MordecaiMr Kettering, a stout stubble faced man of thirty, stood hand poised ready to knock. Before him loomed an ominous ebony door, polished and illuminated by the striking glare of a nearby lamppost, it's gaseous flame flickered nonchalant. A confetti of snow had begun to collect over Mr Kettering's lacklustre brown jacket. He shuffled his thick soled boots. The cold was nipping his cheeks in a petty manner as is the wont of a premature snowstorm. Mr Kettering raised his knuckles again. Hesitant he rapped a couple of times. Silence. The wind around him howled. Behind him a merry threesome swayed to and fro up a long pavement. Listening to them as they cajoled. He assumed that they were on a return trip home or were just navigating towards their next drinking hole.NemoX7
After a time the ominous door creaked open. Mr Kettering stepped through. No one was there. No servant to greet him. No master of the house to inquire of his business. A simple straight forward hall. A cubby hole of a hall. Mr Ket
is what the Gods call me.
my calling as I taught my sisters.
our silver moonlit hair connects us.
for I control all entrance ways.
all magic, herbs, and poisonous plants I know.
I am the oldest of the lunar sisters.
is my favorite symbol like the moon.
I see my sister's paths.
only we can stop it.
A Day in the LifeThe sun was unusually bright that Monday morning in the DPRK. But what good is a sunny day when life is endured under such misery? At 25 years old he had finally decided that he'd had enough. To live with the gnawing pain of hunger day in and day out, to know nothing of the rest of world (save the rumors that occasionally circulated quietly through his small village that a better life was to be had on the outside). He often wondered if such talk of plentiful food, space to breathe, and the happy pursuit of dreams was just fantasy. He had come to the conclusion that there was only one way to find out, he had to attempt escape, even if it meant death. Dying, after all, was no big deal. An end to misery, to pain, to despair.tommyboywood
He would wait until the sun went down. A friend had told him of a breach in the border fence that separated the two Korea's. He had no way of knowing whether this was true, or if he was being set up. N