Stories tagged “honor”
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To Whatever End
Still now, the maiden asked, “And what would I do at this time for the cause of faith, Reverend?” “Obey your mother and your -” She turned. “Honor. I am to honor them, and this I will do for the first soldier that I slay o...
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Sing of You
“Hello. My name is Sengemo,” she smiled. It was filled with warmth and pride. The dark woman across from me regarded me with the slit-pupiled eyes of her kind. “…and I will Sing of You, my Lord.” My mind and limbs were thi...
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The Duel
The music lead me as I danced El baile flamenco. My opponent met me step for step as we danced Flamenco puro, each of us dancing solo, in tandem, and at counterpoint to each other. None would judge us but ourselves. Felipe was young, and did not feel t...
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Old Glory
I…I’m dying. Heh, life does flash before your eyes. How about that. Mom and Dad…life sure was good back in New York. Hey—this is my earliest memory! My third birthday in 1906! P.S. 118…twelve years of my life I spent at that school…...
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Coward-Of-The-Plains
The night air was thick with smoke of a thousand fires. Below, the tribes danced and feasted and fucked to celebrate God’s Birth- the day Krom, Maker-Of-Men sprung from the lands. Just as Krom had come of the earth to vanquish the Dragons so that...
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The Warrior and the Sorcerer
“I will not bow,” said the warrior defiantly, “to you or any Pretender to the Throne of Goth who dares to usurp the rightful king.” “Understandable,” replied the sorcerer. “Loyalty to one’s sovereign shou...
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Trust is a Whisper
“What brings you to our camp?” “I’m here to see why the People of Secrets were violating my domain.” “Do you not fear us? You know our reputation.” “Are you such cowards that you would threaten innocent m...
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Love Inspires Honor
The crowd of people stared at Jim, appalled at what had just transpired. “Boo!” A drunken cowboy slurred. The man sitting next to him chuckled with the other sycophants seated in the green upholstered booth. The blathering fool continued, &...
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Love Is Life
Stark grey walls built from large stone blocks gave the castle a dreary, lonely look. With its large vacant windows, it looked like a skull that had been dropped by a careless graverobber. My grandson clapped his hands. “Who lives there?” I...
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to acquiesce in blood
Would you understand if I couldn’t explain If words were held back, and cradled in pain Would you loose my bound tongue and listen again, Or leave me in flames where the sky gives no rain? If the notes of a song could not, my soul, express Would ...