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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.
yoglabs - no one lives forever"Lalna? Are you okay?"
With a grunt, Lalna propped himself up on his elbows. He blinked his eyes open, trying to focus on the floor beneath him. A smear of blood came into focus and he groaned, bringing his hand to his head. His elbow gave out underneath him and he collided with the floor again.
Hands grabbed him and pulled him up, propping him against the wall. His vision focused into the dark eyes of Honeydew.
"Jesus, Lalna!" he exclaimed, pushing hair out of the scientist’s face. "What the hell happened?!"
A hoarse chuckle escaped from Lalna’s lips. “You better get out of here before Xephos catches you,” he muttered, absentmindedly rubbing his sore jaw.
Bastard got me good, he thought to himself bitterly.
"What do you mean, ‘before Xephos catches me’?" The dwarf’s eyes travelled down to his throat. "Fuck," he breathed in surprise.
Quickly, Lalna’s hands went to his zipper and zipped his labcoat back up to his neck. “Leav
Masterclass Detective AgencyThe sun was barely up on Saturday morning when Brenda arrived at her little jewellery story she ran on the eastside of the city, ignoring the slight chill that hung in the air as she walked around to the backdoor. A short, round woman of forty with short dark hair and an aquiline nose, Brenda was a respected member of the neighbourhood business community, having operated her store there for almost twenty years now. She mostly ran it herself, but had a pair of girls, Pippa and Ester, who helped out during the busier times during the week. In fact Brenda was expecting Pippa, a slender red haired girl of twenty-two, to already be at the store as she was going to help Brenda with the store’s stocktake before they opened for the day.
Brenda opened the back door and walked into the small foyer inside, where she hung up her coat. She was dressed in a smart navy blue suit and a cream blouse, stocking and sensible shoes, ready to get to work straight away. Sh
AlbertThe moon was flying at half-mast that night.
The sight of it stopped Albert in his tracks. Not so much the moon itself; he had seen it sleepily trudge its way across the night sky many times before. What surprised him was the sharpness of it, the way its intense curves cut into the darkness. A blade of execution swooping down on him.
He threw his hands up to avoid the white gleaming from above and realised they were entirely crimson; turning around, the droplets of blood that trailed his sprint to the door each rang out in his ears like explosions on a battlefield. Their sharp taste made his tongue grind into his teeth. Following the path of destruction led to the source of the flames, a ravaging jungle with rivers drooling out of it...
A girl's body with a knife plunged into her face lay against the wall.
Though he had just ran some 20 feet away from it Albert felt himself being pushed out further into the car park. He threw his back to the wall of the dark court and looked back into
2p Mini Story -Collab with Ellie- Sally was happily humming to herself as she cooked dinner for herself and Emma. You could easily tell the tone she was humming was “Call Me Maybe”. Emma walked into the kitchen, her normal bored, blah expression on… well if you called that an expression.
“Hello my good friend! How are you?” Sally asked cheerfully.
“Have you asked the trees how they’ve felt? Trying to stop the raging tigers on the inside that the humans cause?” Emma said in a bored tone, grabbing a Coke from the refrigerator.
Sally blinks before smiling and saying, “okay then!”
“Are the trees okay, Sally? Are they okay?” Emma grumbled, before drinking some of the coke.
Sally thinks for a minute, before awkwardly going back to cooking. Hoping Emma wouldn’t she avoided the question. Yet, Emma noticed.
Emma stared at her with "the look". "Are they Sally?"
When Heaven is Angry page 1When the Heaven is Angry
There was a celebration for these past three days during which the air outdoors was humid and ready to pour down rain. It finally did. Much to everyone's chagrin and my relief. It may seem odd but nobody paid attention to the sky or temperature. They took it for granted. Typical attitude in these parts. Every year without failure until this year. This year the weather was uncertain and rain fell more often. I cannot complain. I enjoy showers and storms.
They are thrilling to be in. I remember when I was still a boy and lightning struck a tree in our back yard near the kitchen and my mother was working in it. She jumped and I said "Heaven is angry because you're too tough with us kids." Of course she refused to believe me but I enjoyed warning her. Storms like that happened only occasionally but they were exciting. Today in the midst of a festival observed almost mindlessly due to long history a wild shower burst near my room and it thri
The Darker Thoughts"There she was again. How dare she talk to him. Did she not realise he is taken. I have done everything for him. I made him great. And how does he repay me? By flirting with that... With that... Scarlet woman. I will have to deal with this. No one goes to take my man from me. No one."
"Hand holding! That traitor. But I can forgive him. She must have enchanted him. That's it. She must be a witch. Its not his fault. He loves me. He must do...
I know what I will do. I will follow them. Yes, that's it. I will follow them, and when I find out where she lives. Hehehe. I shall kill her. HAHAHAHAHA."
Suddenly a jolting shake wakes Simon out of his sleep.
"Simon" Hannah starts. "You fell asleep again. Me and Lewis are off home. Remember to lock up the offices.
"O.k Hannah. Tell Lewis I said night"
"Will do. Bye"
Simon looked out of his office window. "Yes" he thought. "I shall follow them, and when she is alone, I will kill her. Lewis is mine. You hear me. MINE" Simon lets out a maniacle laugh.
The Gallery OCT (Emmanuel) SE Round 3 - Part 1Would you like to hold your baby now, miss?
Y-yes, of course!
Isn't he the most precious thing in the whole world?
He certainly is, my love...
What shall we name him?
...Emmanuel... because he will always be my little angel...
*sniff* I can't believe he's... dead...
Daddy come home soon?
I'm... so sorry... but he had to go away for something very important... he won't be able to come home for a very, very long time...
You're not going away, are you, mummy?
Of course not, my little angel... I'll always be here... and I'll always love you...
I love you too, mummy.
I know, my love... now, I need you to do something for me...
I need you to...
Emmanuel opened his eyes. Immediately, he began to wonder how and when he had fallen asleep in the first place. Time in this place did not feel as though it flowed normally to him. The voices that he was so accustomed to hearing in his head had disappeared a
The Hotel Ambassador In Prague (pt. 1) “If you walk down the street, in New York, for a few blocks you'll get this gargantuan feeling of buildings…”
PLACE: Prague, Czechoslovakia.
The Hotel Ambassador.
A room with a view of the street, the park, and the rooftops silhouetted against the purple sunrise.
TIME: April 27, 1932. After ten but before noon.
The sky was clear and pale. The world bathed in cold light. Noon was approaching. He finished typing his letter with a few loud parting clacks of typewriter keys. He looked at the open window. Thin white drapes gently twisted and turned in the weakened breeze. He looked outside, at the buildings, at the almost-empty street, at the park with clus
ChatroomAnnia760 joined the chatroom
Inu96: Hi Annie
Billyo901: Hey Annie!
Annia760: Sorry about yesterday
Inu96: Ah, no worries.
Inu96: Viruses happen all the time
Billyo901: Don't worry Anni
Annia760: Thanks guys. I dont know how I got the virus though
Billyo901: Don't worry, viruses come and go randomly
Billyo901: Atleast 4 me anyway
Inu96: Y r u guys up so late anyway
Inu96: Too many creepypastas?
Annia96: Nah. Had too much energy drinks
Billyo901: The wind's too loud. Can't sleep.
Inu96: Really? Can't hear anything from my house.
Billyo901: Strange. U only live a street away...
Billyo901: Oh well. Why r you awake?
Inu96: Studying. Test on Thursday.
Annia760: But it's a holiday on Thursday.
Inu96: Thursday after that
Annia760: Oh ok.
Billyo901: Im back. Just looked out the window
Billyo901: I thought I heard someone. Its some tall guy at the bus stop
Inu96: This late?
Billyo901: I doubt his a smoker or homeless. Hes wearing some
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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