Journal entry

When Marvel Martell's father named him, he was either really drunk or a really big fan of superhero comics, either way, it had landed him to a fate of being referred to as a walking copyright infringement, Marvel was pondering that fact when he approached the upper-class bar that he called home. He pulled open one of the glass doors, his sweaty palm, leaving fingerprints on the silver handle, the chime of the bells above causing his face to contort into something of disgust. Marvel walked through

Our mutual friend, Blaise Zabini, has talked of nothing but your description of the elusive nargles you are so sure live in the gardens of Malfoy Manor. If you are not so compassionate as to dine today with us, Lady Malfoy and I shall be in danger of hating each other for the rest of our lives, for a whole day’s sermon from a secondhand source can never end without a quarrel. Come as soon as you can on receipt of this, provided you wish to discuss magical beasts and where to find them. Yours ever

I have decided to start writing a journal for my journey to India. It has been hard after the downfall of Greece. After the Battle of Corinth and the takeover of my homeland, my life has changed. Rome is not that different from Greece but I am so used to the poleis and isolation, the communication here is so contrasting. With me being a part of Rome, I feel it is difficult to adjust. Now I am a 23-year-old plebeian sailor, struggling through the cities of Rome. I want to go to India to trade

Sunday, August 28, 1968 Dear Diary, I know it's been a while, but I knew I needed to get some of the stuff out of my head. And I won't mention that I might be in trouble with Momma, so I decided to come to my room to get out of her way. This has been quite a busy and hot day Sunday afternoon here in South Carolina. My family and I attended church services this morning and had a great time. The church was crowded and the music and sermon were quite uplifting. The minister preached for nearly

Day 9, September 1, A.D 78. I awoke, feet sore, mouth dry. All of the sudden, I hear growling noises! “Oh… It’s just my stomach, again.” I exclaimed. This is how I wake up every morning on the roads of Pompeii, my new home. My pockets empty, nothing much on me. You can tell I am not the richest of folks, I am in fact the lowest class. Life isn’t very fun being a slave but hopefully that will change soon, currently, I am not respected, no one ever makes eye contact with me and whenever I say hi, they

bought or found as treasure over the last few months. One of the things I did when I was taking my time off is write my journal up neatly, like your reading now, my original hand written one was barely legible even to me and wrote it. Reading through my journal I think I have perhaps been too detailed recording some events and too sparse with others, but I am trying to make a journal someone that future generations of the Killigrew family will read and enjoy. I have also heard rumours of another Killigrew

“Any fears you may have had of him coming for you are now rendered insignificant,” Hugh said. “I’ll fetch the jailor,” Hugh said walking off don the tunnel, whilst Eli complained about the wasted opportunity once more. It was then that I remembered. I would have picked it up sooner, had it not been for Hector’s actions. As I looked at the pencil in the dead man’s eyes, I remembered the notepad he had flung at us. This time I did pick it up off the ground, and I flicked through it rapidly. “Eli, look”

The ride was pretty uneventful, except the songs they started singing half way there. I just sat there quietly in my own world. I was also looking at my vine bracelet. I could feel the life of the plant in it. I could also move it which was pretty cool. I wondered what the full extent of my powers were. I wondered would i be able to do the changing the weather with my mood thing like the original summer. I was snapped out of my thoughts when doors started opening and they started to unload the

Personal Log Entry: 2920 - Gemma Roberts, Chief Engineer for the City of Daedalus “It was an ass-kicking Venusian storm that snapped one of our city’s anchoring tethers; a tether that keeps our floating city from drifting away. I immediately sent my COGS down to the surface to make repairs. The planet’s surface temperature at the time was 462 degrees Celsius and pressure at that altitude, 90 atmospheres; that gave my COGS about seven hours before being crushed. And this gave me just enough time

Journal Entry #1 This week has been insane. I went from trying to talk a girl out of jumping off of the Golden Gate Bridge for experience points to falling with her, which is just the beginning. After I woke up out of VirtNet, I was completely covered in sweat and haunted by the realization that girl, Tanya, was really dead. It wasn’t only in the game for her. Later my friends, Bryson and Sarah, and I met up to talk about the event and talked about a man that Tanya had mentioned was driving her to