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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.
6 girls/ 5 worlds: Partie 3: les deux boulets-du coter de Feuille-
Feuille: bon maintenant il faut que je trouve le cerveau....*appel Tweanie sur son téléphone*
hey Tweanie! C'est dans quel salle le cerveau déjà?
Tweanie: bah on voit que t'y a jouer au jeu --' bref, le cerveau est dans le casier du prof pédophile et le casier se trouve dans la salle où on rencontre Ayaka, la fangirl du pédo...et
Feuille: ok merci à plus! *coupe le téléphone*
-du coter de Tweanie-
Tweanie: mais j'avais pas fini t'as pas la clé enfoirée!!! en plus, c'est pas tout de suite faut d'abord libéré le gros moche qui est coincer dans un casier...bon, je vais aller chercher cette tête moi, ah ouai mais je dois être pleine de sang pour que ça marche...putain j'ai besoin de kiara! pourquoi on s'est séparé en faite? ...
-du coter de feuille-
Feuille: *entre dans la salle* alors! ce casier...
Ayaka: hey Feuille tu arrive au bon moment!
Cat Взгляд напротив.
На часах уже полночь. Унялись привычные звуки городского быта: не гудит кран, замолкли многочисленные соседские дети. Ночник заливае
Running Out of Time Chapter 8
Aline sighed as Dean drove the Impala over to the Morton House. It had been a few weeks since Sam found out about her deal and the fact that she was a half-demon (he figured it out on his own a week later when she attempted to perform an exorcism).
Grand Funk's “We're an American Band” was playing on the radio.
She looked out the window staring at nothing in particular before spotting a light from a flashlight that looked to be aimed at the chain link fence in front of the house. “Hey, I think I see someone!” she stated, pointing at the fence.
Sam pulled out a flashlight of his own as Dean slowed the car to a crawl. He aimed the light at the fence. Aline stuck her head out the open window and looked around, making sure to look at the fence. The light had disappeared.
“Weird,” she muttered as they drove out of sight of the fence. “I coulda swore I saw someone.”
Dean shrugged. “Maybe it was just some kind
The Curse of the Diaper pt.13The Curse of the Diaper pt.13
The three babies awoke groggily in the hot-pink nursery. Toys that had been thrown about and played with lay sprawled and dead across the room. It seemed the only thing that was alive in the room was a figure standing at the front of the room. Her cute, curly blonde hair ran just past her shoulders and "Rosie" was now sporting a rather tight tube top to show off her marvellous assets, and a pair of stunning shorts. Her makeup was done flawlessly, complementing her eyes, mouth and complexion to the extremes. It was a shame her perfume was drowned out by the smell of overused diapers. But nothing could get her down. Today was the day.
The three: Lucy, Mai and Josephine, limply turned their heads from their large cots to see Rosie.
'Once we've conducted a little diapey change, I have something to show you.'
Rosie waved her hands and a grand door appeared behind her. A twisted, golden vine patterned its way about
Capitulo 1 hoja 3... CreoTávicos alzó la mano derecha a la altura de su cabeza y tronó los dedos. Al instante el chico güero a la izquierda de Távicos corrió hacia donde iniciaba el pasillo, ocultó el cuerpo tras el edificio y asomó la cabeza para vigilar. El que estaba a la derecha de Távicos, el gordito, se colocó detrás de Jamiel y le agarró los brazos para que no pudiera moverse.
-¡Suéltalo!- gritó Rhok mientras Jamiel forcejeaba inútilmente, el gordito tenía una fuerza increíble en los brazos y Jamiel no era fuerte, por lo que zafarse resultaba imposible.- ¡Déjalo ir de una vez! No quiero que termine en pelea.-
Jamiel dejó de forcejear para decir.- Pelear es ilegal.-
-Si,-lo calló Rhok -ya cállate.- Rhok y Távicos se quedaron mirándose por unos segundos, pero la "paz" no duraría mucho. Távicos levantó su puño derecho y fue directo a Rhok. É
6 girls/ 5 worlds: Partie 2: c'est deja la bordelZombarlex: Onigawa-qui? .w.
Evaly: c'est le *fait des guillemet avec ses doigts* "président du conseil des élèves" dans Misao
Feuille: *commence à rire* ahahahah c'est con! XD
Les autres filles: ? .w.
Feuille: *continue de rire* c'est fou! on fait toute le même rêve ! xD
Kiara: je suis pas vraiment sûr que ce soit un rêve...
Feuille: hein? .w.
Evaly: c'est vrai que c'est vachement réaliste...
Tweanie: *touche l'épaule d'Onigawara* je comfirme, ce type est réel -w-
Helyria: donc je récapitule...on était entrée par effraction dans une école, on a ouvert un putain de livre hanté et maintenant on est dans un Rpg d'horreur japonnais ?! O_o
Zombarlex: mais ça n'a pas de sens ! *regarde Kiara* mignonne ta petite jupette on dirait un uniforme comme dans les animés ...
Kiara: merci mais je porte pas de....*regarde ses vêtement* AAAAAH!!!
Evaly: *regarde toute les filles* o-on a les uniformes de l'
Running Out of Time Chapter 7Two Months Left
Aline was alone with Sam two days after her last nightmare in their motel room. Sam was researching on his laptop. Aline was looking in books while listening to music, one headphone hanging loosely just in case the youngest Winchester found something. Dean, on the other hand, was interrogating the witnesses, friends, and relatives of the victims.
“Aline,” she heard Sam state, causing the brunette to pause her music and look up from the book.
“Yeah?” she answered. “You found something, Sammy?”
He shook his head. “That's not what I wanted to talk about.”
“What do you want, then?” she sighed as she closed the book, keeping her finger where she she had stopped reading. “I just want to find out what's causing this and get this case over with.”
Sam ran his fingers through his hair. “It's about when you went driving. And your nightmares.”
Aline froze and looked away from him. S
PitchThe woods was never the best place to be.
You know, far away from home—far enough that your screams can’t be heard.
May 23, 2007
I rarely feel emotion.
It’s funny how that simpleton downtown refused to come to an adventure; he’d usually mix up his words when invited because he’d get more excited than the host. That cheerful beggar never really understood the things that lie ahead of his acts. But that time he made me feel annoyed, like orange and pink (they don’t mix well now, do they?). It’s as if coming with me was a bad idea. Nevertheless, I didn’t push after the first invitation. I guess I’m pretty straightforward to talk with. So I just shrugged him off and continued on my way,convincing myself that I could just bring something, or someone else.
That was the first and only time I ever thought of bringing another with me to the woods since I’m always comfortable going there alone. Maybe because I felt lonely.
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
Red Riding HoodI want to believe people so badly when they say they won’t bite
that I contemplate climbing into their smiling jaws
thinking that it might be better to be split in two than left hanging.
But always, I draw my red hood and flit back into the forest
running in the shadows of pathways, never stepping into clearings
because I’ve spent my whole life in the wilderness
and I still can’t tell the wolves from the woodsmen.
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
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