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WPR 20 – Part 2 – An Opportunity

*Author’s note: This is a 2 part response. If you have yet to, please read part 1.   The spiritual ache of stretching to his astral projecting limits would have been hard to describe to someone who had never experienced it. It was a hollow ache in the chest or stomach, much like that of someone… Continue reading WPR 20 – Part 2 – An Opportunity

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WPR 20 – Part 1 – Stretched to the Limit

He skimmed over the frosted landscape. Skimming wasn’t difficult. It had come to him naturally, or so his tribe’s shaman had told him. As soon as he saw a spot within his sight, and had thought of being there, he was there. Skimming was literally travelling at the speed of thought. It was the most… Continue reading WPR 20 – Part 1 – Stretched to the Limit

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WPR 19 – Once a City of Dragons

It had been a long trek across the desolate wilderness. This part of the world seemed to have very little visible life beyond the inhabitance of peoples, leaving him with a strange feeling of being lost. Usually nature gave him a calm and a sense of company, but in this strange desolate wasteland, he felt… Continue reading WPR 19 – Once a City of Dragons

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WPR 18 – One Last Time

The door bell rang. “Honey, can you get that? It’s probably your parents,” she called out, walking briskly to the bathroom, her calm, barely maintained. As she closed the bathroom door, the hallway filled with voices, nasal g’day’s and how are ya’s passing around. She could just imagine the shoes trampling dirt from outside, as… Continue reading WPR 18 – One Last Time

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WPR 15 – Cursed Apricots

The bombardment of smells and noise in the markets was intense. Spices pricked at my scent, fresh herbed breads enticed my stomach, and overripe fruit and meats clung, like an unpleasant shadow. The throngs of people in all their variety and diversity, pressed in from all sides, creating a feeling of belonging to something greater,… Continue reading WPR 15 – Cursed Apricots