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11. SadnessThey say sadness comes from a feeling of disadvantage, loss and helplessness. I dont feel disadvantaged in any way, I havent lost a thing except for maybe a few coins in favour of a bottle of sweet juice, and I deffinitely dont feel helpless. But I feel sad. So what am I, outer-deffinitionally-sad? I dont know where this feeling came from, but all of a sudden, as if it had been in the air, I felt sad, and the feeling hasnt left me since then, a few days ago. I walk around the world as if I were in a bubble, as if that bubble softened every sound except for those of cars roaring and people yelling, softened every touch, so that mostly I feel nothing. Its as if my whole body had fallen asleep, like when your foot tingles and you can poke it with something sharp and youll only feel that somethings touching your foot, but not what and how much that hurts or feels good. What I do know is that I no longer want to feel th
He wore a pink dress of the finest silk, courtesy of a close friend. But what good did the dress do if he couldnt wear it in public? He wanted people to see him, but, most of all, he wanted to walk in the gardens of the palace without disruption.
His dad would never allow. a man does not dress in womens clothes. A man, a man of royalty like you, above all, must always defend his dignity and honor, which you destroy completely by wearing those dresses He would say somehting like that, surely, and then he would forbid dresses to be brought into the palace if he didnt posess a key to the cloest they were to be stored in.
All Frank wanted was a walk around the gardens in the lovely pink dress his friend Jonatan had bought him. So, to try to make his wish come true, he called in a conference with Jonny and Will. They were the only 2 who knew about his obsession.
The plan was good, and they hoped it wouldnt fail.
The hole on the other side of the pal
9. DoomI sat there apathetically motionlessly staring at the shadows flickering over the graffiti-covered walls 20 feet away from me. I squinted as I suddenly saw a shadow coming towards me, becoming larger and larger until some evil person stood in front of me blocking my sight.
YOU! Evil creature! Will you stand aside, I MUST observe the shadows or else they will flee!
He sat down beside me, but his intrusion had scared them all away and all my precious work of over a century had dissipated into thin air. I could KILL him! I noticed I was strangling him when his hand fell on my thigh, the pervert! I let him go, he had to be alive to be scolded, after all. The yelling didnt serve to bring him to his sense, though. He kept trailing his hand up and down my thigh, and then, suddenly, he straddled me! I lost all my wits right then and slapped the ignorant being across the face. First he bereft me of my lifes efforts, then he mocks me, and now he tries to seduce me!
8. Novel Tis a novel way of looking at life, it is.
Indeed, I agree, yet, is it in accordance with the Holy Bible?
Sir, your disciples shall have to figure that out, because, with all due respect, I have not enough knowledge of the Holy Bible to be judge upon such delicate matters.
Very well, I shall set 3 of my monks to the task of analyzing the problem at hand thoroughly.
Yes, but do have them proceed with discretion, I dont want rumors to set out into the city about the respectabilty of my palace
Of course, they will work with the highest secrecy, and noone shall know what they are about.
Very well, so it be then. And now, there was something else you asked of me?
Yes, indeed. But I believe we should go into more private rooms for that
Of course. Let us go into my chambers. Come.
7. PiratesWe were pirates, travelling through the seas of the mind and taking what we wanted. There was so much non-useful stuff that eventually we had to give out a few brains per a million people that would contain all the bullshit thoughts. The good ones were archivated in the Great Secretary of Whiteness. Us, the elite group of the Collectors' disciples, were destined to go out there and pick up the White Ones. The Boredoms were to lisen to all the thoughts we dropped in, a tedious work, very boring and monotonous. The excitement of my job was the adventure. I have witnessed many brilliant thoughts, I've seen their creation, seen how the cells connected and rejoiced when I successfully pulled the fresh thought from the mind. Some were really egoistic about their thoughts, they just wouldn't let go. I hated when that happened, because sometimes the cells would mutate in a matter of seconds and start biting me.
Todays my last day of work, then I leave for my vacations. So, think!
Ah, there's o
6. PessimisticSlow currents of air forced themselves through the small window. The others were all closed. It was hot and humid, very humid. She could have sworn they were in the tropic, but was it so? No, they werent. But the weather suited the situation in a twisted way.
Smiles and laughter had gone with her. Fun and happyness had packed their bags and left. They didnt know how to go on, if there was even a future.
Their black clothes nearly choked them, but she wouldnt let them wear anything else, and they had nothing else, either. It wasnt fitting for these children to walk around in black. They should run away, they should flee. But she wanted to stay, she didnt let them. How often had they begged her, and she had always responded the same way. The bruises on their backs would never heal if she didnt stop. And to make her stop they would have to stop telling her they had to leave, now. But they didnt want to give up, and they knew very well they wouldn&
5. DreamsBeads of color chased each other through the air while the boy sat silently on the hill. When the first colored bead, a blue one, caught in his long wavy hair he jerked up, out of his thoughts. He looked around and caught one of the beads, a violent red one, and he cracked it open and ate the glimming lines that reared up from the inside.
They were delicious, and once the first was eaten, they all wanted to be eaten. They swarmed in, towards the boy on the hilltop, all wanting to be first, all wanting to be devoured by his sweet mouth. None of them noticed that they didnt leave the boy time to swallow, and as darkness closed in on him he was more and more surrounded by colorful beads.
The pillow was choking him.
La CortinaSiempre se había movido, y nunca me había dado cuenta. Se movía en olas lentas, como si estuviese respirando lentamente, como lo hacen los ancianos. "Labored breathing filled the air of the small room, it sounded shallow, as if many holes had been punctured into the lung". No había sonido alguno, nunca había habido, y no supuse que iría a haber algún día. Sólo el movimiento. Como un barco, meciéndose sobre la tranquilas olas del mar caribe, sospechando absolutamente nada mientras los marineros duermen y sueñan de casa, o de islas tropicales llenas de mujeres bellas.
Como una madre que baila lentamente con su hijo en brazos para que duerma, cantándole con su dulce voz una canción de cuna, la más bella. Como la suave y lenta canción de cumbia en aquel restaurante remoto en mitad del desierto, casi abandonado, casi solitario, tan lleno de vida.
Yo estaba barriendo la casa como me lo había pedido mi madre cuand
3. Content3. Content
It would be disastrous.
There had not been enough rehearsals, he didnt know his text, and he didnt even want to participate. It had been his best friends idea, Matts. At the diner, Pennys, they had found it a good idea, but now, 3 months later and a lot more nervous, he found it had nothing good about it at all. No, nothing. He wanted to get it over with, with as few public humiliation as possible, and then he wanted to disappear for at least half a year. Why had he ever agreed to do this? Hed known the older kids would think he was a fag for doing this! Why did he expose himself to the school in tights and reciting heroic lines, then?
Well, of course, he could argue that he had had no idea that the play to be put on stage was Robin Hood, but he could have informed himself before recklessly joining the drama club. How ignorant of him! At least Matt was in it with him, but that didnt help much, because he was playing the k
Enter JaguarSamus Aran made her way through the jungle like area she was at. The Bounty Hunter was on a planet and exploring it as she had taken up the Bounty that had been placed here. The woman clad in her armor looking around the jungle scenery and at what was before her as many types of plants and fauna not seen
A strange creature had been seen and had terrorized a nearby town. A beast that was said to tear through even blasters and metal with no difficulty as all attempts to capture it had failed with some dead.
Normally Samus wouldn’t have bothered with it but business had been rather slow as of late and The Space Pirates latest plot had been foiled and stopped so she had taken it up. Part of her curious to see what exactly it was that was attacking.
She made her way through the jungle when the scanners on her suit picked up something. She turned and hoisted her cannon arm ready to fire if something showed up. She looked on at her scanners watching them so they could detect anything le
WIP STORY: Extinguishing The TruthExtinguishing The Truth
"You have got to be kidding me! This cannot be happening.." The hood of my vehicle pumped out smoked that intoxicated the area, thrusting out of the car door as I was forced into a coughing fit. Lifting the hood only to consumed by the thick fog knowing I was either hiking it back home or finding some civilization nearby which was sounding pretty impossible at the time since I had been tracking a one way for who knows how many miles to visit an out of town friend. Disgruntled and impatient, looking around my remote location to spot a burnt down wooden house in a field, oddly enough it was the only patch of open land I've seen since the trip began. Thinking there was any life around, I began treading towards the building; death consumed the wildlife that surrounded the two storied building, it was beauty in its own but something didn't feel quite right as if it hid secrets no one desired to explore. "H-Hello? Anybody here?"
Drawings on the Wall “She still seems to be retreating.”
“Do the doctors know what it means?”
“Creatures, and monster, it’s all nonsensical.”
“How long was she there for?”
The girl sat on her cot in silence.
Nearly every inch of her cell wall was covered in dark markings. Some overlapped each other. Beasts with horns, and jagged teeth marched across the white backdrop. Words speckled the drawings in terrifying ways;
“Father,” “Forgiveness,” “Sanctuary,” and “Eyes.”
Nothing about the drawings themselves seemed right. Hatched from a mad mind, the monsters towered over small figures. Some, rabbits, others, what
Teen Detective Chronicle 1-1--Warning! The following stories will contain bondage, language, sexuality, and scenes of peril. Reader discretion is advised.--
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[SgtBoom] Hey TD
[Anon] Is that everyone?
[TeenDetective] Yea, sorry I’m late. I was just wrapping up a day case.
[SgtBoom] The divorce thing?
[TeenDetective] Yea, turns out he wasn’t cheating on her, he was planning a surprise party. She wasn’t happy with the answer, but I got my hourly fees in.
[MCNapsalot] Really? Sounds like a crock of shit.
[TeenDetective] It was a waste of time, but I got paid, so... Source night?
[Anon] Yes. I’m an employee at Arcellus Shipping. I’ve always known the company was shady, but... This is bad.
[NancyDrewfan34] Whats up?
[Anon] Have you ever heard the name ‘Silk’ in regards to the Syndicates?
[SgtBoom] We all know Silk in here. Dude’s legend. Thief who likes to rob the syndicates and leaves calling cards. Badass.
The Drake Detective Agency - Case Twelve - Part 4The Rescue Party - Part 4
Chris Philips sat uneasily in a chair in the makeshift HQ that Kreeps’ crew had set up, watching the masked man opposite him. Kreep, with a glass of brandy in one hand was paying half of his attention to the map on the trestle table, and the other half on the young man.
“So what does my sister have to do with any of this?” Chris asked, leaning forward in his chair.
Kreep regarded him, head cocked to one side.
“A most remarkable girl, your sister. Even without her friends to aid her. I’ve been following her career for a while now, especially since her own personal nemesis decided to try and expand his own personal holdings at my expense. I don’t begrudge a man his ambitions, Master Philips, especially when he believed me to be dead. But it did make me pay more attention to his operations around Carrington. And that brought your sister into sharp focus.”
“And that’s why you kidnapped my sister, my girl
Black Knight Chapter 15
With their latest hindrance getting back to the Seattle area, August and Alistair remained very cautious as they managed to leave Longview without any further attention from the police. Alistair was still apprehensive about getting back on the interstate, which was the shortest route to Tacoma, however, and chose instead to drive on as many narrow, winding roads that were as far away from the interstate as possible. It nearly drove August mad with annoyance, but Alistair refused to go any other way, even after it began to rain in the usual Washington fashion. The Supra would be a car that the police would be on the lookout for, which left their only options being leave the car and find alternative means of headi
Making Father Proud I sat on the floor panting, and he held me. He was safe.
He gently took my hand in his. He stroked my forearm as his other hand disappeared into his jacket pocket again. This time instead, he removed a syringe. He meant to inject my wrist with the serum; the poison I knew was to change me into one of those awful creatures. The creatures I had just tried to protect him from. I begged him to stop but he just smiled and told me not to fight it. The prick barely hurt. I could feel warmth spread to my arm, then to my shoulder, and finally my entire chest. It was numbing. I noticed he had had two beagle puppies brought in. I felt so dizzy and dumb.
I closed my eyes and pretended to be somewhere else.
I blacked out.
When I woke up I was in his arms again, on the floor, sobbing. My fingers and legs were smeared in blood. His long white lab-coat had scarlet streaks, and crimson fingerprints. My fingerprints. I began to shake
Razor's Opinion on Three Teams So... it's your old boy Mr. Williams talking here, war veteran and most chiefly–secret agent. I'm trying to keep a low profile here, so if anyone asks, use my codename, Razor. Agreed? Agreed.
Administrator Hat has given three lucky ducklings the opportunity to be the captain of their teams. I was given the Swap Token. Back in my day, we didn't get tokens just for showing up! But that's besides the point, we have more important topics to discuss.
I stayed up until 0300 hours last night to wait until Administrator Hat decided to stop partying and retire for the night. Then I intercepted a top secret file from his desk! Luckily no sentry guards were at bay and he lacked a basic security system, so I escaped through the trash chute undetected.
Guess what I found in the file. The entire roster of the teams! To my surprise, there were three full teams! Now, I could've just counted the number of captains this season, bu
The ViperA cat was watching television in the morning. His wife was out to hunt some food for them.
Except for the TV, the house was quiet and empty with no signs of life, other than the cat. He was glad that he had some private time of his own. As much as he loved his wife, she would usually be the one to make him hunt.
As the feline enjoyed his favorite show, the telephone rang. He was curious as to who would call so early in the morning. He reached for the phone.
Before he could say a word, a male voice said, "This is the Viper. I'll be at your house in about an hour." The man hung up.
The cat was puzzled. He didn't remember a "Viper" in his life. He assumed that it was a harmless prank that his wife was planning to pull off. The feline went back to watching his show.
About a few minutes later, the phone rang again. The cat picked it up, expecting whoever was calling to be his wife.
It was the man from before. "This is the Viper again. I'm sorry that I'm taking so long." The person calling h
4. Change4. Change
It had always moved, and I had never noticed. It moved in slow waves, as if it were breathing slowly, like old people do. 'Labored breathing filled the air of the small room, it sounded shallow, as if many holes had been punctured into the lung'. There was no sound, there had never benn, and I assumed there would never be. Just the movement. Like a ship, rocking on the tranquile waves of the Carabian sea, suspecting absolutely nothing while the sailors sleep and dream of home, or of tropical islands full of beautiful women.
Like a mother that dances slowly with her son in her arms so he sleeps, singing a sleeping song to him in her sweet voice, beautiful. Like the soft and slow cumbia song in that restaurant in the middle of the desert, almost abandoned, almost solitary, so full of life.
I was sweeping the house as my mother had asked me when I noticed. The curtain had ceased its movement, and it was then that I noticed that it had always moved. I never knew how, but I knew i
A Guide to Writing DialogueWhat is dialogue, exactly? The definition from Merriam-Webster’s dictionary was several lines long, so I shall summarize it in a short sentence for the sake of the readers; it’s the writing that illustrates conversations between two or more characters in a story. We read and hear it all around us, but creating it in your own work can be a challenge. However, if you find dialogue an obstacle in your writing, then don’t push the panic button. In this tutorial, you’ll find by analyzing what dialogue can do and how to use it, you can turn your greatest fear into your greatest ally in your story.
What dialogue is
Like I’ve asserted before, dialogue is basically what the characters are saying to each other. It can be found in multiple mediums such as books, movies, comics, video games, etc. We even engage in dialogue daily without even thinking. When you talk to your best friend, a co-worker, or even your dog, you create dialogue. It’s exchang
five.Five is the number of times you worry he’s stopped breathing, as the surgeons carve around his heart, twisting away the plaque ridden arteries, and pulling a vein out of his leg. Five is the number of heart wrenching hours you and your family were waiting in the hospital room, worried that your lives would crumble, that there would be five members of the family instead of six, that five days out of the week he would not come home for dinner, that five kisses from him would no longer be given to his wife and four children. Five was the amount of fingernails you bit off while watching people enter and exit the waiting room, and the amount of minutes your mother spent on the phone, explaining that something was wrong. Five is the critical difference between holding a father’s hand as your mother cries into his heart shaped pillow. The difference between rejoicing and smiling weakly because he’s okay or carrying your father’s American-flag-covered-casket and watchin
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