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A thunderstorm raged over the sea. A storm was approaching. Behind her lay the forest… and a monster. There was nowhere left to run. Anna came to the edge of the cliff; below, the waves thrashed wildly against blade-sharp rocks. For a moment, her mind flashed with images of her fall… and then—nothing.
“I am Anna Amridge.”
“Enough waiting! I’m not afraid of you! Show yourself.”
“I know you’re there!” Anna took a decisive step and peered into the forest’s shadowy depths. Somewhere in that darkness a pair of hungry eyes watched her—the very thing she feared most.
From the trees emerged Richard; he fell to his knees. “Anna, help me!”
“Richard! My God, what happened? Did that creature attack you? Are you hurt?” With those words, she rushed to him without hesitation, embracing him and checking for injuries.
“Anna… listen to me! Don’t wait… run…” His face was etched with panic, as if he had urgent words to say.
Anna cupped Richard’s face in her hands. “I will never abandon you, Richard. Not now, not ever. I love you.”
He felt her lips brush his and a wild hunger stirred within him—a desire to taste her… the taste of blood.
“No, you don’t understand who I am! Anna, please—run, right now.”
“What are you saying? Why are you pushing me away? Richard… I don’t understand.”
“I… I love you, Anna. Just know that. Those like me don’t choose who they are. You must accept me. Please.”
His gaze lifted to the sky; his hand pointed to the moon, which shone like a second sun through the darkness—full and bright.
Anna turned to bathe in its light. Then she heard sounds like the beast’s roar she had fled: the roar of a wolf.
She spun around. There it stood: the creature with the wolf’s head. She stepped forward, then back again, nearing the precipice. All the while she kept her eyes locked on the snarling beast. Beneath her feet, the ground gave way.
In that instant the creature lunged, driven by ravenous hunger. A radiant light then flooded the air around her, forming an invisible barrier between them—so close, yet untouchable. It was him, the one she loved.
She remembered the forest and the body of Debby—how they found only her torn, blood-soaked clothes, and how others vanished in that cursed wood. It had been Richard’s father, Mr. John, who disappeared.
The wave embraced her gently as she fell. The moment the water closed over her, she saw a young woman with a hauntingly beautiful face. She took Anna’s hand, and together they were carried toward the shore.
“My name is Nali. I live in the ocean with my people.” She bowed to Anna. “Your mother was like a sister to me. We met often—until her twin, your aunt, murdered her, stole her power, and seized control of the witch world.”
To Anna it felt like a dream. Her body glowed. The fall into the raging sea, the miraculous rescue—around them danced mer-women, while somewhere a wolf prowled.
Anna broke the silence. “I can’t believe this… My mother died this morning. At the hands of a warlock.”
Nali looked at her with compassion. “Anna, your people are enslaved. A powerful and ruthless leader has possessed your aunt’s soul to rule both the witch realm and the human world. Soon a war will begin, and the seal may shatter if they gather the ancient stones. I’m sorry this burden falls on you alone… but you are not alone. You have me and my people.”
“Anna, listen. I will reveal your birthright… and much more. But right now, you must accept what has happened. Tonight is the full moon and the day of your coming of age. The higher forces will open your mind and you will understand everything. Fire will obey and protect you, water will carry the secrets it hears, and earth and air will guard you.”
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A dog doesn’t understand death. Not the way we do. He understands silence. He understands that someone who was always there is now not.
He waits by doors that won’t open. He listens for footsteps that only memory still makes. He sniffs at the air for a scent that’s already fading.
But he never hears the words: “She’s gone.” “He passed.” “Never again.”
So in his heart, you’re still alive— just elsewhere. Delayed. Caught in some long errand beyond comprehension.
And isn’t that what we humans do too? We know the facts, we say the words— but inside, we keep waiting. For a call. A knock. A laugh in the next room. As if love had no burial rights. As if memory was a leash tied to a ghost.
Perhaps the dog suffers less because he doesn’t know it’s forever. But perhaps he suffers more, because he never stops hoping.
And maybe that’s what grief really is: the stubborn part of us that waits, ears perked, at a door that will never open again.
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I am stuck in a narrow, crowded road. I can see the beginnings of a traffic jam. This part of the city was, after all known, for its nightmarish traffic situation. One could get stuck among honking cars and two-wheelers, for hours on end. I throw up a silent prayer to the gods, to spare me from a traffic jam. I just dont have the energy to navigate cursing drivers, and pedestrians who didnt have a lick of road sense. "Why couldnt people in this blasted country just follow the damn traffic rules?" "Why did I choose to come here for school?" I can feel my thoughts spiraling as I quietly resign myself to being stuck here for hours. A sudden cool breeze, breaks my reverie. This wasnt just any kind of breeze, it was the sort that brought the sweet promise of rain with it. I feel a new sort of awareness, as I sit up a little straighter. I take in my surroundings as if for the first time. A broad smile, splits my face, as I breathe in the wind carrying the scent of the earth. It reminds me of home, of the many many evenings I spent dancing and laughing in the rain with my siblings. I tilt my face up to the sky as if to greet a long lost friend. I relax, as the first drops, of rain hit me, causing delicious shivers to race up my body......
Created by: gerardfil in andorra on May 27, 2025, 2:29 AM
No, seriously. The Consell General (our parliament) is inside a building smaller than most banks.
It’s wedged right into a bend in the road in Andorra la Vella. It has a parking garage underneath.
In theory, you could run for office, park your car, and walk into the chamber in under three minutes.
I once tried to explain this to a coworker from Berlin. He laughed for five straight minutes.
And yet, it works.
Our political system is one of the oldest in Europe — we’ve had co-princes since the 1200s. One is the Bishop of Urgell (Catalonia), and the other is the President of France.
It’s weird. But stable. And very us.
Maybe you don’t need a palace if you’ve got snow, fiber internet, and municipal hot springs.
New Parliament of Andorra, headquarters of the General Council of Andorra since 2011.
Created by: gerardfil in andorra on May 27, 2025, 2:28 AM
When I was a child, I thought every country had ski lockers at the supermarket.
That’s Andorra. Small, yes. But we live vertically — and very much on our own terms.
I was once asked by an American tourist if we use euros “like France does.” I told him we do. Then I told him we’re not France. Or Spain.
We’re both. And neither.
Catalan is our official language. We learn Spanish and French from childhood. Some of us speak Portuguese at home. Our newsstands carry newspapers from Madrid, Toulouse, and sometimes Lisbon.
And yet, we are something else entirely.
When I travel, people ask if I’m Spanish or French. I always hesitate. “I’m Andorran,” I say. Most smile politely. A few ask if that’s in Africa.
It’s okay. We’re used to being overlooked. But the snow knows who we are.
We belong to mountains. And to each other.

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