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Renaissance"You never have to die."Renaissance7 years ago in Short Story
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Twin spotlights bearing brilliant white lights shone up at the billboard, creating an angelic glow through the otherwise darkened street.
The face of Avalon looked down from it, her mouth slightly parted as if she were speaking the words scrawled beside her. Advertisements for Paris most popular corporation made it well known that the model was soon to turn 87. The face that leered down, skin smooth and pale, looked to be a youth, or at least, what used to be considered a youth.
Bislane read the slogan with a sneer. The glock in her hand had just proved that death could come from many other ways than old age. She hadn't wanted to shoot him, but after skillfully retrieving his hefty wallet and Rolex watch from him, the man had grabbed a hold her. A mere second of struggle warned her that he was much stronger, so she had ended his life and fled.
She continued past the board without a second glance, her feet pounding against the pavement that had sprung up over th
Nature De MereNature De Mere7 years ago in Short Story
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Paris, 2054. The night was dark and cold, the beginning of winter was close at hand. Soon snow would fall instead of the blanketing sheets of rain that fell upon the twisted and complex labyrinth of Paris. This night would be remembered by all – especially Julian Brenan. The 71 was his favourite bar, not too far from home and not too far from Tour Eiffel subway station where he worked. But as he shook the droplets of rain from his thin, black coat, something about that night sent him vibes of strange origins.
He entered calmly, taking a sigh of relief as he passed through the doors, a wave of warmth rushing over his old, weathered skin. How Avalon could do wonders for him, that's what Ilona had told him once before. Ah, Ilona, the beautiful, smart woman he longed for. Julian had been long divorced, separated into a lonely life that was desperately stuck in a rut. Coming to The 71 and meeting with Ilona was all he lived for.
Dimitri gave him a welcoming nod and w
InterceptsIntercepts7 years ago in Short Story
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"Don't do it, brother," said Luc, popping the last chip into his mouth.
"Come on," Jean protested. As if in cue, the warning 'Insecure Area', which was traveling back and forth along the length of the cafeteria table, slid between them. "Come on," Jean repeated, softer. "What harm could it do?"
Luc cocked his head. "You want a list?"
"Look, she hasn't even done anything," said Jean. "The only reason she's on the array is because of automatic traffic analysis, and she's only a Class IV anyw-"
"Whoa, brother," Luc cut him off. "I don't want to know, and believe me, you don't want me to either. You're on your own here."
The Chapel was as dim, long and high-ceilinged as its name implied, with eight rows of terminals arranged facing the three massive scre