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For his love of dog and the history of men was unparalleled.

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  • 121 weeks
    Merry Christmas.

    Howdy folks, Just wanted to take a moment to wish everyone a slightly late Christmas, and to give a bit of an update on things.

    For one, I have a few chapters for The Peddler that I'll be posting soon, perhaps as early as tomorrow.

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  • 138 weeks
    Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it.

    Howdy folks, GC here.

    I'm sure many (or maybe few) have wondered where I've been these past months. Well, long story short, breaking an arm and dealing with deaths in family are never easy. So, most of my writing (along with almost everything else) had flatlined the past few months. But, with time, both my familial and physical wounds have healed, and so I've taken up the pen again.

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  • 194 weeks
    A little update.

    Howdy folks, Chaos here, I know it has been near two months since my last few posts, and since then I have been rather quiet. Well, I'm sure many of you will be glad to hear that I do have a few revised chapters done for We're Not in Europe Anymore..., however, I had found, again, a rather lack of interest in the story. Perhaps my sense of Artist's Syndrome has kept me from accepting their

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  • 202 weeks
    The Answer

    Morning folks, as promised I have given some thought to a solution to the problem regarding We're Not In Europe Anymore... and have come to a conclusion. I spoke to a moderator on this site yesterday regarding posting two separate stories, one as a rewrite while still keeping the original up, but he recommended to me that I simply delete the old chapters to the original and post rewrites,

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  • 202 weeks
    A Serious Question

    Howdy folks, Chaos here. After a long time of inactivity on this site, I have decided to give it a go once again. Now, I have found myself wanting to continue We're Not In Europe Anymore, however, after rereading the chapters that are currently posted, I instantly lost a great deal of will to do so. These are the main reasons why:

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May
6th
2017

A Tribute to Man's Best Friend. · 10:25pm May 6th, 2017

Gentlemen of the Jury: The best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it most. A man's reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us, may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads.

The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog. A man's dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master's side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer. He will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings, and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.

If fortune drives the master forth, an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him, to guard him against danger, to fight against his enemies. And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes his master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by the graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even in death.

George Graham Vest - c. 1855

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