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The Fool's Gold Sultan And The Ring
"Phew!" exclaimed Sultan, wiping the sweat from his brow as he took off his apron and folded it neatly. “And I'm done for the day.”He turned to his coworker, Jerry, who was standing behind the counter, and tossed him the towel, calling out with a cheerful voice, "Yo! Catch!" Jerry glared at Sultan, his expression blank, then returned to mixing the cocktail. He didn't even try to catch the towel, which landed on the floor behind the counter with a dull thud. Sultan shrugged with a smile, not wanting to make a fuss. It was no secret that Jerry wasn't the friendliest person, and he had never bothered to explain why. But when Sultan once asked him why he was always so cold to him especially, Jerry's reply was blunt and brutal: "You're dumb and act like a fool." The words had stung, and Sultan had never forgotten them.Despite Jerry's attitude, Sultan always did his best to make their working relationship as smooth as possible. He was determined to be the bigger person.That day, Sulta
The Fool's Gold The Ring Metamorphosed?
Sultan took a deep breath and opened the door, bracing himself for whatever was on the other side. When he stepped into the room, he was met with a sight that he didn't want to comprehend. His mind struggled to make sense of the scene before him.The sight before him was shocking. There was his girlfriend, kissing another man, with people he recognized as her parents and family members gathered around them as witnesses. Sultan couldn't believe his eyes. He had no idea that there was some sort of gathering happening in his girlfriend's room, let alone that she would be engaging in such an intimate act with another man.No one seemed to notice Sultan standing in the doorway, frozen in shock or perhaps, chose to ignore him. That is, until his girlfriend's little sister called out to him. "Uncle Sultan!" she exclaimed, running towards him. Sultan's gaze remained fixed on his girlfriend, who was still locked in an embrace with the other man. Some of the family members gave him sympathe
The Fool's Gold The Old Beggar
Sultan stared blankly at the card, trying to comprehend what had just happened. The purple ring he had been holding had somehow become a purple tarot card. But how was that possible? He couldn't wrap his head around it. He knelt there, frozen in place, for what felt like hours. Even the tears that had been welling up in his eyes dried up.Sultan's mind flashed back to the day he'd bought the ring. It had been a usual, sunny day, and he'd been feeling hopeful and optimistic. He'd withdrawn his life savings from the bank, determined to buy a ring that would show Tiana how much he loved her.As Sultan had been walking home from the bank, he'd passed by a jewelry store and decided to go in and as he approached the store, he noticed a beggar sitting outside. Sultan had bought a loaf of bread from a nearby bakery, and he decided to give it to the beggar.As he approached the man, he noticed something strange. The beggar's eyes were filled with a strange, purple light, just like the tarot
The Fool's Gold Fool In Our Hands
When Sultan flipped the card over, he saw an image on the front of it. It was an image of a hooded figure, cloaked in shadows. A single purple eye could be seen, staring out from the hood. A purple mist seemed to emanate from the figure, spreading out into the darkness around it. And beneath the image were two words, written in a strange, otherworldly script: "The FOOL.”The longer Sultan looked at it, the more the figure in the card seemed to shift and change, as if they were alive. Suddenly, he heard a voice in his head, a low, deep voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once."What do you wish for?" it asked."Huh? Who's there?," Sulton demanded out of a bit of dread. Everything around him lately these days has been so… unreal and it's messing with his sanity. Perhaps, this was all his imagination.But as he spoke, the symbols on the card began to glow even brighter, pulsing with light. The voice in his head spoke again, this time with a sense of amusement."You
The Fool's Gold The Hermit And The Fool
Sultan felt confused at that moment. He didn't understand why the general had called him a fool. He opened his mouth to speak, desperate to clear up any misunderstanding. “Please, sir, you have to listen to me. I am not a fool. If you'd just give me a chance to explain…” His voice trailed off as the general held up a hand to silence him.Resilient, Sultan opened his mouth to continue speaking, but the general cut him off. “Don't move. Don't speak. Just freeze!” he said sternly. The tone of the general's voice made it clear that he was not to be disobeyed. Despite his fear, however, Sultan wanted or better still, felt like he needed to explain what was happening from his own perspective."Look, I am not from this world, okay? I just, I just… "Sultan tried to explain himself, but the words caught in his throat. 'I... I...' he stammered, trying to get his thoughts in order. But before he could finish his sentence, the general and everything around him disappeared. Like a mirage, every
The Fool's Gold Favour And Luck (1)
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. The sound of his alarm clock filled his ears, a shrill, piercing noise that made his head throb. As his eyes fluttered open, his face twisted into a frown upon being awakened by the alarm clock.Sultan tried to turn off the alarm, but it was just out of reach. Finally, with a sigh of resignation, he got up from the bed, still feeling dazed from the slumber. His feet hit the cold, hardwood floor with a thud. He shivered and started to make his way to the alarm.Chirp-chirp!Sultan heard the familiar sound of a new notification on his phone. He grumbled to himself, “Ugh. It's too early for this.”He forced his eyes open and squinted at the bright screen, finally finding his phone and unlocking it.Sultan squinted at the screen as he read the message from Jerry. It said, 'Hey, the boss wants us to work as waiters at the guest party at the Colonial Mansion tonight. Time is promptly 8pm.’Sultan rubbed his eyes, dispelling the last vestiges
The Fool's Gold Favour And Luck (2)
Sultan rushed to the main road and waved down a cab, knowing that the free bus service that was typically provided by one of the city's wealthiest families had ended at 8:00 a.m. He would have to find another way to get to work.The free bus service was a lifesaver for commuters who needed to get to work quickly, but Sultan had missed his chance to use it today. He would have to pay for the cab ride, which he didn't want to do but right now he has no choice.The cab driver pulled over to the curb and asked Sultan, “Do you know Light's Fill-up Restaurant? Just at the Bolivar street.”“Opposite the Greg's pizza shop right?” the cab man asked politely and Sultan nodded in agreement. “Yes, that's the place,”he said. The cab driver responded, “I know where that is.”Sultan was about to ask the cab driver about the cost of the fare, but before he could even get the words out, he realized that he had no dime. Empty! - he had no money. Sultan quicky apologized and said, “I'm so sorry to ha
The Fool's Gold The 'W' Gold Card
Everything was confusing for Sultan, but he knew he needed to sort things out. He hated feeling in the dark or out of the loop, and this situation was muddling his mind. To clear his thoughts, he decided to take a moment alone to sort through his thoughts. He made his way to the restroom to get some privacy and peace of mind.As Sultan stepped toward the restroom door, he heard Jerry call out to him. “Hey, why are you going there? Aren't you supposed to be on your way home or something? Are you planning to spend your whole day here?”Sultan smiled at this, but it was a smile of feigned convenience rather than a genuine smile. “No, no, I just need to use the restroom,” he said. “And then I'll head home,” he added.Jerry shrugged. “Oh, okay then. Whatever you need. Just make sure you're not taking too long, okay?”Sultan nodded in response instead, his mouth dry. He pursed his lips as he turned the knob on the restroom door and walked inside.Upon getting in, he rested his back against
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The room was dark, the only sound was the faint hum of the air conditioner, and Sultan could still feel his pulse racing from the nightmare. He muttered under his breath, "Damn it…"Sultan shifted in bed, the sheets rustling as he pushed himself up to sit at the edge. His hand ran through his hair, now damp with sweat. He could still feel the weight of the dream, the shadows of the four figures lingering in his mind. Their accusations, the way they chased him, it all felt too real. It was as if they were trying to pull him back into something he desperately wanted to escape from."Forgotten... forsaken… what the hell does it even mean?" He muttered, rubbing his face with his palms. The clock on the nightstand showed 6:15 AM. He hadn’t planned on waking up this early, but after that dream, there was no chance of going back to sleep. He got up, his feet making soft thuds on the carpet as he moved to the window. Pulling the curtains apart, he was met with the dull light of dawn. The
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Nightmare - Forsaken Son
Darkness clung to Sultan like a thick fog as he found himself standing in the middle of an unfamiliar place. He couldn’t tell if it was night or day—the sky was a dull, ashen gray, and the air was still, oppressive, as if the world itself were holding its breath. Around him, shadows loomed, shifting and twisting, never settling into anything recognizable.Sultan’s breath quickened, his heart pounding in his chest. He wasn’t sure how he had ended up here or why, but something about this place gnawed at the edges of his mind, a whisper of fear that he couldn’t quite shake. The ground beneath his feet was cold, hard, and unyielding, and every step he took seemed to echo into the void.He started walking, not sure where he was going, but driven by an urgent need to move. His footsteps were the only sound, the silence around him thick and stifling. As he moved forward, the shadows seemed to part slightly, revealing a narrow path ahead. It wound through what appeared to be an endless exp
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The Shadow In The Armstrong's Den
The road to a certain destination was long and winding, flanked by dense forests that seemed to close in around the narrow path. The man walked with a deliberate pace, his steps heavy with the weight of memories that he couldn’t shake. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, and the only sound was the steady crunch of leaves underfoot.As the road twisted and turned, the destination finally came into view, nestled at the end of the valley. "Armstrong's Den," the man blurted out.The house stood like a forgotten sentinel, its once-grand façade now weathered by time. Vines clung to the walls, and the windows, some broken, others covered in dust, gazed out like the hollow eyes of a weary sentinel. The man hesitated at the edge of the clearing, his gaze fixed on the house that seemed to hold all the answers he had been seeking.Without a word, he moved forward, crossing the worn cobblestone path that led to the front door. The creaking of the floorboards under his feet
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Shadow In The Woods
(SOMEWHERE IN THE WOODS)..It was a typical late afternoon in the sleepy little town of Thornwood, where the world seemed to move just a touch slower. The summer sun was beginning its descent, casting long, lazy shadows across the winding dirt road that led out of town and into the thick, endless stretch of woods that bordered the northern edge of the county. The locals called it the “Dark Forest,” though it had no official name. It was a place that everyone knew of but few dared to explore.Today, the forest was quiet, as it usually was, save for the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant cry of a bird. The air was thick with the scent of pine and earth, and the light filtered through the dense canopy above, painting the forest floor in a patchwork of gold and shadow.As the day edged closer to dusk, the quiet was broken by the crunch of gravel underfoot. A man, dressed in a worn leather jacket and faded jeans, walked slowly down the old road that cut through the forest. His
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Dine For Marriage (2)
The room, still warm with the remnants of their earlier conversation, felt charged with an undercurrent of something unspoken, something that Sultan had already perceived.For Sultan was no ordinary man. Known to many as the fool—a title that masked the depth of his true abilities—he had honed his skills to an art. And today, as Mr. Dickson sat across from him, discussing marriage and the future of the Watson family, Sultan’s mind was elsewhere, reaching into the recesses of Dickson's thoughts, peeling back the layers of his intentions.In an instant, Sultan saw it clearly: Mr. Dickson's visit had little to do with genuine concern for the Watsons or their company's future. It was about positioning. The recent collaborations with Lin Enterprise and Sullivan, the President's son, had solidified the Watsons’ place on the path to immense power and influence. Mr. Dickson, ever the opportunist, was angling for a deeper slice of that pie—one that could only be secured through family ties. H
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Dine For Marriage (1)
The morning sun poured gently through the tall windows of the Watson estate, casting a warm glow over the meticulously set dining table. The table was adorned with fine china, polished silverware, and an array of breakfast dishes—freshly baked bread, fruits, eggs, and other delights, arranged with care by the household staff. Mr. and Mrs. Watson were already seated, exchanging quiet words as they waited for their sons and their guest to join them."Everything looks perfect," Mrs. Watson remarked, her eyes scanning the table with approval."It certainly does," Mr. Watson agreed, a hint of pride in his voice. "But it’s not the food that matters today. It’s eating with our sons."As they spoke, one of the bodyguards entered the room, standing tall by the door. "Mr. Dickson has arrived," he announced."Thank you. Please show him in," Mr. Watson instructed.A moment later, Mr. Dickson entered the dining room, his presence as imposing as ever. Dressed in a tailored suit, he moved with the
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The President's Son Is Collaborating
"Greetings and peace be unto here,” a bewitching voice slurred from the entrance.The atmosphere in the room shifted dramatically as Sullivan walked in. The cameras, previously focused on Sultan and the Watson family, swung towards the door, capturing every step of the president's son. The reporters, eager for a scoop, rushed forward, their microphones thrust out and voices overlapping in a chaotic symphony of questions and praises."Mr President's son! Over here!""Mr. Sullivan, can we get a comment?""How do you feel about the recent developments? And do you have a hand in the help of the Watsons to resolve their issues?""Why are you here today?”Sullivan, dressed in a sharp suit that seemed to glow with authority, acknowledged the cameras with a nod and a charismatic smile. His presence commanded attention, and the room seemed to hold its breath.Mr. and Mrs. Watson, along with Emmet, looked genuinely happy. They exchanged glances, then moved quickly to greet Sullivan and his ent
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Together! (2)
After his bold declaration, Sultan tapped Emmett's back seemingly soothing him to easen his tension then stepped forward, addressing the gathered shareholders, employees, and reporters. His calm demeanor and confident presence commanded attention, and as he began to speak, the room fell silent. He felt the funny and playful side it him - the FOOL, give way for his smart side as Sultan Armstrong, now a Watson. "Ladies and gentlemen," Sultan began, his voice steady and assured, "I understand that there has been a lot of uncertainty and concern regarding the future of the Watson Company. Today, I stand before you to address those concerns and present a vision for our collective future."He paused, letting his words sink in. The shareholders, some skeptical, some hopeful, leaned in, eager to hear more."My vision for the Watson Company is one of innovation, fairness, and family values. We need to embrace new technologies and ideas to stay competitive in this rapidly changing market. Bu
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Together! (1)
As Joe Armstrong's car sped away from Emmett, he took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the conversation that had just transpired. But instead of heading straight to the office, he made a subtle turn back towards the previous location. Once out of sight, Joe pulled over and quickly exited his vehicle. He glanced around cautiously, ensuring no one was observing him.A short distance away, a larger, luxurious gold-colored Venza awaited him. Joe approached the vehicle, his demeanor shifting from casual to serious. He opened the rear door and slipped inside, immediately bowing his head. In the plush back seat, a man dressed in a striking gold suit sat with an air of authority. His presence was commanding, exuding a quiet, menacing power. This was Sullivan, a figure who rarely showed his face but whose influence was deeply felt.Joe greeted him respectfully, "Greetings, Master."Sullivan, without looking up from the tablet he was holding, acknowledged Joe's presence with a slight n
