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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.
Amanda Jones European adventureWalking through the streets of Ireland, Amanda Jones was on her way to the hotel room she and her friends were staying at. Hannah Duffy, Kat Weber and herself were backpacking around several countries of Europe and were on their way to Hannah's hometown of County Wicklow. They arrived at the pleasant city of Carlow just as night was setting in. Their friend Kat from Berlin tagged along with Hannah to pick up some food for dinner. Amanda took this chance to explore the sights of the city and found men and women entering a small club with a poster surprisingly written in english by the entrance saying:
"Come one, come all!
Proudly presents for one
night only here at Club Geass,
for you to experience the mystical
power of the amazing Paradox."
Amanda glanced at her watch and believed she had more then enough time before she was suppose to meet her friends for dinner. She entered the club and found the show
Hitting the BooksI was still feeling the effects of the little mind meld that Double A and I shared prior. Although the internet was a good resource for information it didn't have all of it. Their was still material that had not been transferred over to the digital format and remade in a hard cover copies. It would take years before all the information was finally placed in a digital format for all to access and not having to sign out books, or pay a dollar for a copy or two. Which is why I as here at the Public Library.
I'll be honest, libraries are bit out of date, but still carry all the source material you can physically get your paws on. Many libraries were large and vast based on where you were, in my case, it was pretty massive. Having been based off the Greco-Roman architectures. Large columns with a stair case extending to the doors. From my understanding this used to be the old court house before it was relocated to the new building a few blocks down for space reasons. Since then, the adjacen
Sylvia was upset.
Not just the average sad feeling.
The emotions and the hurt.
Jacob didn't like this, and asked her what was wrong.
"I w-was trying to find my p-parents.." She had said between light sobs. "A-and I found them.."
"What..?" Jacob asked her.
"B-but appearently they h-hate me.."
After hearing that an an explanation, he asked her permission to go and speak with them.
And only speak with them. Nothing more and nothing less.
So she had told him that they were a few towns away from the mansion that they lived in, and he teleported there.
The town wasn't much, trash, broken and worn down houses. The people didn't seem to notice him walking by.
He stopped in the center and looked around, his elfen ears twitching as he concentrated and sniffed her parents out.
He caught sight of a house that was more worn down then the rest and tilt his head.
He felt a tap on his shoulder and looked over.
There was a man.
"Do you need help?" He had asked.
The Labyrinth of MeRestless in the stormy night
Like candle flame unwaning light
Bound to wander 'tween the worlds
Waking dreams my mind unfurled
Void of colour just shades of grey
No-one here to guide my way
Echoes of a man lost in a dream
Porcelain statues unable to scream
The labyrinth of me lies ahead
Each step, each breath fills me with dread
On every wall my portraits hang
Each one painted with an honest hand
The jesters and whores in the labyrinth taunt
Defiling my hopes and reaping reward
Those I left widowed fill me with scorn
Can they not see that i am reborn?
My darkest deeds a book on a shelf
Chapters of envy and ill gotten wealth
Judges grinning while banging their gavels
The pages before me the black book unravels
Some pages are empty and others unclean
Allowing you only to see the obscene
Sentinel Inspector Horace looked at the young boy through the one-sided glass. Julian was thirteen years old, the report said. Looking at him, the inspector wouldn’t have guessed that such a case was currently against him. Aside from his young age, the boy possessed an innocent charm – brown, shaggy hair atop a pleasant face although his deep brown eyes hint at a seriousness so rarely seen on a boy so young. Further investigation showed that Julian was a straight-A student and although not the stereotypical popular boy, his mild and easygoing demeanor had earned him a boy-next-door reputation. Religious, helpful, friendly—definitely not someone who’ll be thought of as a cold-blooded killer.
Even now, after the questions had been hurled at him, Julian looked alert, not fatigued like others would have been in his position. The accusation against him was complex but he looked as if he was just waiting
Es ist nicht leicht ein (Super-)Held zu seinDie Sonne ging über den hohen Wolkenkratzern von Rʼlyeh-City auf. Ihre goldenen Strahlen brachen sich an den Umrissen der dunklen metallischen Riesen die mit ihren Spitzen nach dem Himmel strebten. Doch niemand sah den kleinen dunklen Punkt auf der höchsten Spitze des höchsten Gebäudes, dessen nebelhafter schwarzer Schleier sich beharrlich gegen den grauenden Morgen sträubte.
Auf der Spitze stand ein junger Mann in Schatten gehüllt mit verquollenen Augen. Obwohl dies einer der schönsten Sonnenaufgänge seines Lebens war, konnte er sein schwermütiges Herz nicht erfreuen. Niemand wollte ihn als Superheld haben und so sah er keinen anderen Ausweg als den Freitod.
Mit weitausgebreiteten Armen ließ er sich nach hinten fallen und sah wie sich die Spitze des Hochhauses rasend schnell entfernte.
Während der Wind um ihn herum heulte und die künstliche Finsternis der Stadt ihn verschlang, drang an seine Ohren eine Stimme aus der Ver
MGM Gate - 1 (Part 7)
6:45 pm, later on that evening:
Mary Fertile drove up to the zoo after seeing the boys leave for dinner at a local restaurant. The four closed the menagerie leaving on all the chandeliers. Mary saw clearly that they were going to be back.
With her high speed camera hung around her neck she started to climb the gate that took her into the zoo. The scenery gave the term Animal Kingdom new meaning. The zoo had a city of Zinji type look about it. The zoo was beautiful, one would think that they were stepping on to the ark, or, on to one of the ships of Tarshish.
Mary started to walk about. After peering into each exhibit she passed she became more and more disappointed over the fact that there was no animals. It disappointed her so much, she felt like walking straight out the back door.
When Mary got to the back of the menagerie she begun to squint at the center habitat. Her eyes became open as she was taking in all of its greenery. Mary took one step back, relaxed then went "Hmm," as in a
Donikad, albo na koniec swiata. Swego czasu po większych miastach pewnej aglomeracji jeździł tramwaj "donikąd" jak głosił napis na tablicy. Był biały i nie zatrzymywał się na żadnym przystanku. Ludzie dla "fanu" próbowali go zatrzymać, jednak zawsze bez skutku, tramwaj nigdy, nikomu się nie zatrzymał. Krąży jednak legenda o dziewczynie, której ta sztuka udała się. I to w dodatku nieświadomie.
Była ciepła, sierpniowa noc, jaśniejąca od miejskich świateł. Ruch na ulicach już zamarł i kursowały jedynie już linie nocne. Pewna blond włosa dziewczyna ubrana w białą sukienkę stała na przystanku i wyglądała jak zjawa. Wiatr bawił się jej lokami tworząc fantazyjne fryzury ulotne jak on sam. Dziewczyna raz, po raz odgarniała włosy z szczupłej twarzy i starała się
A traitors alphabet"After all we've been through you still try to defy me." Benjy looked at Trevor, who was tied to a chair in his living room, with immense disappointment.
"Come on Benjy, you know it's not like that. Dianne and I were just hanging out."
"Enough!" Furious; Benjy walked over to the cupboard, reached over to the handle, and stopped. "Gary followed you that night, he told me everything"
"He'd do anything to get his job back, you know that"
"I do know that, that's why I got rid of him for good this time. Jack's feeding him to his dogs as we speak."
"'Kay, so why am I here. Look this isn't needed."
"Most of the time; if one of my ex workers turns back up; I ensure that it doesn't happen again and that'll be the end of it. Not this time."
Opening the cupboard appears to be a great struggle for Benjy, but he manages to open it enough for Dianne's pale head to roll out of it towards and stopping at the feet of Trevor.
"'Please Benjy' she kept saying, 'it'll never happen again'. 'Queer' I thought
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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