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Five past NineTen past nine. Death was running late. Again.
Richard stood from the couch with a sigh. Methodically he turned on the lights and then the TV. The same shitty news as the day before began spilling from the box and, ignoring it, Richard moved to the kitchen. He set a pot to boil water. The Earl Grey was always good for waiting.
Twenty past nine and Richard came back to his living room, teapot in one hand, a plate with two cups in the other. The TV was turned off and a man sat on the couch.
"I hope you don't mind, I have seen it all." The man said pointing toward the TV.
"You're late." Richard said ignoring the man's comment as he placed the cups on the table between them.
Death shrugged as he took the cup of steaming Earl Grey that Richard just poured him. "Urgent business. You know how it is. Sometimes I'm expected, sometimes I'm not."
Richard had known for the last ten years that he was supposed to die at 5 past 9. And for the last ten years Death had been late.
"Who was it?" Richard a
Memories of Thassilon, part 2Natalia walked for hours through the dark streets and alleys of Korvosa, unaware of where she was heading. She just knew that she needed to stay away from the workshop and the Box.
Before Natalia realized it, her feet had carried her to the doors of the Academae. Constructed like a castle, the imposing and impregnable thirty foot tall walls concealed not just the building and the students, but a different world from hers.
Except for the Breaching Festival and cursing once in a while about the imps that plague the city, she had put little thought into wondering about this building or those who lived inside. She didn't have the kind of coin to pay such expensive tutelage, much less the magical aptitude to make use of it. Natalia worked mundane marvels and was damned proud of it.
But since she'd met Astrid, Natalia had become curious about magic and everything related to it. Astrid had even patiently tried to teach her, but Natalia was a slow learner of the mystical arts
Memories of Thassilon, part 1
"Whatever brings you here, I'm not interested."
Natalia spoke without stopping or turning around, her delicate fingers still carefully working on a mechanical music player. Judging from how the wood squeaked with each step, she knew that the man behind her was unarmored. She placed one of her tools on the workbench and discretely picked up her butterfly dagger. That doesn't mean he is unarmed, Natalia thought.
"You haven't even heard what I have come to say," said the man in a clear baritone. He was not Korvosan, his accent was more refined than that. Chelexian, perhaps? And he's a nobleman, Natalia cursed twice under her breath.
"If it's business that you bring, speak with Master Olin. He will establish terms that I can work with," the young engineer spoke with casual indifference. She was used to nobles trying to have their way. Not with her, she had very specific rules and made no exceptions.
"Ahh but Miss Crow," the man said with impatient amusement, "it
Rain"It's as if the gods are crying," says the old coachman as his vehicle moves along the forested path. It certainly feels as if the sky is collapsing above us. Maybe the old man is right.
"Stop speaking nonsense Vrae," spits Anna, the old woman sitting with me in the back of the coach. "What will our guest think of us after such heresy?" The woman's tone make it sound more as an apology to me than a reprimand at her husband, but her eyes and thoughts are elsewhere. She watches every shadow outside the coach nervously. I had been lucky to find them this late at night. These days few travelers use this path anymore; it had just become too dangerous with bandits, and worse.
"It's ok ma'am, it certainly seems like an awful night," I shrug with a smile, an awkward gesture with my drenched tunic, soaked after hours below the rain.
"Gods above, where I have left my manners tonight? Girl, priestess or not, you need to change clothes or you will catch a cold." Her words are kind, but they
Space SorceryDebts Always come First
Ernesto I. Ramirez
The red and black starfighter appeared suddenly from Nowhere, the subspace used by sorcerers for FTL travel. It was so fast that the Space Station's alarms and defenses had no time to go off. Without any inconvenience the small ship had stealthily made into the SSC Kuttner's perimeter, quickly disappearing among the hundreds of docked ships waiting for Customs or cleared already by the Command Tower.
Private Math Ross, Sonar Officer for the SSC Kuttner Space Station, had barely noticed the red dot on his screen. He dismissed it as nothing more than a system's bug. Overlooking operations was Lieutenant Willem Fold. Math looked up to see if his superior officer had noticed what he had seen. He had.
"Damn sorcerers, they think they can come from Nowhere and make themselves at home just because they can. I keep telling Jusk to recalibrate the sonar and make it more sensitive..." It was not unusual for Willem to tense
"Forgive me Father""Forgive me father because I have sinned," I half whispered.
"What did you buy now?" Came the voice from the other side of the phone - half a country away. Of course he was not a priest. It was one of my best friends answering the phone with his most 'business-tone', ignoring my small sacrilege altogether. Still sinned was the right word, I was broke.
"N3 II." I didn't need to explain that N3 II meant 'Ninety Nine Nights 2' nor that I bought it on credit.
"The critics are pretty harsh on it, you know?" Yeah, I knew, I had been the one sending him the Gametrailers link after all.
"Yeah, but it's N3, how many games do you know that allow you to kill thousands of enemies on the same screen?" It was a week defense, yet it was partially the reason I got it on the double when it arrived. The other was the aesthetic, of course.
"But Inphyy doesn't appear in it any longer."
I cursed silently. Inphyy was the female main character in the first one, and one of my favorite characters.
She called out into the white corridor, "Hello?"
No voice answered but her own.
Her soft footsteps sounded like giant foot falls,
and when she thought someone was there,
she realised it was her own.
After scouring the long and white halls,
there was a black and white door.
A room with a single table.
A single table with a single book.
It was stained with jet ink,
the scripts mixed in seamlessly with the black page.
It was a black book.
she opened it.
The ink was wet and clung to her fingertips.
Someone did this not long ago.
Answering the unasked question,
A page flipped and it said,
in dripping white ink,
Her breath stilled,
and she turned the page.
'Do you know me?'
'I know you'
'You don't know me'
'But I know you'
'I could tell you'
'do you want to know what I am?'
She reached the end of the book
A heart disease.A bitter tear rode down the boy’s cheeks.
Society rejected him.
The city itself denied his existence, under the judgmental buildings.
The wind carried the whispers.
A message of hate and disdain.
His own parents left him behind.
Science branded him a freak.
Religion condemned him to eternal penance.
And medicine declared him a lost cause.
For in this society, in this city, under this air, in this family and before logic itself.
That boy had contracted the worst disease of all.
The biggest evil known to this reality.
He had developed sentiments.
The worst of all heart diseases.
A Glimpse at her Frosty EyesA Glimpse at her Frosty Eyes
By Louie Delk
A women, looking through the icy branches of a tree, brittle leaves in her icy blonde hair, her lips, blue, nearly bitten by the frost, and her steely blue eyes, gazing blankly at whatever was in the distance. That was the last picture ever taken of Ms Sarah Ross, and that picture was the first thing I saw when opening the manila folder that read Classified on the front, in bolded red letters.
I turned the picture to the other side of the folder and looked at another piece of paper, titled ‘Biological Information.’ And it read: ‘Very little is known about Ms Ross. She was kept quiet by her parents, tutored at home through high school, and received a college education from a private academy in upstate New York. Because of her disappearance shortly after her graduation of her 6 year education, it can be guessed that she was in her early 20’s, possibly younger however, judging by her grades and implied intelligence.’
Shrunken at a storeYou were at a store when all a sudden you shrunk were we'll u hide
1) panties/boxer bin
3) switch I'm tiny
MGM Gate -1 (part 14)
Evelyn copied information off their ID's then handed it back to them. There was only one thing left. Lucas handed Godlwing's private number to Evelyn. She placed it on top of the rest of the papers.
After the officers left, Lucas walked around the zoo. He came across a partially shut door. When he opened it he saw camera equipment. He had a curious look on his face. He didn't know what it was there for, or even how it got there. He just closed the door in a cold shoulder manner. Lucas then walked over to Hanz Patrick and Maxi standing at the entrance gate. "Do y'all know, how that camera equipment got into the back closet, to the left of the black lions exhibit?"
"I don't know," Maxi said.
"That door was locked!" Hanz shouted.
Patrick shut the power. All the bulbs on the chandeliers blew out, like candles, only without the occurring smoke. They had left the zoo the way they found it, animal-less.
Meanwhile, spotters were watching over the city from several rooftops. Everyone of the pub
Journal Entry VIII - JetDear stranger,
So this morning I'm heading out because of... I think I was getting more smokes. I don't remember. Or I was checking yesterday's mail.
I don't even know. Point is I'm leaving our apartment, yeah? Ace's and mine. And we haven't spoken in about four days and I'm feeling really depressed so my head's down and fucking... I see this box. This little cardboard box with our address and no sender's address and I think it's the weirdest thing in the world.
Then I think, you know, it might be those toys I ordered. So I take it back inside and set it on the table and it's pretty light, mind you. I get a knife and I cut open the tape and once it's open... I scream.
Now mind you, Ace is in the next room on the couch, in dead sleep [or so I thought] and all of a sudden I hear footsteps and I turn with the knife raised and I almost fucking stabbed her.
I almost fucking stabbed Ace.
She looks from the knife to me and I must've looked freaked cause she took the knife
Chapter 1: The beginning
War, that's how it ends, a fight between heaven and hell,
it all started when a young girl named Riko started
getting strange dreams,all the same but they seem to
unravel more and more info as she sleeps every night,
the question is what does it mean, now you must be thinking
isn't that an obvious question with an obvious answer?
Well that's the complete opposite of what it actually is,
in fact it's complicated more than anything.
Chapter 1: The beginning
I wake up again from a terrible nightmare, the same nightmare
I have every night,ruins and horisons coated with grey
mist, and war, two sides fighting for the same thing, I know
they're not real but I can't help but wonder why it's the same
one, this time there were two strange girls, were they the ones
fighting? They look like normal school girls but one with pure
white wings and the other with an almost blackish kind of colour,
I can't make out their faces, they seem faded, it ends with them
La TormentaSonó un trueno que retumbó por todo el monte, iniciándose así una brutal tempestad. La chica corrió cuesta abajo, asustada, con un único objetivo. Debía encontrar refugio antes de que las arpías de la tormenta, monstruosas criaturas que atacaban a los caminantes inocentes que no encontraban cobijo a sus tormentas. Descubrió un atajo entre unos matorrales. No sabía a dónde llevaba, pero si era a un pueblo, entonces convenía tomarlo. Estaba demasiado resbaladizo para correr por él, así que, sin importarle su vestido fino y elegante, se sentó e impulsó su descenso monte abajo.
Un rayo cayó amenazadoramente sobre el pico del monte, iluminando todo a su alrededor con una tenebrosa luz amarilla. La chica volvió a tomar impulso y siguió deslizándose, asustándose más a cada centímetro descendido. Oía los graznidos de las arpías, el zumbido de sus alas acerarse a to
La enfermedad del corazon.Por las mejillas del niño recorrió su amargo camino una lágrima.
La sociedad lo rechazo.
La misma ciudad renegaba su existencia bajo el crujido de los edificios.
El aire cargaba con los susurros de la gente.
Un mensaje de ira y repudio.
Sus mismos padres lo alejaron.
La ciencia lo catalogo un fenómeno.
La religión lo condeno a escarnio eterno.
Y la medicina lo declaro un caso perdido.
Pues en esta sociedad, en esta ciudad, bajo este aire, en esta familia y ante la lógica misma.
Aquel niño había contraído de la peor enfermedad imaginable.
Del mayor mal conocido por esta realidad.
Había desarrollado sentimientos.
La más terrible enfermedad del corazón.
Subterraneo for LatinosUnidosLa vela se extingue y la oscuridad envuelve a Micael. Desesperado, busca salir a la superficie. Sus manos están adoloridas, por el antebrazo siente pequeñas gotas cayendo, mas no sabe si es la humedad de la pared que se le ha pegado al cuerpo o su propia sangre.
Continúa avanzando, cada vez más despacio. La fría inmundicia del agua vulnera los tobillos y hace que se tambalee a cada paso. Se ha acostumbrado al olor de las cloacas.
Micael se detiene un instante para escuchar si lo siguen, pero sus oídos solo detectan el rumor del agua a sus pies y el eco de su respiración. Quizás aún no lo han descubierto.
Camina un largo trecho sin comprender adónde se dirige. Escucha algo, se detiene para oír mejor: pasos que se acercan, también ladridos. Asustado intenta correr por el pasillo, se aproximan, tropieza, se pone de pie y continua corriendo; la brecha se hace más corta, la luz a sus espaldas le permite ver por dond
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