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Controlled Men, the adventure of Tom Salisbury. The core of existence
Morekish, having successfully navigated the cosmic realms and restored balance, found himself at a crossroads once again. The mountain ash, now imbued with the essence of cosmic energy, stood as a guide to further adventures. Elara, with a serene smile, spoke words that echoed through the cosmic threads, "Your journey is endless, Morekish. There are realms yet unexplored, and the cosmic balance requires guardians like you to traverse the unknown." With determination in his heart, Morekish embarked on a new phase of his odyssey. The mountain ash glowed with an otherworldly radiance, illuminating the path ahead. His allies from the cosmic alliance dispersed, each returning to their respective realms, and Morekish, accompanied by Elara, ventured into uncharted territories. Their journey led them to realms where reality itself was fluid, where concepts of time and space bent to the will of cosmic forces. Morekish honed his abilities, mastering the art of manipulating energies that spanne
Last Updated : 2021-10-06Controlled Men, the adventure of Tom Salisbury. Flashback: In the Beginning
CHAPTER TWO The moon cast its silvery glow over the cavern, and Morekish, despite the heaviness in his heart, succumbed to the embrace of sleep. As he drifted into dreams, the echoes of unanswered questions lingered in the air. Meanwhile, his mother tended to the newborn, cradling the baby in her arms. The soft coos of the infant mingled with the rustle of leaves outside the cavern. The baby, nestled against her chest, emanated a gentle warmth—a new life in the world of shadows and moonlit secrets. She glanced at Morekish, sleeping peacefully, his innocent face a stark contrast to the torrent of emotions he had unleashed earlier. A sigh escaped her lips as she gently rocked the baby, contemplating when the right time would be to reveal the rest of the story. The night wore on, and the cavern echoed with the subtle sounds of a lullaby sung in a language that seemed to carry ancient tales. The gentle rhythm of her song seemed to weave a protective cocoon around the mother and her two
Last Updated : 2021-10-06Controlled Men, the adventure of Tom Salisbury. Quest
CHAPTER THREE Days turned into weeks, and Morekish's quest for understanding continued. His days were filled with the routine of mountain life—training with the pack, honing his instincts, and tending to the needs of the cavern. Yet, his nights were devoted to delving deeper into the untold stories that his mother had only hinted at. The mountain ash, sensing Morekish's insatiable curiosity, became a silent companion in his nightly explorations. Its leaves rustled softly, as if whispering ancient secrets that only the wind could comprehend. Morekish found solace in its presence, a connection to the mystical forces that guided his lineage. One evening, as the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm glow over the rugged landscape, Morekish approached his mother with a determination that bordered on urgency. "Mom, we need to talk," he began, his eyes reflecting a mix of eagerness and apprehension. His mother, ever attuned to the rhythms of nature, nodded knowingly. "Sit, Moreki
Last Updated : 2021-10-06Controlled Men, the adventure of Tom Salisbury. The Chosen Ones
CHAPTER FOUR Morekish's days became a harmonious blend of training with the mountain pack and delving into the mystical arts passed down through his family's lineage. The mountain ash, now an even more integral part of his journey, responded to his presence with a luminous brilliance that mirrored the depth of his understanding. Under the guidance of his mother, Morekish honed his abilities to channel the cosmic energies that flowed through the nexus in the heart of the mountain straights. He discovered that the spotted coat, a mark of the guardian lineage, was not just a physical attribute but a manifestation of the cosmic threads that bound them to their sacred duty. The mountain pack, sensing Morekish's growing prowess, welcomed him as one of their own. Together, they patrolled the mountain straights, safeguarding the nexus from any malevolent forces that sought to breach its boundaries. Morekish felt a deep connection to the pack, their howls echoing through the mountainous terr
Last Updated : 2021-10-06Controlled Men, the adventure of Tom Salisbury. Help
As he was robotically making his way back to the tent, a heavily bearded man, wearing a flowing white robe and tying his turban in a very neat fashion with a striped robe. He looked Arab, though he does not carry that kind of sinister and trepidation air most of them carry, he looks like the sort which can easily make people forget his Arab heritage, he was quite calm, exuding an air of tranquility and a slight feeling of very warm friendliness. Tom could see this man approaching him with an amused face and a knowing smile that bordered on tenderness. He stopped, his eyes twitched involuntarily and his mind went into haywire, fixing and transfixing, what's happening and what should he do, run? Is he one of those men seeking for him the other day, no, yesterday, shut up head this is not the time to banter. 'Make a run for it, make a run Tom!' His mind screamed.
Last Updated : 2021-10-06Controlled Men, the adventure of Tom Salisbury. The Titan In The Titan Group
Tom left that arena not knowing how to feel though his body is still feeling groggy, he needs to bathe. In a way, he felt surprisingly relieved, maybe he loves their help though he does not know how it will come, it sounds anyway, pretty sniffy but relieving to find a headrest for his poor overstressed skull. In a way, he's not relaxed. He's watched without knowing it. Only them? Better be.He strode into his tent, went to where he hid some of his money, gazed around as he doesn't trust his tranquil environment anymore. He extracted the cash from a purse and decided to find a strap and start hanging the purse over his neck, he no longer trusts the security of his tent. Turning around a white robe passed by the door of his tent and he jumped, but the white robe seems just to be passing by, he made a mental note to be closing the door of his tent every time even if the heat inside is threatening to roa
Last Updated : 2021-10-06Controlled Men, the adventure of Tom Salisbury. Off To The Pyramids
off. The white robe was incredibly soft and very comfy on him, it was made from pure cotton he presumed. He wore his turban, and tightened it up, he swung around as if a young girl announcing the coming of a new panty, pity there is no mirror here. He dabbed his face with some powder to look more Arab, satisfied with his adornment though, without a mirror, he set out, opened the door, and spread his arms wide so that the group outside could see. "Now, that's nice Tom, wear your beads, where're your beads?" Ruput asked. "Beads? Oh yeah. Let me go and get it right away. " Tom rushed back inside the tent. After a while, he appeared again and they were ready to go. There
Last Updated : 2021-10-31Controlled Men, the adventure of Tom Salisbury. Into The Pyramids
As they stepped into the cave-like entrance through the corner of the pyramid, they heard echoes of footsteps. Very few guards were lazily sleeping by the side in a perfunctory manner to cover for the praying group while one or two of them were shuffling around, yawning and muttering of which a non-Egyptian can not make out. Some of the invading group members became alarmed. They thought that since they have managed to isolate and evade the guard group manning the entrance that it will be a hitch-free ride. However, as some weak-minded and unsteady ones were beginning to whisper and make whimpering noises, Ruput's hand appeared in the air, he brought it to his lips and opened the side of his robe, a purple bottle with a stopper surfaced along with his hand, he pulled the stopper and pressed the top of the bottle and a wifty dreamy aroma suffused the air. With his hands, he beckoned on them to move f
Last Updated : 2021-10-31
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Controlled Men, the adventure of Tom Salisbury. Rustic
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Controlled Men, the adventure of Tom Salisbury. Heidi Again
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Controlled Men, the adventure of Tom Salisbury. Heidi in Bart
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Controlled Men, the adventure of Tom Salisbury. The Torn Woman
"You love the prison. ""Yeah… " she slurred, eyes still transfixed on nothing in particular. "Why so? ""Gives me a befitting home.""How's that? ""Chains properly as I should be. ""You think you're a maniac? ""Yeah, I know that. ""The world ain't for us. " the other young lady sighed. "I ain't ask for any world, I only asked for mine. ""So, sorry. ""Ain't no full-time. " and she finally exhaled.He blew at the leaves and slowly, almost imperceptibly a lick of fire started forming and grew on to devour the leaf and even furthermore, to burn his fingers. This brought him out of his reverie, lost to his first wonders of magic. Over on some other side of the world, an old man stopped on his tracks, hoed his beards with his fingers and made an about turn with such haste to where his heels had faced. Things are beginning to get interesting and this is the first of the episodes, mankind, see your lost child. He ran all the way to the Hut fearing that someone, someone else, someone
Controlled Men, the adventure of Tom Salisbury. The Torn Man
He felt surprisingly embarrassed when he stopped some metres off from where the chase began and stood hands on his knees panting like a starving panda thrown into the deep wilderness. How foolish was he to think, nay, to believe that whatever it called, magic or not, will effectively save him from the menacing growls of a hunger-struck Lion. Thanks to his fate, the lion was wounded, tired and bereft of any atom of energy and most importantly, will. If not, pray he's not the stubborn praying mantis the finds peace at the belly of the fowl. Freedom is taking another meaning to Tom right now and no, it's not the freedom to believe, it is the freedom to live. "I must leave this forest now," a mental note forms of its own accord in his head. He took recognisance of it and off like the Willy hillbilly traditional cum primitive hunter he has become, he left the plateau and down the hilly slope he sled. Life is bubbling within him and… "life is bubbling within me. " he halted. Sharp like a
Controlled Men, the adventure of Tom Salisbury. Ghost
" hàgdhdkfkdjdhdjsjsjskskakàkakaaa""hsgshdkeudjdndssmsms" strong puffs of thick, black and Misty smoke started rising from the sturdy and sizeable cauldron. the face of the man, or was it woman (the thick smoke was clouding the face and blocking out most of her figure which even if on its own cannot be easily distinguished from that of a male.the distorted face of the figure appears within the light peering down into the cauldron with a childlike gusto and expectation. She grins exposing some good and chipped set of white teeth sprinkled among brown and dead ones. her lips are overhanging the teeth, drooping more than normal leftward and never leaving the lower lip at the edge. She stirs her putrid eyes as she stirs the putrid contents of the putrid pot. life stirs within her and an enthralled chatter that the African monkies will strive to mimic excaped her lips. a fang of a tongue creepily rolls out of her mouth as if having its own life as the happin
Controlled Men, the adventure of Tom Salisbury. The She-He
"find me a basin of water.""pour in some heaven's potion."" go in by the left, yeah, you will smell a fresh buttermint leave as you enter, follow it, find the leaf and bring it here."some seconds." yes, drop it in. make sure it is submerged in the water thoroughly. find the guava bark, split it,draw the juice from its inner part, flick it in an anticlockwise manner into the bowel. when you're done with it, leave it for me let me finish it up. thank you, you can go outside no" hàgdhdkfkdjdhdjsjsjskskakàkakaaa""hsgshdkeudjdndssmsms" strong puffs of thick, black and Misty smoke started rising from the sturdy and sizeable cauldron. the face of the man, or was it woman (the thick smoke was clouding the face and blocking out most of her figure which even if on its own cannot be easily distinguished from that of a male.w."
Controlled Men, the adventure of Tom Salisbury. Gawky Guy
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Controlled Men, the adventure of Tom Salisbury. Tom story
" I've found you Rose." he swatted out the droplets of rain from his face and the beard."You ran through the rain." Rose stated which was more like asking, quivering and holding up on her own drenched in the rain."Yes, of course, I have to come after you," a little bit of unease in which Rose found time to turn her back to him, prepping to jump down from the precipice of the roof and into the night sky or so it seemed."You didn't need to run away. Especially like that." he walked up to her, coming close enough to swing his arm around her, only to be ward off by an invisible barrier, something is wrong with Rose."What's up with you dear? you seem to be blowing off heat. Are you okay?" he was deeply worried." I made the run for it because he wanted to use me for his rituals."" What?!" Tom was immediately enraged. he felt like he was suffocating, all breath and life has gone out of him and his eyes have lost its light. He turned like a gladiato
