herculean task eventually took him into the neighboring city of Kalkulta, it was on one of this trips while returning his vehicle had a ghastly accident and led to his death. Their search led them to discovering that the intricacies about the land and secretes that would serve as clues for their escape. The discovery of short cut paths using teleportation machines and colored arrows that led to several chambers, stock with gold and deadly statues which came alive when touched and attacked its victims eventually killing them.
David_Assomull · 1K Views

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 703.2K Views
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