Hi. everyone. I won't be able to post anything on the blog today because I've tested positive for COVID-19 and can't concentrate to write. I hope to put Part II of 'A Legend Entrapped' next week.
Months had passed since the world went to war. As nuclear weapons devastated every country out there, my family and I hid in our bunker for six months until our supplies started to run scarce. My mom needed her thyroid medication, and my father his heart medication. I needed to venture out into the wastelands beyond the hatch to search for supplies. My brother was in no condition to walk, and my sister was still too young, so I took a backpack and opened the hatch for the first time since the war broke out. The world I once knew lay in ruins before me. Where once rows of houses and green hills stood, now only charred rubble and hollowed earth remained. The skies were unusually dark, burying any glimmer of light that was meant to reach us. I waded through the deserted terrain, keeping an eye out for any supplies I could find, while also being vigilant about any other survivors who could be wandering those parts. To my luck, I came across two other groups sharing food and medicine. I app...
It’s heartbreaking to see how news covering genocide and tyranny is drowned in the background while lies are brought to the forefront. Even uttering the word gets you shut down, locked behind unseen walls. Justice is always silenced by the powerful and the cruel. Even before our current invaders arrived, my homeland was ravaged at the hands of a former global superpower that started with one of their own neighbours, starving them and driving them apart until they became two nations. ‘Divide and Conquer’ has always been key to many conquests of the colonisers of this world. Once they had colonized the lands of the neighbours who were of similar race and religion, they set out to suffocate people of other races and religions under their feet, forcing their own ideals and laws upon them while robbing them of their cultures and identities. And so, generations of multiple nations were brainwashed into believing they were lesser than their enslavers—a misconception that was hidden behind the...
From a young age, I could peer into people’s minds, and even feel their bodies’ conditions, with just a single touch. This was both a blessing and a curse, for with this ability came the power to heal them of mental and physical ailments at the cost of my own. The side-effects were temporary: sometimes, I would be rendered immobile for days, other times, I would remain bedridden for weeks. My parents were initially against my willingness to heal anyone who needed it, saying I was being too selfless, but the pain was worth it to see them feeling better again. Being in a small town, word of my deeds spread swiftly and it wasn’t long before both medical professionals and religious zealots joined forces against the one whom they saw as a common enemy. They threatened my family and me on numerous occasions and even spread rumours that I was a witch working with the devil—that I was making deals for people’s souls without their knowledge. If it were just me, I could’ve cared less, but their ...
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