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The Mirror Sea (Part 2)James refused to look back even though his body yearned to see her face again.
He knew at this point that she, Eleanor was someone special to him like she was his lover. Eleanor. That name brought back flashes of emotions, mostly wonderful warm memorises. That's when he understood the relationship... But he could not yet realise why his mind blocked the visions that came with the feelings. Or why his heart dropped when he thinking about going back to her side.
He blinked and stopped just in time to duck as a unknown figure fell over his head.
James looked back as he stood back up, locking eyes with the fallen injured person.
"Need help?" James held out a hand to the shaken guy.
"No," He frowned at James and then spat on the ground. "I don't need help from you... Or from anyone."
James watched as he got up with one hand covering the massive bleeding wound, it wasn't a pretty sight.
"What happened?" He asked without thinking as he observed the guy's uniform.
The man snorted in disgust. "
Part 9 - The Last breathThe Last Breath
Thalia whined unhappily, wrapping her hands around her soaking body.
"For goodness sake how long does it take to get to your home?"
Gen smiled but looked slightly disappointed.
"This is my home," He whispered. "This is all I have for a home."
Thalia shook her head apologetic. This is your home?
She gazed at the faltering dusting buildings, searching for signs for life. She hadn't noticed how quiet the town was or how it was slowing groaning, hanging on to the last remains of the buildings.
Minutes of silent walking passed and the buildings seemed to grow up much elegantly. But even so, parts of the tall yet proud houses were missing.
"It's getting better," Gen muttered, either to himself or to Thalia. "It's got to."
After a while and after many awkward comments, Thalia peeked slightly at his face and was surprised that he had a massive grin on his face. That made her smile even though she had no idea why they were smiling.
"What's up, Gen?" Her voice softer than usual.
Part 8 - drowning.The familiar heavy clunks echoed through the village and as if the warning bells had been set off, people started retreating back to their house.
The neighbouring families glared and started shutting their windows, trying to force the children from peeping their heads through the curtain gap.
The local vicar shooed his few daily visitors out nervously, closing the door quickly as the last person rushed out.
A minute later, the village was still.
All you could hear was the distant clunks from afar and the so often click of doors locking...
But as the heavy sound reached Keith's bedroom he flung open the window and leaned out, hoping to see person that the noise belonged to.
He imagined a pirate with a two metal legs walking with scars down his face, reeking of alcohol.
He imagined a robot with red eyes scanning the area to catch crime from each village, town and city.
And he did this every time.
And every time did he somehow miss the mystery figure.
Ray was drown
Part 7The bridge (once whole) began to crumble. Even just Ray's heavy metal boots alone made the bridge wail with strain.
And the reason why the bridge came to be like this was mostly Gen's fault... According to Ray.
But Thalia knew that Ray's huge (brown) club couldn't have possibly swung without conflicting any kind of damage. Ray however turned a blind eye.
"You left without a word!" Ray slurred his words as he paused suddenly to talk to Gen.
His cry made Thalia noticed the agony in his speech but she wasn't sure if it was emotional or physical pain. After shortly debating, Thalia dropped the thought and flicked her hair back in irritation. She couldn't care less.
Thats when she had just about reached her limits. She had watched the fight for long enough and was annoyed at Gen for completely ignoring her.
That then made Thalia realise something else other than being cold. She probably looked hideous from rushing through bushes and sleeping on the floor!!
Part 6Click click click
Gen stopped, his arm quickly raised to stop Thalia from stepping forward.
"What is it?"
Thalia peered over his hand, looking for the problem.
"Ray," Gen snarled through his teeth, answering her and calling the figure ahead.
The figure made a sound of amusement and stepped forward into the moonlight, his arms outstretched as if to welcome them.
Click click . Clack.
His metal boots found the start of the bridge and began moving towards them as he spoke warmly or as he thought warmly. Thalia didn't think his entrance was at all that friendly.
"Gen did you think I would forget?"
Thalia gasped as he spoke, his voice sounding like rusty nails grinding together. Plus not only had his voice reminded her of rusting nails, his clothing didn't look at all clean and it also seemed like his favourite colour was brown.
"Forget what?" Gen placed one foot onto the bridge. A warning.
Thalia placed one foot behind. A Getaway.
"Don't act innocent; you know that you betr
Part 5Gen looked down, he knew something was wrong with Thalia but he just didn't know what her problem was.
Ah! Gen jumped in sudden realisation. He must have upset her by leaving her alone sleeping!
Damn, he thought and turned slowly to apologise.
"Are you okay?"
Gen smiled at her and she faced away quickly, scowling.
Gen frowned, what was the reason then?
"What's wrong with you?"
Thalia suddenly stopped.
"You... You weren't aware?"
Gen paused, he was getting more and more confused.
"Oh, never mind..."
Thalia peeked up at his face and gingerly grinned.
"Sorry, I thought- I thought you were errr..."
"Ahh! It doesn't matter! Forget I said anything!!"
Gen raised his eyebrows.
"Can't I ask about-"
Thalia grabbed his hand and gently pulled him forward, trying to distract him.
"Which way now, Gen?"
"Oh... Just ahead."
She just smiled at his puzzlement, she could always kiss him later anyway.
And after joyfully laughing, walking and sk
Part 4It was night when Thalia woke up. The stars were out, blinking at her blurry eyes.
She put her hand down to steady herself from falling, and realised she was sat on dry grass.
That wasn't right. The tree ahead glistened with raindrops and frost. She was awake... Right?
She jumped, lost in sudden thought and then turned around when her heart had restarted it's normal chant.
She smiled warmly when she saw him run towards her, his top three buttons swaying undone in motion. She nodded her head as she sat admiring him; she loved how he was fit and how he was all hers.
"You're awake... Thank goodness, I was worried and-"
Gen sat down next to her and continued talking as she slowly linked his hand, moving closer and closer at every sentence.
Two minutes later she was so close that she could almost kiss him. Thalia paused and waited for him to stop worrying about her. She wanted him but he just wouldn't stop talking about her. Yes yes, Thalia thought.
His sweet angel voice rung though her head trying to awaken her from dreaming.
Only it didn't help. Him calling her name over and over softly made Thalia drift deeper into a place she didn't know without a care in the world.
Just let him keep calling me. She smiled at her selfishness and let the wave go over her.
And the dream began.
"Thalia!" He tapped her forehead.
A thunderstorm began.
"Thalia! Thalia!" He gently shuck her.
The sea crashed about, breaking rocks near by.
Thalia was rowing, the sea bouncing up and down. Each rocking moment water leaked in, soaking her already cold feet. The lightning flashed showing terror on her face.
Yet on the other side of the boat slept a man. His face calm and peaceful. An angel. Her angel. Only he couldn't be. Her angel wouldn't let her suffer while he sat there asleep, dreaming of flying and goodness knows what.
She wanted him to wake up, to see her trembling and take pity. But he just wouldn't wake up. The
Part 2He led her towards what looked like the most hectic part of the forest. After going ahead a while, he beckoned her forwards and together they walked quite literally into a bush. Only seconds later when she had recovered from attacking leaves, saw that they had made it on to what seemed to be a footpath.
She blinked, no more exploring through the unknown?
She gazed at him, hoping she looked even the slightest bit attractive with the wild mess she had as hair.
He returned her hopeful gaze with a laugh.
Sexy, he mouthed.
She winked back and posed with her back against a tree.
"Where to now?"
She spoke softly as she battered her eyelashes at him, almost ruining it with giggling.
"Through there, gorgeous"
She glanced at where he was pointing and frowned.
All she saw was more trees.
Sticky Fingers...Full Belly
Thief’s Journal – August 17 20XX
I got caught...I got fricking caught.
Tonight’s lesson? Pick your targets. Pick your targets CAREFULLY: I’ll just say that right now.
If you don’t know what you’re getting into, you’ll end up like I did tonight. (Okay maybe not EXACTLY as I did tonight, but not any less screwed.) I’m sure that seems obvious and that I’ve said it before, but sometimes when you get good, you get cocky…and clumsy…and caught…
I mean, before then it had been a good night. And I mean REALLY good: 15 gallons worth of milkshake from a Pump-Bump-N’Go (5 different kinds!!), 2 shelves of goodies on the snack-food isle at Güdbuy Grocers, and a whole BOATLOAD of leftover chili cheese and beef from Sassy Patties that I didn't even wait to take back home.
This kitty was sitting pretty, lemme tell you.
Then came that damn house. It was supposed simple: Get in, felony, get
The Ogre and the Leprechaun
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There once lived an ogre who loved to frolick about freely in his forest domain; setting traps for prey, picking fresh daisies, climbing mighty oak trees and the like. The other forest creatures feared him, for after all, he was an ogre, and ogres have certain, shall we say, reputations. But truth be told, he really wasn't interested in playing the role of a monster. No, he was content with making strawberry jams, wonderful porcupine puddings and a number of other fine ogre recipes handed down from his grandmama. His only weakness was that he had a ravenous appetite!
One chilly winter morning, a wee leprechaun happened to stray onto the ogre's land. He was searching for his lost newt, his much beloved pet. Newts can be very difficult to find, as they like to hide under rocks or in tiny crevices. So it had been many days that this pa
A Simple MelodyToo damn cold.
That was the only way to put it.
It was simply too damn cold. The rusty old train car provided protection from the barrage of the snowstorm outside, but the metal confines did little to stop the freezing air from becoming any less freezing. The inside wasn’t exactly comfortable, either. It had been a cargo train, not a luxury transportation system for the rich to sip wine and debate over the economy. At the very least, the temporary shelter’s door could slide shut and eliminate the wind chill.
Travis was already bundled in two t-shirts, a hoodie, and a coat, but he certainly didn’t turn down the opportunity to nestle into the pile of abandoned blankets in the corner of the train car. A guitar was also propped up against the wall. The strings were rusty, and it was horribly out of tune, but he was thrilled by the discovery anyway.
The previous occupant of the train car had likely planned to return at some point, but judging by the untouched
A Borrower's Quest: Salt Acquiry
Smooth, warm light shines in through a small, opened window. Morning fog is outside, in the forest. The room is silent and calm. It’s crowded with furniture, shelves and chests all around the walls. All give home to clothes, glass jars and hundreds of books. In the middle of the room, a big, old wooden dining table stands. A few cups, a little clay jar and a vase are on top of it on a neat white tablecloth. Next to the wall opposite to the window, there’s a bed. A boy in his late teens enjoys a deep sleep in it. His occasional snoring is the only thing that disturbs the calm silence of the cottage.
And then small fidgeting is heard from the direction of the window. The sound of it is insignificant, nobody would give it a second thought. They would think it’s just some ordinary noise any house makes. But it wasn’t. From outside, the wall is overgrown by ivy leaves, the vines reach over the window, and on these, something is climbi
Trust Machines: Morning Coffee at the VennCafe (Food TFs, Coffee TF)
“So,” Rob said, slurping down a coffee before work. “What's up for tonight? It's Friday and I'm feeling the urge to be splurged upon.” He winked at his wife Mona, who was digging into a bowl of Cheerios.
“You know,” Mona replied between bites, “Claire at the Trust Motel keeps telling us to visit the VennCafé. She says she can't believe we haven't yet. You want to meet there for lunch?”
Rob snorted, “I'd rather be the lunch. But my boss kind of needs me this afternoon.”
“Well, we'll check it out, see what we think. Meet you there at twelve, okay?”
Rob nodded, picking up his coffee and swirling it around. “You know, I think I'd like to be this,” he stared into the brown liquid. “You'll drink me?”
Mona placed down her spoon. “Well, I'd like to try that too. See, how cool would it be to be Venned not just into a cup of coffee, but rather a coffee be
An Autumn Adventure"That's just about the last of them here in the front yard," I called out, brushing some of the crumbled pieces of leaves off of the sleeves of my hoodie. Autumn had apparently taken an early start on about half of the trees at my house, spreading a colorful, thin layer of leaves all over the lawn. Since there was still so much life left in the grass below, I decided it was a good idea to rake the stuff up.
Besides, little Cyndaquil could enjoy putting his flames to good use igniting something on purpose, for a change.
Nevertheless, I decided to invite a friend over to help me rake up the auburn mess of leaves. After all, everyone knows it's more fun to play in the leaf piles afterwards when you have someone else to take turns making cannonball jumps into the flaking foliage with you! But Dragonair was away for the afternoon, consoling some of the forest animals who weren't prepared for the half-and-half shift of the seasons. So naturally, I looked to my two-legged companions instead.
Anima the Singing Angel Balloon
Anima Caelestis (pronounced Celestis), Anima for short is a cute and beautiful pink-haired angel hair girl who loves peace around the world and hates wars and mischief.
One day, today is a day where there is no evil can happen on her relaxing day. She lied down in the pastures and often pondered what it's like to fly up into the skies without the assistance of her angel wings.
"Is there another way to get up to the sky without my wings?" She said to herself. "Maybe I can try singing to see if it'll help."
She cleared her throat, opened her mouth slowly and began to vocalize a sweet harmonic voice as if she is in a opera. The wind picked up in response to her voice and guided itself down towards to her mouth.
The air began to fill Anima's body like a balloon and kept vocalizing until more air flowed right into her mouth and inflated a lot bigger four times the size of a planet and felt her feet being lifted up from the ground.
"Looks like my singing can pick up the wind," Anima said as
A Mysterious Fever -End-
“Huh, Dawn? What are you doing here?” Yue questioned as he noticed the fire fox running towards him. Both he and the little Fletchling dropped their twigs as she tripped right into the Sneasel’s arms with a clumsy smile.
“I found it!” She happily exclaimed and repeated before pointing towards the branch that stuck out of her tail with a chuckle. “And it’s a lot lighter than it looks! I was able to hold my own against an Ursaring with it!”
“An Ursaring?! Did it hurt you?! Are you alright!?” The Sneasel pushed her an inch away, still holding on to the vixen as he scanned for any wounds.
“I’m fine ya big dumb butt! I’m a Braixen now, and I bet I could even hold my own against a Hydreigon! With my new staff, I’ll be unstopable!” Dawn shoved the Sneasel playfully, hitting him over his wounds accidentally.
“Hey, be careful…!” He grunted, holding on to his chest.
The Mirror Sea (Part 1)It was surprising. I mean I didn't expect to die.
The second later after I found myself as a soul surrounded by others that had reached their end, I realised something had happened to me.
You know when you die it's not at all what you think. It's a whole new world to explore.
But it's weird like that; nothing in this peculiar life seems to have its downside like previously.
At first it was a confusing puzzle winding in my mind. I had too many questions like everyone else had when they were reborn in this place. And this place… was beyond magic.
The huge shimmering golden corridors that I had appeared in looked like it never ended.
Look left – it never ended. Look right – more gold. Look forward – Same as before.
Look back and it's scary. Scary to think that it never ended.
I only say this now because back then I couldn't. It was like all I could do was see, my emotions weren't present at all. I was an empty robot with only one mission.
Left. Right. Forward. Back. Four
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