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NaNo 2013 PrologueOn the morning Ethel Sumner sent her son to his death, all was quiet.
The Sumner family, like all families in their town, played a strange game. Anually, for the past three years, all families were entered into a lottery. And though the Sumner family had 'won,' the feeling of 'winning' was very much absent. This had been hard for Ethel. And she'd be doubly damned if it weren't going to get harder.
The region was in the midst of a four month drought. The Sumner family was a family of farmers, a mix of five adults, three children, and unrelated crew hands. The previous week Eric Sumner had let go two of his best ranch hands. They simple couldn't afford to pay them anymore. Rainless periods on their world were not unusual, but damn if it weren't the farmers who were always hit the hardest.
But as the sun peeked over the horizon, the bright dawn had given way to gray as storm clouds rolled in. Ethel packed her son's knapsack for the las
Geiger's CourierAs I walked, the blue of the desert sky began to fade. I pulled my hood over my head, even though my machine body needed neither protection from the sun nor shelter from the wind. Simply put, I didn't like the feeling of the unending void above me, looming, watching, infinite. I knew I shouldn't have such feelings, so I ignored the rationale and allowed my hands to move as they pleased.
I adjusted the leather strap. The sky was pale. Gray. Stars blinking into view, I refused to meet their eternal gaze. As I walked I was dying. As I walked, I was not yet born.
But as I laid my feet in a careful pattern, one in front of the other, I didn't notice. Day, night, it didn't matter, for I'd been given the unenviable position in life of a courier, and I neither knew nor cared for anything else.
Not yet, at any rate.
My body was a vessel for my vague sense of self, for I was water gathered between shaking palms, a cup half-filled, a fleet lif
The TDST, 2727.
I closed the door to Elitiana’s room quietly.
"Krathax, you got anything in that tin can of yours on this world?"
"Yeah, a little, why? The Royals don’t really bother with this place. Low population, less than amicable living conditions. They probably just harvest ice for their snow cones, or whatever."
Lumiel frowned. I smirked. "How about physiology? Everyone’s eyes are…yellow and stuff?"
Krathax folded his arms over his chest, his blue-and-red eyes looking upwards to the ceiling. Invisible file sorting, probably, and pursed his lips and pondered. Somehow, the man always looked cheery, even when in permanent-winter surviving and blind-girl saving mode. "It’s genetics," he said at last. "98% of the population have eyes that are yellow, 2% have blues. It’s part of their adaptation to the winter environment. Thicker skin, better conservation of body heat, deeper visual penetr
The TDST, 25, 2625.
I awoke with the intense feeling I was being watched. In my dreams, I'd been locked in a house. A giant ivory eye was looking into the windows, and no matter where I ran in the house, there it would be. Even the tiny windows of the bathrooms, there it would be. Watching.
I had been terrified.
Awake, I looked around, left and right, up, down…my tiny apartment was empty. But my heart still thudded in my chest, a freight train of instinct, a fire of bad omen.
There was a rapping on my door. And just like that, all my terror focused into a stiletto of annoyance. Still half-clothed, I tore the door open and snapped, "What?"
Cassidy, in a brown skirt and vest, looked shocked. She stared at my chest with an embarrassment unique to a fifteen-year-old girl, and mumbled an apology. I gritted my teeth at her and she shied back. My annoyance melted to regret and instantly to sadness. A cathartic need to confess welled u
The TDST, 24PART IV: THE INEVITABLE
I was losing my mind.
Stuck in the Between, out of the information loop, pretending I should be calm and what, happy?
It was the third day of me asking. I was getting ruder about it, too. Instead of asking Lumiel in the halls, or at the daily meeting with Beedle, I'd decided to go to her room. Her quarters were in a separate atrium, where other Irians lived. I rapped on the door that was hers until my knuckles hurt.
Finally, she opened the door, narrowed her eyes, and hissed, "What?"
"I want to interview Snowman."
"NO." Lumiel tried to close the door. I stuck my hand and foot in, effectively wedging myself inside the frame. "I've told you, no!"
"I want to interview Snowman," I pressed.
"Cutter, get out."
"Fine!" I shouted, slammed my palms against the door, and pushed myself back in the hallway. I grabbed the doorknob and pulled, slamming the door. I almost caught her fingers in
The TDST, 2323.
I was lying on my back in the grass outside the Radar Research Center, staring at pictures I'd taken on my phone. The Between base, the fountains, the way the atrium ceiling lit up like auroras. Cass, Krathax, pictures of San Francisco, even one of Jennifer the Art Student. The blue grass of this other Princeton, the pretty green co-ed I'd passed. I paused my impatient leafing when I got to Lumiel's picture, the one I'd taken earlier in the afternoon. She was sneering, her eyebrows peaking villainously.
You're a sad little man, C. What are you, without the rules of the SFPD to hold you on a track? You can't decide if you want to kill the guys who beat up that girl or just let 'em fall to the whims of the law. You can kill them, you know. The Interviewer really did hint you have a 'license to kill.'
"No one dies," I mumbled.
Okay, if you say so. I think you're a teenager again, wanting to test your boundaries.
The TDST, 2222.
We collared Emily at her class and escorted her away. Her classmates stared and gawked; apparently TDT presence was a big deal. If kayaking was Emily's cover, she'd already done her illicit business on the lake. So, the girl had no problem throwing a royal fit as we hauled her off.
"What is this? I haven't done anything!" Et cetera. Her whining created an auditory parade all the way to the campus PD office, where we borrowed an interview room.
We all squeezed the little gray room with the one-way mirror. Interview rooms like this were a Transdimensional constant in any world that resembled mine. Emily was still whining until I interrupted.
"We know you peddle the dope, kid."
Emily's mouth snapped shut. She looked at me dead on. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Your neighbor ratted you out."
"I don't even know my neighbor."
"He saw the thugs in suits, Emily," I accused. "And named you as a local dealer of noir."
The TDST, 2121.
My alarm bubbled like a stream, chirped like a bird, and woke me from my slumber in a wave of ambient annoyance. A message flashed across the TDT alarm's face:
Breakfast, and then a new mission. Come now. -L
I shambled into action. In the dining lounge, I made no mention of Commando Lumiel's teary conversation. I was curious as hell, a little touched that she'd shown that side, but knew better than to take on authority. A commander has the cold guise for a reason. If shit flies to hell, us troopers need to take her orders without question. And if everyone thought her orders were opinionated with tears and sad lady moments, things could go very wrong. That and she'd probably kick my ass in front of everyone.
So, I kept my mouth happily shut as we sat in plush couches around a fountain listening to the lowdown on our next mission. The coffee here was decent, and the TDT enablers kept my hands full of pastries. I munch
My Alien Girlfriend (Chapter 4)
“What?!” I cried in surprise. “Your family is coming here?”
“Yes.” Yumi giggled. “Of course they will.” I shuddered a little at the thought of more of Yumi’s kind coming to this planet. What if they were discovered? Yumi didn’t seem to realize what a huge deal it was for an alien to arrive on earth in this way. A whole family of them showing up could cause a lot of trouble and it would be a lot harder to cover up.
“When are they coming?” I asked.
“Uncertain…they need a means to get here first.” She whispered, depression in her voice. She walked to my bedroom and took a seat on the bed, her tail coiling around her and resting on her knee like a pillow that the could rest her elbows on. I followed her in and crossed my arms.
“Wait, then how did you get here? Did it have something to do with that I heard on my way here?”
“Yes!” Yumi exclaimed. “You saw where the object
Sky Army Returns - Book Three - PROLOGUE “Ow…” Ant slowly lifted a hand to his forehead. As soon as he made contact, a sharp pain shot through his head. “OW.” He scowled and opened his eyes. He was looking up at what seemed to be the sky, but everything was blurry. Everything around him seemed to be tinted a pure white color. He blinked several and his vision began to clear.
“Oh god… What the hell happened…?” He placed his hands on the ground on either side of him and lifted himself up into a sitting position. As he did, he felt an unnatural feeling on his back. It felt like he had an uncomfortable weight placed on his shoulders and upper back. He shook his head lightly and rolled his shoulders, but the feeling didn’t go away.
He glanced behind him. His eyes widened. H
Thalia's Tale - Chapter Sixteen - A New Enemy "Name and Profession." The Captain stated dully.
"Thalia Kal." Thalia replied. "Skylord."
A teen near the back of the crowd raised an eyebrow. The Captain's eyes narrowed. "A what?" He demanded.
Kevin and Logan exchanged nervous glances as Thalia nodded, holding her ground. "A Skylord." She comfirmed. She bowed her head respectfully. "Skylord Kal, at your service."
"I couldn't care less what your name is! As long as it starts with Skylord, I won't have you on my ship!" The Captain shouted. "Go fly off somewhere else!"
"My ship crashed nearby." Thalia replied. "I've got to get back to Skyhold somehow, and I've got no other choice."
"I'll not be having your kind aboard my ship!" The Captain barked. "Now get off before I make you get off."
Sky Army Returns - Book Three - Chapter One The night was heavy with activity in the old fashioned Chinese town of Gudang. Although it was well past midnight, people were up and about as though it were midday. Rain shot out of the sky, thunder sounding loudly several times a minute. People bustled down the streets all talking loudly, hurrying to get out of the rain. They all tried to speak above the loud clatter of carts and rain and thunder, all talking in Chinese.
One man, however, remained totally silent as he trudged through the mud. His face was covered by a black cowl, the cloak wrapped tightly around him to shield him both from the rain and from view. He walked down the road with his head hidden until he came to an old inn and walked quickly inside. The plaque above the door read, ‘The Green Harper’.
He walked in to heavy clamor. Men laughing and d
Thalia's Tale - Chapter Seventeen - Sacrifice “Oi! Wasn’t one of you a Minstrel?” One of the crewmembers shouted.
Kevin winced into his mug, then set it down and turned to face the rest of the room with a fake smile. “That’d be me.” He said.
“Then play us a tune!” The crewmember said. The rest of the crew gave their agreements in unison.
“Yeah, Kevin.” Jack smirked. “Play us a tune.”
Kevin shot a glare at him before taking his mandolin off from where it was strapped to his back. “Alright.” He said. “Any requests?”
“I’ve got one!” A girl member said. “How about ‘If This Were a Movie?”
Kevin thought for a moment. “I’ve got to sing for that…” He said.
Sonic Freebound Episode 1: Prt 1
Episode 1: Re-Launch
Ext. The Earth – Day
In the vast black emptiness of this corner of the galaxy The Earth is an island of color and life. Blue and green mingle beneath roving banks of white clouds and the population centers of humanity glimmer like terrestrial stars.
Then there’s a brighter light; blinding.
Then another. And another.
The clouds light as if lightning storms the size of nations are brewing beneath.
A shadow falls across the planet and we see it.
An enormous red and black warship clearly of alien design descends from the void, viewports glowing with a sickly green-yellow light. Periodic blasts of energy leap from its base, ripping through the clouds and raining upon the world below.
Smaller ships swarm around it like insects defending their hive.
The ship is easily the size of Texas by itself. The smaller fighters are practically invisible as the scope expands to encompass its full, looming immensity. Even comparatively
Amna - ProloguePrologue; Evaluation of Amna.
Overthinking. Overthinking? Overthinking. It's what I usually do in my spare time. Which is... All the time. I can't remember the last time I've seen another being, it's been ages. My hair is long now, it goes down to my knees. I've never let it go past the tips of my long ears before, but I suppose being locked up in this dark world took my mind away from my hair. I don't know how long I've been locked away in here... here in which I believe is some sort of library. There are lots of books, books with stories all thought up by others. Stories.. Myths and legends.. Or reports and truths?
It's strange, it's strange I've yet to run out of resources that allow me to live. There is always clean water in the fountain, there is always bread and some type of meat in the lounge. It appears every time I sleep, I've tried to stay awake to see if someone is sneaking it, b
Every Breath You Take || Ch.3 "Unnnhh..heh. Yah." Sam replied, unable to stop staring at the tiny girl standing on the desk. A half smile pushed onto his face. "I-its fine. We got more than enough food for guests."
Dean rolled his eyes, knowing that his brother was likely still in a stupor and only finally understanding what he was seeing. He probably doesn't realize he's got his stupid smile on.
But as Dean's green eyes went back to Claire, he noticed that she was more relaxed than he thought she'd be. A frown twitched at the edge of his mouth. He never got why people fell for his brother's dopey, lost, and loveable puppy side. Most of the time it wasn't an act either, and vics would fall right for it and spill their guts like teenagers stopping at confession after spring break. Whatever. If it keeps Claire calm...Then..fine.
He saw his brothers mouth open, probably about to ask her about the attack....or if she wants him to
Oh No Sally 15 : by Dru(For Scott_R)
Bill had prepared himself for the meeting this morning as best he could. The new offices of The O Girl Foundation had been completed, and it was time for Sally to come in and see what her billions had bought. He hadn't seen her for a few days, not since watching the astounding spectacle she made of herself crushing the will of the protestors with a display of sexual power that had been the topic of news headlines around the globe. Since taking up her badge she had not stopped proving herself worthy of it.
As much as he had prepared himself, when Sally calmly entered the polished marble conference room his jaw dropped open. She seemed a little shorter than the last he had been in her presence, but the aura of power around her had somehow intensified. She was a vision of contentment, the smallest hint of a smile playing constantly at the corners of her mouth and her eyes aglow with happiness.
"Good morning, Bill! It's a lovely day, isn't it?"
"Um...it sure is. How do you, u
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