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Fear and Loathing in Zion: 1983 Doomsday by mdc01957, literature
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Fear and Loathing in Zion: 1983 Doomsday
Fear and Loathing in Zion
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A 1983 Doomsday Tale through the Nations' Eyes
Outskirts of Fillmore, Commonwealth of Deseret. 31 October 2016.
<Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears,
While we all sup sorrow with the poor;
There's a song that will linger forever in our ears;
Oh! Hard times come again no more.
'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary,
Hard Times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door;
Oh! Hard times come again no more…>
I sure do hope so, God willing, Daniel Graham sighed as he looked himself over a mirror one more time and fixed his bowtie. The r
From New World to Old: 1983 Doomsday by mdc01957, literature
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From New World to Old: 1983 Doomsday
From New World to Old
Or,
A 1983 Doomsday Tale through the Nations' Eyes
Schloss Vaduz, Principality of Liechtenstein, Alpine Confederation. 8 July 2016.
If there were one word that Amelia F. Jones could describe the past few hours, it’d be “overwhelming.” That’s not entirely true though, the American thought to herself as she fidgeted the blue, if rather modest cocktail dress she wore. I can think of more than one word. Sighing, she strained to smile as she watched her hosts give a brief history of the ballroom they were in and that of the castle surrounding it.
It wasn’t as though the Survivor-Nation could
The Girl From the New World: 1983 Doomsday by mdc01957, literature
Literature
The Girl From the New World: 1983 Doomsday
The Girl From the New World
Or,
A 1983 Doomsday Tale through the Nations' Eyes
St. Gallen–Altenrhein, Switzerland, Alpine Confederation. 8 July 2016.
Facing the deceptively picturesque waters of Bodensee, there seemed to be nothing particularly notable about the airfield aside from an occassional fighter or helicopter from the Alpine Air Corps. Today however was different, with police and Alpine Militia alike keeping journalists – and potential troublemakers – behind barricades far from the premises. All while a small welcoming party assembled on the tarmac, complete with a small detachment of Landespolizei straight from
A Wasteland Melody (Revised Edition) by mdc01957, literature
Literature
A Wasteland Melody (Revised Edition)
A Wasteland Melody: Or, A 1983 Doomsday Tale through a Nation's Eyes.
Somewhere near the Sopron Frontier. 2009.
The cold November winds coursed through the empty cottage as Austria let his hands recreate Mozart's brilliance from the myriad, worn-out keys before him. That the aristocrat was running out of pieces to play from memory for the day was the least of his concerns. Despite the age of the piano, the sounds that came out seemed to echo about in a way only centuries of mastery could. Surely it was a worthy dedication to the great composers. Worthy enough, the Nation hoped, for her to return.
He no longer wondered when he first started
