The modern suburban tribe and their way of life: Khoisan Vagrants
Franz the vagrant came past my house as usual and greeted in good spirits. Every morning he collected a cup of hot coffee and few empty bottles for deposit. One day I asked him how he could endure to stay a vagrant and to live such a desperate life.
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BE THIS TALE'S TOP
and see your name on this scroll
by Mystic3lle M
'Prologue'I was Saged by a man call Vasper VaDale.That was all I know so far from these past two weeks when a Raven guard brought me food once. They always did every single meal hours on a paper tray with bread, milk and on special days a slice of leftover ham and some butter.Prison food sucks to begin with. The bread was always stale, and the milk tasted grimly sour. Only the mice enjoyed this type of food, typically they party here every night. There was a lot of vats and roaches roaming around in this cold, dusty room. I'd gotten used to them now I think.My mom never appreciated them ever since they lived right under our basement at home. House pest were tiny burglar nobody wanted to invite inside their home. My brother and I, we'd chase them all the time with a broom whenever we saw one in the living room, kitchen, bathroom, and only a few of them managed to crawl inside our bedrooms. None of them ever survived just like us, my family and I, the entire Crow clan.Few of the Crow clan's population survived the Raven's Claw. Hundreds of those whom survived were all Saged and controlled by them. Some of surrendered to be Saged just to live. We're like the house pests hunted down by the Ravens. We fled in different part of the world hiding under the shadows from them while most of us stayed behind to fight. Most of us chose death over being captured.We didn't want to be treated as slaves.We didn't want to turn against our own kind.We didn't want them to overpower us any longer.We will fight till the final Uprise.But most of us find it hard to resist the control of our Sagers.I hated the man whom Saged me: General Vasper VaDale. He was not noble, like the guard Phil had described, to let a weak, useless, Crow girl like me live. He did not understand why Vasper VaDale let me live or the reason why he'd Saged me either.I didn't like Phil at all. I especially despise my Sager for hunting down my family in cold blood and letting me live up to this horrible point of no return and when he's finished with me he'd killed me for sure. I'd rather died a happy,young noble hearted Crow rather than a traitor against my own people, my family, friends and clan.That's when I, Libra Harden, must learn to never to trust him or any of his kind.
'Chapter 1: Burned'"Did you smell that?" I sniffed the air for the second time, pulling on a deep grimace. My nose detected smoke. It smelt acridly just like burning rubber tires in gasoline oils.. and a timber-y acid corrosion? I didn't like it whatever it was. Nor did my younger sister, Cal, like it much.
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So there we were…15 years old in the summer of 76'. I met Bobby and we hung-out every day for one glorious summer. It was a summer which would stay with me for a lifetime. We were constantly is search of new adventures, new girls, and new troubles. Bobby had his gang of cronies; all from his elementary school days. There was Joe, Ken, David, Cazzie, and Glenn. Now Joe had a sister, Lisa. She was one year older than us and we were enamored with her. We all wanted her, and none of us were brave enough to ask out an "older girl." One day, Scott, a local kid, began spreading rumors that Lisa was engaging in amoral activities with neighborhood boys. Joe was furious. He had to defend his sister's honor. The poor kid was just starved for attention, meant no harm by it, but we didn't see it that way. All we saw was the reputation of our Lisa being sullied by this lonely malcontent. We decided to straighten him out.
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Long way to Kashmir.
I was told by Mr. Goonar Junior the bus journey from Delhi to Srinagar in the far north of Kashmir would take 27 hours. Grueling enough you would think. It would in fact take 42 hours. The promise of having three days in his fathers wood paneled house boat on serene Dal Lake, nestled in amongst the mighty Himalayas, with three meals a day, and a servant at my disposal, bus travel included. For three thousand rupees, around thirty pounds, how could I refuse?
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