Yore Stories

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In the world of Yore, silence in normal. No one can speak. They wouldn't be able to, even if they tried. But on one day a year, they can. It's all because of an algorithm, made to weaken those who could speak out. So it all comes down to her. Time is running out. Midnight is upon us. And so are they. Participant for the Sci-Fi "Child of d'Dahljonica" challenge by WattpadBeyondSol

شخصيات متعددة وثبات بطلتي القصة ذاتِ الوجود الواقعي ،ولكن كل هذه الاحداث لم ولن تحدث بينهما كما سأكتبُ هنا ،سأعترف بأن الابتذال موجود ! نعم فأن الابتذال يحرك المشاعر الميتة كما يفعل معي !،ارجو الاستمتاع بقصتي المبتذلة رغم كوني متوقعة انها لن تنال شيئًا من الاعجاب.

Set in a time just after the conquests of the Great Heathen Army of Ivar the Boneless, a band of Vikings both young and old set sail from the shores of Sweden to recapture the glory of decades past both on the shores of England as well as in a rapidly changing Scandinavia.

"How does the mind even work?" "I've always though it's like a steam engine." "Wrong," said a man dressed as a carrot, posing as if saying something cool. "The mind is like a Hamster running on a wheel. Fast, slow or non-existent; all depends upon the one manning the treadmill." "Huh," nodded the first one in agreement. "Sounds like an excuse for someone to write a series of unconnected stories that make no sense whatsoever," nodded the second one in disagreement. "Yeah," said the man as he turned around, glaring at the eternal sky. "I guess you could say that." He then disappeared, leaving only his tacky costume behind.

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