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Chapter 2: In Which The Hero Of The Icelandic Saga, Njáll Njálsson Makes a First Appearance It was with a jump that Njáll Njálsson awoke to the sound of his alarm clock sounding. With a fist that once broke two wine glasses over the head of a drunk partygoer, Njáll Njálsson slammed his fist down upon the clock, causing a ringing to resound at a higher volume throughout the room. Njáll Njálsson pulled his thick wool covers around his body, wishing to continue sleeping even further into the Saturday afternoon. Surely it could have only been by the treachery of Loki that his alarm sound on such a day,

Acceleration Glory Chapter 5: The Coming Storm The merry trio left the Sushi bar in high spirits, yet with a noticeably smaller amount of money.  Elliot and Niko didn't mind at all. Andre, on the other hand, had enough resentment for the two of them. He did keep it to himself though. "So, now that that one Luc fellow did Andre the disservice of taking his movie away from him, want to still go see 'Path Of The King'?", Niko asked Elliot, causing Andre to groan. Elliot laughed. "Sure!", he agreed, causing Andre to groan further. "Fine, but next time we eat out, you Duel the crazy challenger", Andre said, offering an ultimatum in response. "

Why I Write: Attack of The Death Sandwich I think I died once. It wasn't so bad. It was sort of like being asleep. Although, when I'm asleep, I've never seen myself make a sandwich. It's a strange feeling. Of course, one would have to wonder what the sandwich represented. I mean, people don't see themselves making sandwiches when they die unless there is some meaning behind the sandwich. Sadly, try as I might, I can't remember what was in the sandwich. I sort of wonder if somehow remembering what was in the sandwich would change my relationship to it at all. Huh. That's a funny thing to consider. Someone's relationship to his half death

He was a praying man. He was a man of God. He was the one who was always the last one to leave the church, still crouched before the cross, his hands folded and his eyes closed, dead in posture, but thriving in spirit.  In the mornings, it was him to be the first out of bed, likewise first into the town ready to begin his trade, furs draped over his shoulder giving him the look of a well padded beast. In the evening, it would be him to be the first to set aside his wares, coupled with the meager earnings he brought in that day. Then and only then, would the mile walk across town begin.  It was always just a matter of minut

The Mourning After Day 1 My alarm hit 7:45, like it had all past days of the year. The routine annoying screech that echoed through the small motel room woke me up with a shudder. My hand darted instinctively to the 'Off' Button. I was tempted to hit snooze, but my desire to sleep in had left me many months ago. Now, I was at the beck and call of the alarm. I had tried a great many times to wake up before the alarm sounded, but never to any avail. I constantly find myself wishing that at some earlier night I had set the alarm to an earlier time, as to give myself a longer amount of time in my days, but such was a wish that was always in va

Chapter 2: In Which The Hero Of The Icelandic Saga, Njáll Njálsson Makes a First Appearance It was with a jump that Njáll Njálsson awoke to the sound of his alarm clock sounding. With a fist that once broke two wine glasses over the head of a drunk partygoer, Njáll Njálsson slammed his fist down upon the clock, causing a ringing to resound at a higher volume throughout the room. Njáll Njálsson pulled his thick wool covers around his body, wishing to continue sleeping even further into the Saturday afternoon. Surely it could have only been by the treachery of Loki that his alarm sound on such a day,