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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.
~Pasado oscuro, Juegos de la Mafia~Cap12
Capitulo 12° : No quiero esto!!! ; Comienzan los Juegos.
No se lo que paso antes....no lo se..solo recuerdo que mi respiración volvía a salir de mis pulmones, que mi cabeza me martillaba con imágenes e voces, que también pedían lo peor¿por que....que se supone que es esto?"-Fionna¿no lo sabes?¡SOMOS UNA MAQUINA DE MATAR!" recordé..esa voz, es idéntica a la mía solo que, sus intenciones eran tan oscuras como el tinte de esa voz, tuve miedo, tenía miedo que "ella" volviera..la recuerdo ahora, antes sus crueles y spisicopatas palabras, me acompañaban en esa celda en la que me encontraba presa, en aquel lugar, donde tanto daño me hicieron, donde siento que gracias a "ellos" algo importante..muy importante olvide, ademas de habérmelo arrebatado
...yo..¡Yo No Seré Lo Que Es Voz Me Dice!..no quiero..por favor, por favor...te lo ruego, no me....no me obligues a
Except me - Greninja(contains vore, theres your warning.)
It was a warm summer evening as the sun made its last appearance in the day and vanished from the minds and hearts of the populace for another eight hours, as it would make another cycle and another for many, many more decades to come.
Alone on a small beach, were two figures. One was a young human girl, the other, her loyal Greninja, whom she had received a few years back when she first started traveling Kalos. The pair were known to be inseparable and it was thought that if they could, they would be one. No matter if it were physical or metaphorical, they, and everyone who knew them, could tell that was a fact.
The Greninja, whom had been named Hideaki, had an idea about how to do such a thing, which he was planning to put into practice in this quiet beach. He stayed close to his girl, named Jenny, and kept a close watch out.
Soon, the sun had set and the moon came up, only slightly illuminating the pair. It didn't matter.
Hideaki slowly stopped
That was all that was on my mind.
Don’t look back.
Don’t stop and breathe.
I didn’t look where I was going.
My headphones falling off.
My black hair covering my eyes.
I looked up and saw him.
One of his tendrils reached down and grabbed me.
I squirmed in his grasp.
But I knew there was no way out.
I closed my eyes.
Ready for my useless life to end.
They didn’t need me anyway.
That’s why they abandoned me here.
To become his prey.
But that was when I felt the throbbing pain in my head.
My eyes shot open and I was on the forest floor.
The faceless man not leaving a trace.
I felt dizzy.
My mind becoming clouded.
I could swear I saw the dark shadows moving.
Calling my name.
Wanting me to join them.
I stood up.
I then gasped.
I looked done and saw that I was way taller than before.
I looked at my hand.
Sharp with claws and paler
-hetalia sleeping with sheep help-
hetalia sleeping with sheep project.
for you who don't know or do know.
The sleeping with sheep CD is a hetalia CD from the series.
It portrays the countries putting you and other countries to bed by counting sheep.
Now these are completely in Japanese. And while they still sound amaze,
it would be nice if some of us could plug in our ipods and not have to turn them on to read subtitles.
this is where, you the viewer come in
we need people who would be willing to dub.
this is purely for communities sake so im sorry but i cant give you anything in return.
now, for the voices i need for now im pretty sure i need:
that's all i got for now
here are examples of the tracks
Not always with a smile Calles was so proud of himself. He just couldn’t stop staring at his chest,which was now big enough to start protecting it. It doesn’t really mattered for him what’s inside,the important thing was it’s big,and full of the stuffs he must’ve collected. The only thing,which made him sad was,that he couldn’t brag about it to noone.When he started to talk about his treasure chest to someone,they turned away from him. Oh,well,whatever,he still has what he needs for a life long. Suddenly a weird instinct told him to get the little thing out from his treasure chest,which Samusagi gave him. He was still curious what was it. He examined it,looked at it,but magical stuffs were still weird for him,so he simply threw it back,and closed the chest.
Calles went to classes,but when he pushed his hands in his pocket,next to his talisman there was the golden brooch,he got from Samusagi. He took it out with a shock
Innocent as she appeared to be, she bit her tongue about the heinous sight she had once seen as a creature so young. In her younger years, she was petrified of this monster, and she kept it locked in her treasure chest as if it would destroy everything that she had worked up for. What will her parents say? A monster? What nonsense. She should know better than to make up myths that have no relevant place amongst society.
Yet there she laid, all stiff and frantic eyes searching ever so closely for the sign of life. She needed to prove that she was not crazy. She needed to prove that the monster was not in her mind this time but in her room, where it could snatch and turn her fragile body into nothing but ash and dust. Even in her slumber was she conscious of her eerie bedroom. She listened ever so closely. She waited for the crackle of bones, the heart dropping sound of its slimy legs thumping on the hard, fridge, wooden floor. The atmosphere did not drop unless it made its presen
Mysterion Rises (Preview)Craig awoke to the sound of a heart monitor, the slow steady beep ringing in his ears. He looked around the run down room, noting that he was, in fact, in a hospital. The apathetic boy stood and exited the room. To his realization, he had grown substantially; from what he could tell, he was about 18. How long had it been since he was placed in this hospital? He could find out later, at the moment there were more pressing matter, Craig needed some clothes, he couldn't run around clad only in a hospital gown. The tall boy wondered through the halls, looking for just about anything to dress himself in. Eventually he came upon some camouflage pants shoes, socks, boxers, a black shirt and a baggy grey sweatshirt. After putting on the clothing he departed from the almost post-apocalyptic looking building. South park was in ruins, dead bodies scattered the ground and smoke rose from some of the buildings. Before Craig could get a good glimpse of his now destroyed home town, someone tackled hi
Omegle Adventures # Jeff and Jane ft.MaskyYou're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You both like Jeff the Killer, Masky, Creepypasta, Ben drowned, Jane The Killer, and Ticci Toby.
You: No, this is Masky
You: Who is this?
You: Oh.. wait.. Don't you hate Jane?
Stranger: When did I ever say that?
You: I just figured since she hates and tries to kill you most of the time. I thought she might be a pain in the ass for you
Stranger: Alright...Sometime she can be a pain in the ass... *Rubs the back of my neck*
Stranger: But I never said I hated her
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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