The Forth Kingdom 7 : The Dark Empire

There was a poor pandemic across the empire. The huge import of slaves almost immediately put all the farmers and owners of small out of businesses. The population of poor people was an immediate

The stars were gleaming in the night sky. Emily, Luke and Tim were eating cold tomato soup in the living area. It was horrid. The groundskeeper began to speak abruptly. “Now, I’m gonna tell you about an incident that happened right here in this building about 8 years ago. Kids just like you were sent here. It was night fall, and the atmosphere was eerie and uncalm. Something was about to go down. Something big! So, as I was saying, every child was heading off to bed when there was harsh sounding scream that came from upstairs. And then there was another after that. A girl and boy had been slaughtered. I looked up towards the staircase and saw a dark black figure with fiery red eyes. For one moment, the hideous looking creature was there, staring at me. The next, vanished!”

Review of The Last Emperors: A Social History of Qing Imperial Institutions, Written by Evelyn S. Rawski

The thundering footsteps of the march sang in chorus with the rumble of the blackened sky. The rain pelted down like bullets mercilessly penetrating deep into the earth. The smell of chaos and fear drifted into the cool, steel air and was carried away with the gush of breeze. The noise of confusion overpowered the sound of raindrops that shattered on the tile roofs. People strolled out of their houses with curiosity about the commotion at the centre of the village. The villagers held deadly weapons in their tight grasps that seem capable of mutilating the mightiest of beasts.

Post Classical politics first came to be when Kong Fuzi or Confucius brought it up during the classical era. Confucius was an educator and a political advisor. At the time, China was experiencing problems and Confucius helped to settle everything. He passed his knowledge on to students who then created analects which are political and cultural traditions that Confucius had taught. Confucius was a very wise man. He did not answer philosophical questions because it did not help to solve the problems at hands and he refused to answer religious question because it was too complex for mere human beings to understand. He believed that political and social harmony came from appropriate arrangements of human relationships with one another. To him,

Bellowing out the oversized rough looking man showed his gun at Abram, ‘Get the hell out of my sight you piece of shit!’ Stepping backward Abram nodded, although overwhelmed silently pledging a new chapter in life, and began the journey home. Flowing gust of wind blew endlessly, dressing the scene with dark moving clouds, within each ruffling leaf his heart sang. The idea of danger bypassed his soul entering into the darkest area, on the edge of the once crowed park. Previously empty streets are lined with vehicles of all sorts, tall aging street lambs offer no help, most are in need of repair while a few stay dimly illuminated. Reading the signs along the way, “No Parking” increasing his pace realizing this is not a good position to be in. There are no apartments close by, the park is too dark, he could not see anyone, or for that matter hear any noise whatsoever. Little did Abram know, there are people, many dangerous people watching his every step! Two middle aged men keep their stranger under observation from a building a distance away. Communicating to another set of men sitting in a van with tinted windows along the parkway. Passing a large truck Abram had no idea the graffiti truck held many more people with high

From gaining to maintaining their power, Macbeth and Lady Macbeth continually seek out darkness to aid them in their evil endeavors. Once king, Macbeth allows himself to be utterly enveloped by this darkness and once consumed, he is prepared to eliminate any who would intercept his newly obtained power and thus, to squash any hope of redemption. Malcolm describes this by saying, “But Macbeth is. [treacherous]

The dirt felt uneven as the wooden wagon shook and jumped and the wheels rattled and creaked. He saw white clouds and a blue sky. The world is not dead. The stranger sat up and saw the buildings. The corpses were gone, to his delight. A tear ran down his cheek, but he rubbed it off. The driver was a man in a grey cloak and hood. My hooded saviour. ‘’Your awake,’’ he said. The stranger looked forward. We’re still not out of the town. The stranger pinched his arm. Great, I’m still alive. ‘’I am sorry. I tried to get here, but I was too late. Garland found me and tied me up, but I managed to escape,’’ the man said. The stranger preferred to be silent, but he had to ask. ‘’Why?’’ The hooded man probably tried to

I did not know who this ‘Headless Horseman’ was, but I wanted to know. This town looked mysterious anyways, I knew something was off ever since I walked into this wicked town.

This book tells the autobiographical story of a young boy living in South Africa during the apartheid regime in 1986. The story begins with focusing on the brutal nature of living in the township of Alexandra. Mathabane begins by describing the horrors of police raids that take place during the night or early in the morning. The only warnings available to the people of Alexandria, were the ones of people running and hiding from the police. These police raids were in order to sniff out violent gangs, or people who did not possess a passbook, or at least have their book in order. Mathabane and other children became panic-stricken hearing about the police, or the white men. He saw them worse than the boogeyman himself, "I gasped and stiffened at the name

sure. No, one even the bravest of knights had ever returned from there, for they, fade in the dust storms that arise out of nowhere. The land looked on with wild devastation and hate, so arid that it supports sparse vegetation. Unsuitable for human beings to inhabit, so dry, the sun so hot, the skin burns and blisters in a short time, the wind blows mercilessly there, subsequently pitting the skin, a land that seems lifeless.

Everything stood still in the kingdom, and peace was easy to find. Safrax was a magical place and everyone had a purpose within the city walls. The castle had about one hundred and fifty personnel and the city consisted of about eight thousand people. The city streets were always packed and the markets full of food. You could probably say though, that a good portion of the men didn’t eat anything because their bellies were always full of mead. This is what the kingdom was known for, their strong noble men and the wonderful mead that washes worries away. It did just that until today. The day that a maid was murdered.

In recent years, the amount of information we have aces to might seem overwhelming and unbearable. The internet alone contains billions if not trillions of outlets filled with information. Books, articles, journals, reviews, movies and even television shows seem to through more information that one can handle. How is it that we manage the amount of information we are given. How is it that we are not overwhelmed with everything and are able to? The reason for this is that we have learned to evolve and adapt to this “overload” of information by learning to develop an analytical mentality which we apply to forms of information we come across on a daily basis.

A gloomy, dark, broken, isolated, boring place was known as Frightful Fields. There stood a land of no happiness where crickets chirp, owls hoot, cries, and screams were heard. This place was a run down, rough, and dry city which no one ever strolled on the grounds of. Rats ran on the streets and trash was thrown all over the roads. The night glared at whoever was outside at anytime. The air always had a smell of blood in it. Never was there any sun or color. In fact, the city was more like a slaughterhouse. There were dead bodies in every alley. Scared people all over the city prayed they would not get killed. People disappearing was quite common in Frightful Fields. Most of the food here tasted tremendously like a sock. Even in

Ruler of the World is a fictionalised novel on the third great Mughal Emperor Akbar. This is the third part (out of five) of “Empire of the Mughal” series by Alex Rutherford. The author’s pen name is Diana Preston from London. This book is a continuation of the second part i.e. Humayun’s history . The book chronicles the life of Akbar. It starts from the period when Akbar takes up the throne (February 1542) after his father Humayun’s death to the period when his son Salim (Jahangir) takes up the throne after his death (15th October 1556).