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Sunny DaysIt was a lovely warm morning, a rarity these past few months, and many people were taking advantage of it. The streets were bustling with people and merchants trying to sell frozen treats and fresh fruit.
Even Paul had deigned to have his breakfast in the garden. Having had the servants bring a table and chairs there, he was now sitting in the shade, enjoying a cup of coffee and the quiet morning. Until Darren came bursting into the garden, cursing and muttering profanities.
"That little wretch. Good for nothing... If I find him," Darren cursed, pacing back and forth in front of the table.
With a sigh Paul set down the cup and prepared for a rant, "Is something wrong?"
"I'll wring the bastard's neck when I find out who it was," Darren said, stopping behind one of the chairs and gripping it's back until his knuckles turned white. Paul sat quietly in his chair, waiting patiently for his friend to continue.
"You remember that theft I've been planning?" Darren asked after
A Wish"I wish I had some work," Darren said lazily.
"You can go and clean up the stables if you need something to do," Paul said without taking his eyes off a book he was reading. No doubt another dome packed full of history of philosophy.
"As am I. Look, if you need work then go out and find some instead of sitting here all day long and complaining."
"That's easier said than done," Darren laughed sourly. "You know very well that what I do is considered illegal by most people, the king among them."
"Then do something that isn't illegal."
"Well,"Paul began to say, finally taking his eyes off the book, when a servant entered.
"There is someone to see you Sir."
Darren, having been lounging in an armchair up until now, suddenly sat up straight.
"Front of back door?"
The servant frowned. "The front door," he said without even trying to hide his annoyance.
Darren frowned as well and sank back into the chair with a small grunt and a look of disappointment on his face.
Can you hear me?In which Darren faces the prospect of being shot and eaten.
"Can you Hear me?" Darren yelled at the innkeeper. The white haired old man standing on the other side of the bar didn't look at him and continued cleaning a beer glass.
"HELLO?" He tried again, this time waving his hand in front of the man.
"Stop yer shoutin'! I can hear ye just fine," the innkeeper snapped, finally noticing his customers, "Whadda ya want?"
Darren let out a sigh: "Just a glass of whiskey."
"Whiskey!" Darren growled, his patience worn thin.
"Oh. Why didn't ya say so. We're fresh out of the stuff up here. If ya want any you gotta go down them stairs into the basement," the innkeeper gestured behind him, "And bring a cask back up. My back isn't what it used to be."
"Really? You don't look that old and frail to me." Darren remarked. The innkeeper was as big as a bear and most likely had the strength of one as well.
He got angry at the remark, began to say something then b
FFM24: It's Raining MenShe's finally done it, Dani realized as lightning streaked across the sky, the damn writer had lost the last bit of grey matter keeping her from the cuckoo bin. The forecaster had predicted rain, but not this kind of rain. The first drop to hit the pavement was six feet tall of glistening, rippling sex beast. He should have died instantly, but since the writer was out of her vulcan mind, he landed gently beside the first and just as shirtless.
“Love me,” he said, holding out a hand.
Dani groaned, pretending not to look. This was so wrong.
All around the world, people stopped to watch this mysterious rain. Traffic stalled. Inside, the forecaster who had predicted a wonderful summer shower hid in his office, studying the readouts. It just wasn't possible. Men don't fall from the sky like rain.
“You've done it now,” Dani shouted, “Don't pretend you can't hear me. I know you're typing this right now. You have to stop this.”
Kaleen, the writer, ignored he
The Grave of GodThis crater marks the place where God and the adversary annihilated each other. No more God. No more adversary. There's nothing here now. Just me.
If you were to head west from here and climb the lip of the crater, you'd find yourself in a desert, where the sand dunes gather against the ruins. There are mountains on the horizon, pale blue. They look as distant as the moon, and they very nearly are.
In those mountains lurk creatures, ancient and colossal, constructed at the adversary's behest. They barely move anymore, for there is no-one left here to kill. Though their bodies have become part of the landscape, their eyes never close. They will lie waiting for all eternity.
Beyond the mountains are the riverlands, where used to be settlements and forests, all of which have long since rotted. North you might find what remains of Telassar, the capital city of the angels. Half underwater now, with its mighty bridge broken, only the palace stands proud of the sea, and it too is dead.
Unicorn Rights Activism FFM29I frowned, watching the news anchor. Another unicorn hunting group was set up in India to retrieve the horns for their medicinal properties. The camera panned to a lifeless unicorn body, drenched in its own blood. I grimaced. I looked at Oliver and decided, “I’m going to be a unicorn rights activist.”
Oliver deadpanned, “Oh, exciting.”
“No, I’m serious. What they’re doing is unfair.”
Oliver looked uninterested. “They’re just animals. It’s not like they know what’s happening to them.”
“Animals have a right to live too.”
“God, you’re stupid! You can’t do anything to change this. We need the horns to stop AIDs. Are you pro-disease now?”
“No, of course not! There just has to be a better way than slaughtering them.”
“You can’t just hop on board with every cause you hear about. You have to pick your battles, and this is a stupid one.”
The Earth-Queen's SorrowThe earth-queen's son was born in springtime, and his birth was heralded with crocuses and fresh green and a splendor of sunlight. Through summertime he grew, golden and beautiful, dearer to her than the wind itself.
Then autumn came, and the leaves ran red with his blood. He fell, and withered, an empty husk of brown.
Winter came: in her sorrow, the earth-queen swept the world with white. Snow would be his shroud and his finery. The chill in the air would mirror the cold emptiness in her heart. Ice would cover her lakes and rivers and the wounds of her soul; and her frozen tears would fall from the heavens as tiny flakes of crystal.
The winter drew on, and many died under the cold weight of the earth-queen's sorrow. At last the people chose a hero to go to her, to beg for mercy.
They fitted her with fatted leather boots, with a thick leather vest, with fur-lined gloves and a fur-lined cloak. “You go into the heart of winter,” they told her. “Give no quarter to the co
How the Fox Got His Cry Long ago, when the forest was young, a fox was walking amongst the trees. He had not been walking far when he came across a little frog croaking by a puddle. Immediately, the fox seized the frog, and would have swallowed it down in one gulp if the frog hadn’t spoken.
“You may as well let me go, fox,” said the frog. “I can make myself far too big for you to eat.”
“Go on, then,” said the fox, “show me.”
So the frog gulped in many breaths to swell itself, and it did indeed look too big to eat.
But the fox saw how it was done. “This is nothing but air,” scoffed the fox, and he swallowed the frog breath and all.
The fox had not walked much farther when he came across a little squirrel nibbling pinecones on the path. Immediately, he seized it, and would have swallowed it down in one gu
La CreppyShcool: Cap.6
En el Capitulo Anterior:
Vika: La... Lau.... Laughin... Ja..ck -dijo entre cortada respiro y dijo- Launghin Jack
Yeimi: genial -dije sonriendo y despues el celular sono de Vika y ella rebiso y me dijo
Vika: es de Splendor dijo que "EL" esta aqui y no viene solo vamos -yo acenti y nos fuimos donde Splendor al llegar vi a "El" pero no estaba solo estaba con Zalgo....
cap.6: descubrienndo quien es "El" Zalgo... quiere a Yeimi como sirvienta, ____ se enamora de
Hoodie y E. Jack, Nos vamos a Colombia!!!!!!!!
POV. Yeimi (todavía sigue narrando)
nos fuimos donde Splendor al llegar vi a "El" pero no estaba solo estaba con Zalgo....
"El": Hola Yeimi -dijo con una sonrisa yo hiba a abrazarlo pero recorde que estaba Zalgo
Yeimi: hola... Señor Zalgo -dije lo ultimo arrondillandome
Vika: señor -dijo tambien arrodillandose
Splendor: chicos yo los dejare hablando con su permiso Señor vamos Vika
FFM29: August 5thJuly 27th, 2013---Karl Whitney is arrested for the kidnapping and suspected murder of Elsie Waters. Ghostly figure is spotted on the beach by local crackpot. Might be legit.
July 28th, 2013---Dreamed about roses in the water. Kauka needs more kitty litter---
Noelani snapped her notebook shut. The ghost had no name, but he floated above the dock like he owned it. She wasn't impressed. It was well past the witching hour and her damned cat was getting persnickety.
“Mreow,” Kauka said. He clawed at the boards, ears flat as he cat-growled. He kept both eyes fixed on the hovering phantasm. Once again, Noelani was glad he couldn't speak English.
“You're a nut, you know that,” Noelani said, “He's dead, he can't hurt you.”
Kauka flicked his tail and sat glaring. Like all cats, he knew a lie when he heard it. Most ghosts couldn't hurt the living, but this one could. This one was different. Noelani had a feeling Kauka was going to punish her later for suggestin
Pregunta a los Creepys : Tomo 3Vos de presentador de casos de Familia: bienvenids a Pregunta a los Creepys con sus anfitrionas la Escritora y Yulanis - aperecemos por una puerta y entramos a esena los Vocalois sentados al igual que los Creepys mientras el publico aplaudiendo
Escritora: como estan hermoso publico y watchers!!!!-saluda a todos
Yula: bueno el dia de hoy tenemos barias preguntas Yeah!!! :T Ok me callo Bueno comensemos con las primeras preguntas del Dia -saca su table y empiesa a rebisar los mensagges- :iconpokudrato: nos pregunta 5 pregunatas creo -rebisa otra vez- si son 5 y la primera es nina quieres ser mi amiga porque te gusta el anime y juntas dominaremos el mundo y destruiremos a los anti-otakus XD solo amigas ok -susurra- considera lo otro
Nina: claro seremos amigas y dominaremos juntas el mundo y mataremos a Justin Bieber buajajajajjaaj -risa sicopata y todos la miran haci .-. - ups me pase
Jeff: esa es mi aprendis!!!! -dice mientras le hace pat pat en la cabeza(?- la segunda Yula
The Prettiest StarShe touched the stone, and the stars fell down.
The world seemed to come crashing down with them, the storied tales in those fake glass stars tumbling and twirling, beautiful beacons that had brought faith to thousands; the whistling as they fell sounded like the cries of the newly hopeless.
The woman at the pedestal stood without a single twist of regret. Her posture was certain, her hands steady. Blood soaked her face, matching the crimson of her cloak as it billowed around her in the darkness, as the air filled with the white explosions of the stars around her, shattering as they sent glass splintering across the huge domed room.
"Seline, stop!" a red-haired woman screeched from the doorway, too late to stop her. She stumbled backward, shielding her eyes.
Bodies lay in the room around the pedestal Seline had just touched, broken. Their white capes were stained red, and their red-crossed shields lay shattered and abandoned. Seline's sword was stained with that blood, steaming in
50 Word Mini Sagas"What are you doing?"
"What does it looks like I'm doing? I'm trying to... argh... see if I can... oww... get to the roof... bloody nail... from this window."
"But does it have to be the window that's facing the street?"
"Think of it as advertisement!"
"Look Bob, Darren's up to something again."
"I've been tellin' ya: if ya need somethin' done hire Darren. He'll get it done and for cheap! Unlike the rest of 'em cut-throats down at the docks."
"Didn't ya say the same 'bout Mad Mort yesterday?"
"My god, Martha, what is this city coming to? First people climbing out of windows and now beggars fighting in the middle of the street! Where's the watch when you need them?"
"I'm telling you, dear, it all because of the pollen."
"You're probably right, dear."
"All right, you proved that you can get to the roof. Can you come down now? People are starting to gather."
"Say... are these yours?"
"How did they...For god's sake give me those!"
"I didn't know you were into such
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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