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Mean People Don't Deserve Chocolate

One might say out of the blue that times have changed and indeed they did, but when you live to experience the contrast you really sit down and start to wonder what the heck did I miss?  Imagine a time when before the current societal structures there was a place where sweets were the language of love, mine however were the chocolates and they were rare and hard to come by, but I somehow got hold of them always, even latest editions. Women ran the show and not dominating men. Selection, discernment, resource distribution, timing — all were held by the women because those functions align with them and the men held execution, protection, building — but under feminine direction. Neither was above the other. The structure simply followed natural design instead of fighting it.  My sister loved enjoying this life and specially when it came to men, she was a proper diva. I loved the way she was, me on the other hand I was like an ugly duckling. I wasn't ugly per se, however, I couldn...

The tribe of Aenoki

I was home in my village working in our back big room, still arranged in the old fashioned way as it had been in the '80s-'90s, before it was restored.   I had a printer with my laptop that just stopped working. Despite the order from my laptop to print, it just didn't want to, and except that flashing red light on the front it didn't even give a sign as of why (nor was that flashing light making us more clever by allowing us to figure out...).  I was upset, as working on a big project and as my printer gave up on me I couldn't print my final documents off. In the meantime I also had to prepare for the fest where my uncle (dad's brother) - living just opposite to us -, was taking me and my girl cousin. I was angry, upset, annoyed and also confused because I didn't know what to wear or bring with me at all. I got up from my desk and decided to go for a walk, with the hope that I will calm down.  I ended up walking all the way up to the hills on the country si...

Circle of death and life - seems that someone lost control

I had such a beautiful life, was gentle caring, loving and had an amazing boyfriend on my side. Although the world saw him as a slender, tall and beautiful man I was blinded by his love for me and could only see his greatness beyond his physical body.  Our relationship can be called as match made in heaven, we did together whatever we possible put our mind to, and we fought together the battles of life as normal everyday people. We just loved it, every bit of it and loved each other unconditionally. We also knew no matter what challenge comes in our way, together we can overcome all of them.  One day someone came up to us and told us that we need to die. Without having ill intention, he explained that we are more than just mere mortals and there is a mission calling for us. We were also   explained there are a lot of weird things happening on the other side and it requires investigation, however getting through there is only possible if we are dead by the rules of th...

Who are you? Soul eaters and the tribes of the realms

Working as a butcher in the lowest realm underground isn't the dream job you wish for to have. However, when you are the butcher and can do all sort of stuff under the cover of the butchery to survive, you actually are grateful for this amazing job.  One day I ran out through the door in my broken clothing as I have heard "We got a new delivery!". My colleague shot it, without thinking, straight down... The joy was huge when that ray creature fell on the asphalt. We had to hurry, to ensure no one sees it, as they will jump on the prey as hyenas and take it from us.  Outside everything was grey when you looked around, no colour, just like in a black and white movie. Even on the sky, the clouds that gathered were grey and grumbling from anger. The wind swept through the city's street like in a died out desert, it was silent, yet loud and scary. It was a miracle that we had wind in this realm, in a city deep under ground where these people lived in the deepest poverty i...