Posts Tagged: architecture

02.86

  Gaia said nothing and listened. It was a story. She listened quietly until the voice stopped. The she leaned her head sideways and heard another voice, telling another story. Julia was drawing next to her. She did it again

02.86

  Gaia said nothing and listened. It was a story. She listened quietly until the voice stopped. The she leaned her head sideways and heard another voice, telling another story. Julia was drawing next to her. She did it again

02.84

  On the top of the tower it was windy and very cold. Gaia and Julia wore crimson mantels that the guardian of the tower gave them before escorting them, through a winding staircase, to the open platform. From there

02.84

  On the top of the tower it was windy and very cold. Gaia and Julia wore crimson mantels that the guardian of the tower gave them before escorting them, through a winding staircase, to the open platform. From there

02.83

  Before history. The hero escapes from the Island of Mu minutes before it disappears into the seas. The hero’s brother would name the first man-made island in history after the island that once was. March, 1829. The first twenty-five

02.83

  Before history. The hero escapes from the Island of Mu minutes before it disappears into the seas. The hero’s brother would name the first man-made island in history after the island that once was. March, 1829. The first twenty-five

02.82

  Julia rang the bell at the Wind Tower. Gaia stood in front of the door. A woman with a long, white vest opened the door. Good morning girls, what can I do for you? We need to go on

02.82

  Julia rang the bell at the Wind Tower. Gaia stood in front of the door. A woman with a long, white vest opened the door. Good morning girls, what can I do for you? We need to go on

02.81

  On his way home, the Hero had a vision. His life, a lucky sequence of events. He shivered, afraid of losing his riches and his glory, fearing friends’ requests for help. He then decided he would change his destiny by the

02.81

  On his way home, the Hero had a vision. His life, a lucky sequence of events. He shivered, afraid of losing his riches and his glory, fearing friends’ requests for help. He then decided he would change his destiny by the

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02.79

Julia got closer. The man called Sealey was talking to Gaia, with large gestures of his open hands. His eyes were bright and his voice deep. When she sang, with her broken, raspy voice, everyone sang along and the building

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02.79

Julia got closer. The man called Sealey was talking to Gaia, with large gestures of his open hands. His eyes were bright and his voice deep. When she sang, with her broken, raspy voice, everyone sang along and the building

02.78

  March, 1930. Eighty-six thousand bridges are in use in Helobiae. Around 1500. The world population is confined in eight cities: Helobiae, Tokyo, Marmara, Hong Kong, Artemisa, Hackensack, Goa, Antananarivo. Few, if any, are believed to be living in the

02.78

  March, 1930. Eighty-six thousand bridges are in use in Helobiae. Around 1500. The world population is confined in eight cities: Helobiae, Tokyo, Marmara, Hong Kong, Artemisa, Hackensack, Goa, Antananarivo. Few, if any, are believed to be living in the

02.77

  Gaia and Sealey spoke for ten minutes. Julia remained a few steps away, drawing the man in her notebook. When she looked at him again, he was younger and his back was straight. As she got closer, Gaia was

02.77

  Gaia and Sealey spoke for ten minutes. Julia remained a few steps away, drawing the man in her notebook. When she looked at him again, he was younger and his back was straight. As she got closer, Gaia was

02.76

Julia recognized the man from the pastry shop. His nose was the same, his mouth was the same mouth, the lines on his cheeks and around his eyes were the same. She moved closer to him, he spoke with a

02.76

Julia recognized the man from the pastry shop. His nose was the same, his mouth was the same mouth, the lines on his cheeks and around his eyes were the same. She moved closer to him, he spoke with a

02.74

  One early morning of January, still dark outside, as if she was telling a secret, Emma woke up Kristen, who was four at the time, and whispered. We are leaving. Where are we going? We are moving. When? Now.

02.74

  One early morning of January, still dark outside, as if she was telling a secret, Emma woke up Kristen, who was four at the time, and whispered. We are leaving. Where are we going? We are moving. When? Now.