christos200
Never tell me the odds
Can I join?
stTNESI: Before They Were Hanged
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bonefang
Emperor
Can I join .... (possibly as Greece? Just to annoy Christos 
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Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
I'm going to take another stab at updating, since the interest truly does seem to be sustained.
The cow was treated better than he. The cow produced milk and was not whipped for fear that it might stop. He did not produce milk and was whipped without fear and to instill fear. That was the way of things. The evidence written in the red welts on white scars that covered his back.
He was from the coast. Where on the coast, he did not know. He knew his village and the curve of the beach from where he launched his boat. But until he was taken he had never left his village. He was taken at night while he was returning home. When he awoke, for he had been beaten soundly, he saw nothing but darkness. He lived in darkness like Friend Worm for weeks.
It was for this reason he had not tried to escape.
But on that morning as he climbed the hills he had looked back and saw the sea. He had of course seen the sea daily. But at this elevation he could really see the sea from the salt water. He saw that the coast ran like an eel. Perhaps he thought he could follow the eel till he reached his home?
With that, he resolved to escape.
His chance came later during that day. On a particularly hard stretch where the path became mud and the drop became enough even for the cows to perceive the danger, another porter stumbled, slipped and dropped over the precipice. His cargo piled high in baskets, fell with him. Save for one shell which he hid between the skin and his manacle.
He was from the coast. Where on the coast, he did not know. He knew his village and the curve of the beach from where he launched his boat. But until he was taken he had never left his village. He was taken at night while he was returning home. When he awoke, for he had been beaten soundly, he saw nothing but darkness. He lived in darkness like Friend Worm for weeks.
It was for this reason he had not tried to escape.
But on that morning as he climbed the hills he had looked back and saw the sea. He had of course seen the sea daily. But at this elevation he could really see the sea from the salt water. He saw that the coast ran like an eel. Perhaps he thought he could follow the eel till he reached his home?
With that, he resolved to escape.
His chance came later during that day. On a particularly hard stretch where the path became mud and the drop became enough even for the cows to perceive the danger, another porter stumbled, slipped and dropped over the precipice. His cargo piled high in baskets, fell with him. Save for one shell which he hid between the skin and his manacle.
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