tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79001452198732497262024-03-06T14:03:47.940+05:30VҜβØ¥ ŇØV€ŁŞVKBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11479277995200456799noreply@blogger.comBlogger116125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900145219873249726.post-82955316233078750912020-11-10T12:58:00.009+05:302020-11-24T15:18:58.381+05:30Expressing Emotions: Embarrassment
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Outside the test hall, Mikey was smoking next to Yohann and said, “Jehez… he helped me quite a bit. If not for him, I would still be rotting in a room like thrown-away bread. He didn’t want to die of old age, but I didn’t expect him to die so soon. At least, he lived like a lion for as long as he did and had no regrets, but...” He exhaled smoke and paused for a bit. “Do you think he made his VKBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11479277995200456799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900145219873249726.post-34302279283202528182020-10-22T18:15:00.005+05:302020-11-02T16:44:43.058+05:30Shambala Sect 0(This chapter has pure narration that briefly describes the setting of this fictional world. You can completely skip this chapter and not miss anything. You can always come back and read this prologue whenever you can digest a telling of a thousand words! Having said that, the choice is yours.)Every mortal in the world was bound to the laws of nature, but none except a certain few—the ones at theVKBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11479277995200456799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900145219873249726.post-45398543574079031102020-10-11T01:19:00.015+05:302020-11-02T17:07:49.829+05:30Shambala Sect 100
Exvo, at the moment, was sailing through the Byinshi river. Fish in thousands got caught in nets maneuvered by tough-looking seals raised on the ship. These seals smartly trapped fish in the nets before slipping through the air-barriers serving as temporary inlets on the ninth deck, successfully bringing all the fish into the underwater portion of the ship. Only a couple of seals jumped out of VKBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11479277995200456799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900145219873249726.post-47209711577580730832020-10-03T15:53:00.011+05:302020-11-02T16:45:23.318+05:30Shambala Sect 99As Gorka was leaving, “Excuse me, sir...” a voice rang out from within the crowd, as it had only seconds ago. Everybody got even more surprised this time because the voice came from someone who was partly responsible for most of the recent turmoil cultivating on the twelfth deck. The voice belonged to a boy wearing mismatched armor.
Gorka stopped and looked at him. “You want to teach me rules as VKBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11479277995200456799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900145219873249726.post-2885342898900029272020-10-01T10:58:00.012+05:302020-11-24T15:20:16.236+05:30Expressing Emotions: Love
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As a pack of Dustbin Diggers plodded past, two eyes secretly and patiently peeked through the gap in the clinic’s partly-open door until those men took a sharp left into another street. Soon, the door opened fully, and a young man dressed in a jerkin stepped out, a foul cauliflower in hand. The hood partly hid his face, though part of the facial scar was still in the open. “Just how long are VKBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11479277995200456799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900145219873249726.post-72751529210503465622020-07-26T16:33:00.010+05:302020-11-02T17:16:30.387+05:30Shambala Sect 89
Tons of different cargo was being unloaded from Extensive Voyage near Bravery Port, at the edge of a city with torn walls.
“It’s quite an honor to meet you, Madam Stussy. You look far prettier than in the portraits,” the Port Captain in suit formally bowed to her. At the edge of the ship, both of them were standing under the shade of a tree, overseeing the ongoing exchange of goods. There was VKBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11479277995200456799noreply@blogger.com0