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The Beginning of the Most Anticlimactic Quest Ever
    The hut laid on the edge of the kelp forest. At least, that's what the flyer said. Silver still wasn't able to find the shack after half an hour of searching, and neither could the other young Aqrion hovering on the forest’s southern border. Some had been scared away by the crowd, and an even greater amount had left for bluer waters as it became increasingly clear that the hut probably didn’t exist.
    Silver was on the edge of leaving himself when he noticed a few bubbles rising from an odd rock pile on top of a hill. Curious, he watched and waited, and sure enough, the bubbles came back. He glanced around to check if anyone else was watching and swam up to the rocks. There was a hole down the center, and if he looked carefully, he could see a light at the end.
    Smiling, Silver into the kelp forest and searched the hill for an entrance. And there it was, a hole with the same light flickering on its walls.
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The Aftermath
    One day, eight individuals left the Planet and, against the warnings of the Government, entered the Tunnels. Their reasons for leaving were, and with the exception of the Angel, still are unknown. The population not being very large, the disappearance caused a noticeable dip in the amount of tax revenue coming in. The Government quickly labeled the missing people as fugitives, then backtracked when they realized they weren't supposed to acknowledge the existence of the Tunnels.
    But after three months of search parties assembled and dismantled by the Government, unable to decide if they should admit to the Tunnels’ presence, all hope of seeing the “fugitives” again disappeared. This was around the time that it was discovered that the Child, one of the ones who entered the Tunnels, had illegally smuggled in (said the Government) both the Lizard and the Rabbit. The reason both had attained Capital Status was that they both
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The End of the Journey
    The trip was supposed to be the easy part of the quest. But the entire time, the party had been harassed by orcs, dryads, centaurs, bandits, turtleoids, hell, even the wind was trying to kill them!
    The end result was two deaths and one undeath due to the group’s cleric receiving a broken arm and leg. The arm just so happened to be the cleric’s dominant arm, so she couldn't cast any more spells and heal her leg. It was at that moment that they were ambushed by a massive pack of undead. Having a broken leg, the cleric had no way of quickly getting away, and the only person they had that was strong enough to lift her had died from a snakebite a few days ago.
    So it was with heavy hearts that the party left her behind to be killed and reanimated as one of the undead. It was in this state, discouraged, weakened, and missing three of their friends, that the group finally stood at the entrance to the dra
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The Second Battle of the Barricade
    Ken loved Les Miserables. But he didn't quite mean this when he told that to the genie.
    Bullets whistled around him as he huddled against the barricade, a rifle awkwardly carried in his hands. Someone was yelling at him to use it, but all he could think about was how to get out of there. Hopefully, when the battle was over, he could escape through the sewers and-
    Something pierced his back, and Ken fell to the ground, oddly wanting to laugh. It was funny, actually. He couldn't feel any pain, none at all. All he could feel was...
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The Genome Swap Chapter 1
    ...April 22, 4:23 PM, which was fifty-seven minutes after I had received my diploma from the university. I was walking down North Cedar Street when I saw someone I had never seen before. Now, you have to realize that this doesn’t just happen. If it was a young child, I would have understood it to be a homeschooled kid in City District 8 and simply archived the face in my memory, but this was a girl in her late teenage years. Someone who I most certainly would have seen during my two years at the high school. Confused but not yet unsettled, I kept walking and pinned the occurrence on the incredibly unlikely circumstance that this someone had avoided my notice for the past twelve years.
    I went further down the street towards the library when I saw this same girl reflected through the metal of a lamppost, now directly behind me. Coincidence? Possibly. After all, someone walking behind you that you've never seen before, even when you re
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Finish Chapter 1
    I stood in a hollow place. The world around me was in continuous flux. Moments of stasis would occur, until they were ruptured by chaos. Walls would surround me and then dissipate. I could see through them to the yards, cities, and oceans beyond.
    Only one thing remained static in this visage. A table in the center of a room would fluctuate in and out of existence. Atop it was a sphere. Solid and immobile. It drew my focus; begged for it. Demanded it.
    I took one step and the Earth beneath my feet shattered. But I stayed afloat. I took another. The emptiness of the aether surrounded me on all sides. Walls, cities, and oceans disappeared entirely. All that remained was me, the void, and the sphere.
    It was almost a shuffling forward that brought me finally to the ball. The world was still empty, having calmed after the original chaos. I gently picked up the sphere, much lighter than it appeared&
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Purple
It was Hallows Eve, and the younger Aqrion had just finished up their costume contest and going home to sleep while their parents finished decorating for the trick or treaters that would come tomorrow night. But Vladicus wasn’t sleeping. Few Ancients would be. Tonight was the time for spirits who hadn’t completely crossed over to the underworld in the last year to be given peace, and Vladicus had a ghost to meet.
    His mask was starting to flake a little, but he wouldn't ever trade it in. It was the only one he had made with his own flippers, and ever since the community leaders started putting restrictions on hunting, he hadn't found a skull even remotely like it. The jaw bone created a massive spiral protruding from the chin, and the forehead had a massive protrusion nearly half a meter long. It was hideous, and Vladicus loved it.
    He grabbed his guide rock and swam slowly towards the cemetery. It was a large one, even for a ci
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An Interview With the Apocalypse, Tape 1
    Cool, this mike is super high tech! Oh, right my story. Okay, here it goes. 
    I really blame it on the cat. Snickers had wandered into the woods behind our house for the millionth time in who knows how many years, and since my parents decided that taking care of him was my responsibility, I was always the one to go find him. This was starting to become too much of a habit; the light and dark tabby liked the sun and didn't understand boundaries. It was lucky for me that he kept going to the same sunning rock time after time. Over the years, I had beaten a path through the underbrush where all I had to look out for were copperheads.
    Where the trouble started was where things were different. Halfway through my hike, a well-defined second trail appeared and veered off to the right. I had come down this way just last week, and there hadn't been a trail then. But despite my arm being pinched a few dozen times, the path continued to
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The Genome Swap Prologue
    The judges looked at each other with apprehension. The defence had no evidence to protect themselves against the charges, and the head prosecutor knew that. They were going to fire every grievance they could scavenge from the two thousand-so inhabitants of Haven at the couple sitting uncomfortably next to their lawyer. The trial would be ruthless, and the judges weren’t looking forward to it.
    The head judge coughed nervously and stood up. He nodded at the man in the back of the room who then switched on an audio recorder. “The trial of Haven versus HydroGen presidents Renee Collins and Gene Collins began on February 8, 2136 at 8:27 AM. Multiple charges have been put forth, but during this trial, they will be limited to-” He stared at the defendants to make sure they were listening. “Inhumane treatment of test subjects, forcible movement of people, breaking all of Section 3a of the Araki Accords, terrorism, manslaug
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A Gift Gone Wrong
    There are some times when simpler is better. Like now.
    I mean, she would have been happy with roses or chocolates or really anything, so long as I actually put some thought into the gift, but no, I put myself out of my way to get a sapphire pendant that just so happened to be cursed. Damn it, that’s the last time I shop at Zales!
    Sadie’s happy, though. I guess she thinks that becoming amphibious is just another part of life, and that I did this on purpose. But she doesn’t know about the Society, or my Specialty, or that magic exists except for her transformation. She doesn’t know the danger she’s in, and I can’t help her. If I try to get rid of the stone, she’ll fight back, and my magic doesn’t exactly respond well to water. I can’t convince her since she likes what she’s become, and if the last six months have taught me anything, when Sadie gets an opinio
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Your Fiction is Not Fiction (part 4)
As soon as I reach my room again, my memories flood back into my brain. Were it not for my body being held in place by the book, I might have fallen out of my bed. As it it, I’m so occupied that I don’t notice anything happening around me. Not the lights turning on, not Stiltskin’s statement, not even time freezing. I'm still trying to get to grips with who I am.
    One one hand, it seems right, what these returned memories are telling me. But the snake’s hypnosis is so deeply ingrained in me that I can’t even accept basic facts of life. I might have been stuck there forever if I hadn’t remembered that Stiltskin had said something. But what had he said? Well, I suppose he can tell me himself if I agree.
    Time begins yet again, and Stiltskin transports me back to the carnival. With my body released from the story’s grip, I promptly fall the the ground, my mental faculties still going haywire. Stiltskin
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The Mewzoo (part 1 of 2)
    *Author's note: This is a story about Pokémon. If you aren't immediately familiar with the Pokémon universe/franchise, you may be confused reading the following story.*
    Lost Pokémon. Responds to the name of Sting. Reward: 200,000 Pokédollars. If interested, please come to 2556 Main Street, Pewter City on April 23rd. More information will be given upon arrival.
    Carson was getting interested. 200,000 Pokédollars. Imagine what he could do with that money! He could… he could… um, buy pokéballs? Better food? Okay, maybe he didn't have much of an imagination, but Carson knew an opportunity when he saw one. He tore the sign off the lamppost and mentally began to make plans for how to walk to Pewter City.
    Carson stepped up to the front door of 2556 Main Street after walking around the building a few times. This was the address, but the cinder-block build
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I Think, Therefore I Kill (edited)
    Christina was grinning with glee. Almost a year of work had led to this moment, and it was time to reap the rewards. Sure, there had been some complications along the way, but they had been well worth it. With the same hesitance that always comes with being the first of a kind, Christina started a timer and gingerly pressed the button that would boot up the world’s first fully sentient AI.
    She had gone to MIT for moments like this. To use and create the cutting edge of technology, not to mention having a little fun along the way. Of course, Christina was a nerd by any standards. Dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge and packing a pretty decent brain to go with it, she would’ve been a teacher’s pet if she actually cared what her professors thought of her.
    It had taken an extra bit of time to set it up, but she had made the AI in a computer completely separate from all other devices. If something we
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All Summer in a Day (Alternate Perspective)
*Author's note - This is based off of an original story by Ray Bradbury, and is not my idea. It's probably a good idea to read that first, so here's a secure PDF link: http://staff.esuhsd.org/danielle/English%20Department%20LVillage/RT/Short%20Stories/All%20Summer%20in%20a%20Day.pdf
Also, this was written by seventh grade me, so that's why it's kind of a weird writing style.*
    It was the day. The day my class would see the sun for the first time since we were two. In a sense, it would be the first time we saw it. How many people can say they can remember most everything that happened to them as an infant?
    This is how it is on Venus. For two hours, every seven years, the sun peeks its shining face on us. Except for those two hours, it is rain. Rain, constant rain. This is how it always was and always will be. The first men from Earth only had two hours to build a settlement, and then, underground tunnels. Since then, we’ve been burr
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I Think, Therefore I Kill
    Christina was almost cackling with glee. Almost a year of work had led to this moment, and it was time to reap the rewards. Sure there had been some complications along the way, but they had been well worth it. Almost afraid to do it, Christina started a timer and gingerly pressed the button that would boot up the world’s first fully sentient AI.
    She had gone to MIT for moments like this. To use and create the cutting edge of technology, not to mention having a little fun along the way. Of course, Christina was a nerd by any standards. Dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge and packing a pretty decent brain to go with it, she would be a teacher’s pet if she actually cared what her teachers thought of her.
    It had taken an extra bit of time to set it up, but she had made the AI in a computer completely separate from all other devices. If something went wrong (as something always did), she didn’t want
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OC Discussion with the Author, No. 1
Author Appeals for Ideas from his Characters about a Contest

I had to admit a bit of worry about what I was about to do. Typically, my ideas tend to just flow. Stories take a direction and I assume the role of narrator to the events, not presuming to influence too much of the direction of events.
Now, however, is a bit different. I've created a couple of stories for October contests. The one for which I haven't written, is the one which was originally issued by another creator. I feel a bit remiss in not writing anything for it.
Yet still lacking any ideas, I found myself at a loss. So, I called a meeting of my characters. It was a stretch of my artistic bounds. Like other artists, I've imagined different scenarios and even played them out in my head. Of course, not everything makes the cut. This is the first time I've ever thought of calling a meeting and having their ideas, then putting that to paper.
I gathered Scarlet, Rebecca, Eric, Percy, Captain Johns, Lance, and
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Irresistible Seduction
I stood in a hollow place. The world around me was in continuous flux. Moments of stasis would occur, until they were ruptured by chaos. Walls would surround me and then dissipate. I could see through them to the yards, cities, and oceans beyond.
Only one object remained static in this visage. A table in the center of a room would fluctuate in and out of existence. Atop it was the object. Solid and immobile, it drew my focus; begged for it.
Demanded it.
I took one step and the Earth beneath my feet shattered. But I stayed afloat. I took another. The emptiness of the aether surrounded me on all sides. Walls, cities, and oceans disappeared entirely. All that remained was me, the void, and...
- the object.
It was everything. Its frightful gravity dragged me forward like the inescapable grip of a singularity, devouring my sanity into its hungry void until nothing remained. Why couldn’t I stop? How did it have such hideous strength? All thought, all power of conscious objection
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The Legend of the Seagulls
At the end of Autumn the ground started to harden, the worms grew harder to pull, and the Difficult Time approached when so many seagulls died each year of cold and hunger.  The gulls had been following a plough and eating a hearty breakfast of fresh worms when the Angel of the Lord appeared to them. At least, he said he was the Angel of the Lord.
“Behold, I bestow a quest on all gathered here present. Who will take it from me?”
The gulls were not sure how to react. One seagull who was pulling at a particularly juicy worm was widely regarded as their leader: she turned to look at the Angel of the Lord, who appeared, as you would expect, to be a wingless bird.
The Angel of the Lord raised one leg. In his bird-foot was clutched something white. Not the nice fresh bread the gull hoped for, but a small thick piece of paper or card. It had marks on it.
“I shall leave you. Should you all achieve this quest, then a great many lives shall be saved.”
Several of the
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The Phibiemancer C 18 - Stormy Weather
Barosus looked on in horror as the madman shoved the woman down toward Leu’s powerful jaws. He had been planning to use Saver’s Seal to bind the witch hunter. Clever fiend! Barosus thought, forcing me to use my trump card against another opponent. Barosus had jumped up from his easy chair and sprinted out into the rainy night without even his jacket.
Miranda and Nel stood there stunned as the phibie burst out the front door and raced off into the darkness. The women were left mystified in the wake of his abrupt exit without any explanation other than his wide-eyed and grim visage. The wizard had felt the accident happening though his extended senses which were conjoined to the power of the ley barrier. Instantly he had known that his stalker had made his dreaded move at last.
Barosus had been on high alert ever since the deer incident, but the would-be killer had been deliberately avoiding entering the radius of the barrier’s protective circle around the
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The Broken Woman
    The beginning. You’re born, you live, you die. That is life. That is the fundamental essence of life. Just like stories: we have a beginning, a middle, and an end. It’s the middle, yes, the middle, that has the most life in it. So many tales from the middle. You only get one tale at the beginning and one tale at the end. Birth and death. That is true. I am sorry if you think otherwise.
    The middle. This is what this story is about. These stories, mostly. We will touch base on the beginnings, and dabble in the ends, but the story will mostly consist of the middles. Their middles. Their tales. Their lives.
    The end. I do hope that you will cherish the middles to prepare for this. To prepare for the end. The end of them. Never forget the middles. Do not lose them to the ends, or I’ll be disappointed. Very disappointed. You won’t like me when I’m disappointed.
    I hope you will enjoy these
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Nevermore VI
“I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect – in terror.”
 
    The rest of Andre’s day was uneventful; a typical day of work. Ernest spent most of their downtime recounting his harrowing adventure against the Void Dragon that had kept him and his D&D buddies up until four AM. Hector and Will stopped by to loiter for a bit, which Ernest didn’t mind if things were slow. They bought a little more of his favor by volunteering to buy lunch. Just another normal day at the Comic Nook that eventually came to an end.
    “Thanks for the help again today,” Ernest said as they were closing up.
    “You don’t gotta say that every day, man,” Andre told him, putting out the last of the new arrivals. “Workin’ here is awesome.”
    He cut open another box and paused. Inside was a stack of the newest Silver Surfer c
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Diary of an introvert - English
Learning languages is something most people can't avoid these days. It's at school, on the internet, even in our everyday lives. The chances are that you, my dear reader, are a person who had to learn English as their second language. After all, without it, you wouldn't be reading this. But if you really want to learn a language on a good level and you are an introvert, there is a certain part that might not be very... pleasant. Conversations. English is a great example of this. You should be able to speak English, not just read and write. That usually means practicing with teachers, classmates, or in some cases, the native speakers (which is probably the most stressful in my opinion). While I agree that it is very beneficial, it can also be quite a nightmare. Especially for people who tend to be quite shy, even when they have to speak in their native language. What I'd like to tell are a few stories about me learning to speak English the way I do today.
Back when I was younger, my fam
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Cries of the Fallen City
A shrill cry split the noon-day air as Tamir paused, glancing out over the rubble strewn landscape. He listened for a moment before he heard it again, a long high pitched wail that sent a shiver through his body. The sun was still up and it wasn't overcast, why was he hearing their calls now? Swallowing as he tried to suppress his fear he turned to his dog.
“Urd, home.”
The resting dog—a large four-legged beast of a robot—rose to its feet as its motors whirred to life and it began making its way across the broken landscape. In the distance, Tamir again heard the long shrill call and hoped that he hadn't been seen. They never strayed outside of the skyscapers during the day, there wasn't enough cover for them in the ruined landscapes surrounding the city. That one of them was calling however at this time of day frightened him and he wanted to get back home to safety before he found out why they were calling.
The steady tramping of Urd's feet as the robot made its
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Tales from Congeria: Scott and Ferra 1
Sunlight beamed down onto the endless expanse of stone, sand, and dead-looking trees that made up the Radi Desert. Far off in the west stood a massive construct of steel, thousands of square miles in size. From Axios, this country of machinery, several clouds of smoke endlessly streamed from numerous vents, and from the walls of the city, vast rivers of waste streamed outwards. The sludge cut through the desert, visibly turning the surrounding sands a greenish-brown, the surrounding plant life all but dead except for the short branchy trees, tainted the same color as the sands. These rivers of sludge continued forwards for miles and miles, until it reached lands where the sand gained more of its natural color back and the sky was back to a natural blue.
It was here the rivers would come to an abrupt end, now entering large man-made water refineries topped with numerous solar panels. Around these refineries laid hundreds of building constructed out of wood, clay, scrap, or whatever else
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Artist's nightmare #7 - Wish to live
I was wondering the lonely streets of Nordan. My body shivering from the cold and sharp wind, my eyes almost entirely shut to protect themselves from the hail flying against my face. I'd love to return to the warm inn at that moment and just get myself a drink, relax, and forget about my worries for a while, but there was no time to waste. Slowing down could mean that whoever might be coming after me would be at an advantage and I had to make sure that my death does not come by the hands of some second-rate assassin. Not to mention that my goal was so close I could reach it within a matter of minutes. Marley's mansion was in the very center of the city, right next to a fountain. Water in it was almost constantly frozen, so it was more of a sculpture, but everyone still called it a "fountain." Not even any fancy name, like: "Fountain of the great Marley", or something like that. People from Nordan were never really good with names. At least that's what I wrote as an excuse for my lazine
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Lucy Farr
I knew she would kill me in the end, he thought when, from the darkness of his front lawn, Lucy appeared with her face illuminated by an eerie green light.  As he watched, the light grew into a distinct shape: an unimaginable demon, rising behind her and stretching to the full height of his garage wall.  She took a step towards him, grinning maniacally, and he was gripped with terror before he even saw her fangs.
'Devil's child!' he screamed, extending a shaking finger towards her.
'You were right all along, Uncle David,' she said through that hideous grin, her voice thick and distorted.  'But they wouldn't listen, would they?  And now...'
'What?' said David, his voice getting shriller by the moment.  'For God's sake, tell me!  What are you going to do?'
'What am I going to do...?' said Lucy, her speech slow and deliberate as the air was suddenly filled with the voices of a thousand devils.
'Mercy!' cried David.  'I beg you!'
Lucy threw back he
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I write and can't really draw. Critique me all you want; it helps me get better. If you have any questions about the world my stories are set in, just ask. I have a lot of details about each that don't actually make it in the story. I only submit on Sundays because I started doing that by accident and just decided that I would keep doing that as a real thing.

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    The hut laid on the edge of the kelp forest. At least, that's what the flyer said. Silver still wasn't able to find the shack after half an hour of searching, and neither could the other young Aqrion hovering on the forest’s southern border. Some had been scared away by the crowd, and an even greater amount had left for bluer waters as it became increasingly clear that the hut probably didn’t exist.

    Silver was on the edge of leaving himself when he noticed a few bubbles rising from an odd rock pile on top of a hill. Curious, he watched and waited, and sure enough, the bubbles came back. He glanced around to check if anyone else was watching and swam up to the rocks. There was a hole down the center, and if he looked carefully, he could see a light at the end.

    Smiling, Silver into the kelp forest and searched the hill for an entrance. And there it was, a hole with the same light flickering on its walls. He drifted in with a smile on his face, sure he was the first to discover the door.

    Inside were six other Aqrion. No, actually, it was seven. The Ancient Aqrion mentioned in the flyer was momentarily hidden behind a bookshelf awkwardly positioned in the middle of the room in order to hide, to no great effect, the pile of rolled parchment the grey speckled Ancient was picking through.

    “Aha!” The Ancient held up a scroll triumphantly and handed it to one of the other Aqrion when he realized there was more than one waiting. “Um… Well, congratulations to you all on finding your way here… Um… Well, er, here's a scroll for the rest of you, I guess.” He drifted back over to the pile and grabbed six scrolls at random and handed them to the ones who hadn't received one yet.

    One of the would-be searchers looked quizzically at their scroll. “How'd you get the kelp to be white?”

    “Why, it’s albino kelp! Very rare. I’ve only found three of the plants, so I collected their fronds before they died.”

    “And you found enough to make all this?” One, then three Aqrion peered around the bookcase. “Seems like a lot for just three plants…”

    “Why, didn’t you know? Just one kelp can have nearly fifty leaves, and…”

    Silver felt his scroll. It didn’t feel like kelp. It felt… brittle? Perturbed, he slowly opened it up. Flecks of white floated away to expose tiny patches of green. “Um, is albino kelp green underneath?”

    The Ancient peered at the map, which actually looked like a hatchling’s vomit. “Oh, I’m sorry about that! Here, let’s give you a new one.” Silver felt very confused. All of the Aqrion swarming the forest, the Ancient’s confusion at finding more than one searcher waiting in his house, the strange scrolls, not to mention that the maps were very poorly made. It all felt extremely odd.

    “And what are we searching for again?” An Aqrion had opened her scroll and peered at it intently as if she were searching for meaning in the meaningless scribbles the Ancient called a map.

    “The Horn of Gallakron. Oh, I remember when I was told the stories about him. He was a legendary fighter and leader. Once, at the edge of this very forest, he held back fifty striker eels all on his own, can you imagine that! He had all of his armor enchanted, but all it was destroyed in the Great Battle except for his helm.”

    “Wasn’t the Great Battle near Piridon? How’d the helm end up in a kelp forest?”

    “It… ummmm… er, I… don’t know? Magic? Why are all of you asking all these questions?”

    “Oh, you know, we’re just naturally curious.”

    “Uh… al-alright then. Well, you all should probably be going on your way, then. Go on, scat!”

    A yellow bubble of pure energy appeared around each searcher and carried them out through the door, releasing them only when they were a good distance into the kelp forest.

    One Aqrion threw her scroll to the ground in disgust. “This is all so fake. I can't believe I fell for this. Hope you all have a fun time searching for a stupid old hat!”

    She wandered off, and pretty soon, a horde of Aqrion were flooding through the entrance to the Ancient’s hideaway Silver slowly whistled and nodded to the others. “He had coming to him, don't you think?”

    The others grunted their affirmation and floated away to where they assumed their maps were leading them. One stopped and turned back towards Silver. “Why do you look like a ghost?”

    He smiled a big, toothy smile, doing his best to look crazy. “Maybe I am…”

    The other searcher shuddered and quickly disappeared back into the kelp. Silver heaved a deep breath out. Good. Now, let's see where this map leads me...


The Beginning of the Most Anticlimactic Quest Ever
Woo, another Aqrion story! Here we are with an Aqrion I have that also looks like a ghost because that is how he was drawn. Also, I don't really know where this came from, but I just got the idea to make the quest into a highly commercialized venture and make it absolutely ridiculous.
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    One day, eight individuals left the Planet and, against the warnings of the Government, entered the Tunnels. Their reasons for leaving were, and with the exception of the Angel, still are unknown. The population not being very large, the disappearance caused a noticeable dip in the amount of tax revenue coming in. The Government quickly labeled the missing people as fugitives, then backtracked when they realized they weren't supposed to acknowledge the existence of the Tunnels.

    But after three months of search parties assembled and dismantled by the Government, unable to decide if they should admit to the Tunnels’ presence, all hope of seeing the “fugitives” again disappeared. This was around the time that it was discovered that the Child, one of the ones who entered the Tunnels, had illegally smuggled in (said the Government) both the Lizard and the Rabbit. The reason both had attained Capital Status was that they both were the last females of their species and also that they were now fugitives, having stepped foot in the Tunnels.

    The former had caused the rabbit population to swiftly plummet, forcing the Government to retract the death penalty they had imposed on all who entered the Tunnels in the hope of finding the Rabbit and stabilizing the population of the now-endangered species. This turned out of be very lucky for the Angel, whose saga will be told in due time. Needless to say, the Soldier would have shot him on the spot had the law still been in place.

    Of course, being fugitives, there had to be some punishment for them. It didn't matter that they didn't go in of their own free will; the Government had to save face somehow. So they decided to seize all their assets. Because animals don't have any property or belongings, this was deemed to be a satisfactory response to the crisis by the Government.

    One year and two months after the eight people and two animals entered the Tunnels, a very certain alarm triggered in the Sheriff's office. Being Government-sponsored, he immediately contacted the President. Thankfully for the Government, a new president ha been voted in. So this time, instead of immediately announcing that a citizen of the Planet had been detected in the Tunnels like the Former President would, the President simply kept the information out of public domain and dispatched the Soldier to go to where the discrepancy was detected and bring back any “fugitives” found. Having attained Capital Status, it was rather hard to explain his disappearance, especially when that disappearance turned out to be permanent and most people saw their taxes go up anywhere from two to ten percent, but the Government managed.

    The matter was eventually forgotten again, and the extinction of rabbits was deemed to be of natural causes. Having a longer lifespan, the Lizard population took longer to decrease to the point of horrible, horrible mutations occuring every five seconds (the Biologist has yet to get back to me on this point), but that will be discussed later. That was until the Angel, Replicator, Child, and Rabbit made a sudden reappearance. Since the Soldier had taken the Gun with him, the Government decided they would have themselves a nice public lynching before they realized they couldn't. So they did the next best thing.

    They kidnapped the “dangerous fugitives” and tortured them until they told them what happened.

    This was actually completely unnecessary, as three of the fugitives were quite happy to talk about their time in the Tunnels, including the Rabbit, who suddenly found it could talk. The Duplicator, who was the only one who refused to talk, had made sure that he had several clones in hiding around the Planet before biting a cyanide pill. The Angel’s confession was the most comprehensive, and since after his release he immediately gave the same story to the Reporter, the Government released their interview of him, which will be given here.

    “I don’t know why I went into the Tunnels in the first place. Actually, yes I do. The Runner headed off there on her own, so I followed her in to make sure she was okay, but you didn’t hear that from me.”

    Hmm, maybe it wasn’t exactly the same story. Oh well, let’s continue.

    “Well, I got lost- er, that is, I very strategically headed down a tunnel that hadn’t been explored yet so the Runner would be forced to meet up with me, but I had no idea that the forces of insanity were already acting upon her. She was oddly condescending and rude to me, despite my status and looks, and wandered off to a different tunnel to keep ‘exploring.’

    “She kept exploring for the next few months. It might have even been a year! Time is pretty weird in the Tunnels. Anyways, I confronted her about going back home, and found that she had gone completely insane. I mean, off the walls bonkers. She told me, ‘Why does everyone already want to go home?’ It had probably already been a year, and here she was, thinking it had only been few weeks or something. I knew she was beyond help, so I started gathering up the rest of the brats- I'm sorry, that didn't come out correctly. I meant fellow travelers. Yes, I started finding and bringing together my fellow wanderers so we could come back to the Planet.

    “The Skater had also fallen into insanity. He said it was just too fun to go home yet. From my earlier encounters with him, I knew he wasn't going to budge from that position. The Student started babbling when I confronted him, clearly delirious from staring into the void too much. The Gentleman almost came, but he must have been distracted by one of those triangle things floating around the Tunnels. Just one more danger in there that'll drive you mad.

    “That left the Duplicator, his son, and the Pastafarian. All decided to head home. However, the Planet had moved from the start of the Tunnels, so we had to search new sections to get back. Along the way, the Child’s balloon popped, so I had to go searching through the Box Storage Area for a new one. Too much hassle, I tell you. That kid is super needy. How does his father put up with him?

    “While I was in there, I found some mechanical parts in a few boxes. Being an engineer, I was able to build them into a small rocket. After that, we waited. The Pastafarian got tired of waiting and eventually left, I think.

    “Eventually, the Planet came back around, and we got in our rocket and came here, although not without a few dings from meteors and my growing an extra pair of wings from radiation. So now here we are.

    “Oh, and we picked up the Rabbit somewhere along the way. Just FYI.”

    The government didn't quite know what to make of his confession, since it appeared that several fugitives had lost all glimmer of sanity, those who had entered clearly knew about the power cells and those who had remained in there would eventually realize how to exploit them, and with no mention of the Lizard, it was uncertain if the species could ever be saved.

    The matter was the only thing the Reporter wrote about for a few weeks, but eventually he dropped the subject and the Tunnels and the drama behind them faded into a distant memory, where we find ourselves today. The Lizard population, through some nifty evolution, turned into velociraptors in order to switch some males into females. After they ate a few people, the Government quickly killed them all with no remorse. Because they lacked a gun, the raptors were killed at the gallows.

    As of this moment, the Runner, the Skater, the Gentleman, the Student, the Pastafarian, the Lizard, and the Soldier are simultaneously presumed missing in action, insane, and dead.


    This report was prepared for the Library Annals by the Historian. It has been certified to be 23% accurate, which is enough to assume everything is fact. Discussion of this paper will result in banishment to the Tunnels, which of course do not exist.

The Aftermath
This is... Sweating a little... A Run 3 fan fiction. Yes, yes, it's an actual platformer game with actual lore that now has an actual fan fiction written about it. If you are confused, it's a free game on the public domain. Play it, and a lot of this will make a lot more sense.
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    The trip was supposed to be the easy part of the quest. But the entire time, the party had been harassed by orcs, dryads, centaurs, bandits, turtleoids, hell, even the wind was trying to kill them!

    The end result was two deaths and one undeath due to the group’s cleric receiving a broken arm and leg. The arm just so happened to be the cleric’s dominant arm, so she couldn't cast any more spells and heal her leg. It was at that moment that they were ambushed by a massive pack of undead. Having a broken leg, the cleric had no way of quickly getting away, and the only person they had that was strong enough to lift her had died from a snakebite a few days ago.

    So it was with heavy hearts that the party left her behind to be killed and reanimated as one of the undead. It was in this state, discouraged, weakened, and missing three of their friends, that the group finally stood at the entrance to the dragon’s lair.

    “Well,” their last remaining knight said, “We've done our best so far. Let's give it our all in there as well. With any luck, there’ll be a talisman that can resurrect our fallen. Now, let’s go!”

    The party gave a war cry and majestically charged into the cavern where they were immediately and unceremoniously eaten by the dragon.

The End of the Journey
Why do fantasy quests always end up with an epic battle against their final foe with no consideration as to how absolutely overpowered that enemy is? Moreover, why are deaths in RPG games only temporary?

Written for www.deviantart.com/da-writing-… and while the prompt isn't  stated word for word, I feel this story accurately captures the feeling of the prompt.
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    Ken loved Les Miserables. But he didn't quite mean this when he told that to the genie.

    Bullets whistled around him as he huddled against the barricade, a rifle awkwardly carried in his hands. Someone was yelling at him to use it, but all he could think about was how to get out of there. Hopefully, when the battle was over, he could escape through the sewers and-

    Something pierced his back, and Ken fell to the ground, oddly wanting to laugh. It was funny, actually. He couldn't feel any pain, none at all. All he could feel was...

The Second Battle of the Barricade
This isn't flash fiction, it's blitz fiction. 

Anyways, this is for this contest: 
www.deviantart.com/ladylincoln…
and my word count is 99, just under the 100 word limit. 

If you didn't realize it from the title, this is the battle where the barricade fell. And if you don't know what I'm talking about because you don't know what Les Miserables is, that is a very serious problem you need to fix now. 
Book > play > movie
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    ...April 22, 4:23 PM, which was fifty-seven minutes after I had received my diploma from the university. I was walking down North Cedar Street when I saw someone I had never seen before. Now, you have to realize that this doesn’t just happen. If it was a young child, I would have understood it to be a homeschooled kid in City District 8 and simply archived the face in my memory, but this was a girl in her late teenage years. Someone who I most certainly would have seen during my two years at the high school. Confused but not yet unsettled, I kept walking and pinned the occurrence on the incredibly unlikely circumstance that this someone had avoided my notice for the past twelve years.

    I went further down the street towards the library when I saw this same girl reflected through the metal of a lamppost, now directly behind me. Coincidence? Possibly. After all, someone walking behind you that you've never seen before, even when you remember the face of everyone who's been in your line of sight, is hardly an impossible event. But even as I walked up the marble steps of the library, she had matched my steps stride for stride.

    Into the library I went, her following me all the way into the theoretical physics section. As I picked out textbooks and rearranged the ones librarians had misplaced, she moved into the aisle across from me, pretended to be interested in the books, then flicked a card into my face. I dodged easily and pretended it didn't happen, but that last part was because I had caught a glimpse of what was written on it: don't with a capital D and roGen. Intrigued, I glanced at the card when I went to pick up my books. It had thankfully fallen word-side up so I didn't have to touch it and acknowledge that I had noticed it.

    On it was Don't join HydroGen.

    I checked out the books, placed them in my backpack, careful not to crease or crinkle the diploma in the neighboring pocket, and walked home. The girl had been delayed for a few minutes by having to pick up the card in a discreet manner, but she caught up eventually and made sure that I saw her. My mind had been thinking about the card this whole time. The message had been a warning, but about what? What about HydroGen had prompted the message? There wasn’t anything about the scientific mega-corporation that seemed to be a deal breaker for prospective employees. Was it about joining a different company that wanted to hire me? If that was the case, she would have had the name on the card. And who was she? I just needed more information before I could come to a conclusion, really.

    I palmed the front door and went upstairs to my room, thinking I was finally safe from the girl that had been following me. I had just put down my backpack by my desk when there was a knocking on my door.

    How did she get in?

    I opened the door and let her enter. She tried to pass me another card, but I deflected it and closed the door. The first round of questions began.

    “Who are you and why haven’t I seen you before? And how did you even get in the house?”

    She took a black disk approximately two inches in diameter out of her pocket. “Skeleton key. It temporarily overrides the system without setting off the alarms. Pretty neat, huh?” She slipped it back into her pocket.

    “Skeleton keys are theoretically impossible.”

    “You'd be surprised by the number of things people called impossible and were still made.”

    There was a small pause before I spoke. “Fair point, but who are you?”

    She looked down at herself, then looked up. “I'm pretty sure I'm human.”

    “Name, please.”

    “You don't need to know that yet.”

    She was free to show me a physically impossible item, but wouldn't say her name? Things just got a lot stranger than they already were. “Where do you live?”

    She pointed straight down. I was tempted to ask again when I realized that made perfect sense. She clearly didn't live in my house, and her clothes, while a little grimy, were too clean for the sewers. So she was telling me she lived in an underground bunker. There were at least three that I knew of, but those were all museums dedicated to World War Four. They were, however, museums that no one went to. Perfect for the homeless population to secretly hide out in and never encounter anyone above ground. She didn't look homeless, but she had been hiding from the elements underground, so I gave the idea a 39.2 percent probability.

    The last three problems I had ignored until that point were how she knew who I was, how she had gotten access to a printer for the card, and how in the world she had gotten a skeleton key. That last one seemed to kill the hypothesis, but that was a question that would be answered later.

    “So you’re homeless?”

    She rolled her eyes and sighed. “I would have expected you of all people to realize there are more than three bunkers.” She’d been expecting the question, then, and certainly living in a bunker of some sorts. “We should leave now. There’s not much time left before your parents get home.”

    “Leave for where? You could be a bit more specific when you tell me things.”

    She smiles in a condescending way that assures me that I’m not about to get any answers anytime soon. “Here’s the deal. You follow me, and I’ll tell you what you need to know. No side questions, no bathroom breaks, just a quick trip from point A to point B.”

    “What about a trip from point B to point A?”

    “Absolutely not.”

    “But you haven’t even given me a reason to go to point B. I have no motivation to go with you to wherever this place is, unless you can persuade me otherwise.”

    “Okay, okay, how about this. Do you know what your parents do?”

    “They're currently working on curing genetic diseases for cheaper, if that's what you're wondering.”

    “Not quite. They've got a massive project behind the scenes, and you're a key part in it. Let's say you go work for HydroGen. The world is going to fall apart in a few weeks. You stay here and don’t work for them, you’ll postpone it by months, maybe a year, but everything goes to hell anyways. And then there’s the option of you coming with me, and if you’re cooperative, the world will stay normal and everybody lives life happily ever after, the end, blah, blah blah. Point is, there are two scenarios that no one wants to happen except HydroGen, and one with a hippy happy ending where horrible, horrible things never happen. You in?”

    I open my mouth to respond when both of our heads whip in the direction of the door. A door had just slammed and two people were trying to excitedly whisper while coming up the stairs. I don't even look at her while I hurriedly pull a book out of my backpack and open it to the section about knot theory and its applications in quantum entanglement. “Closet, now.”

    She dives inside a full four seconds before my parents open the door. In their hands is a cake with a sugary graduation cap and diploma below the word Congratulations! written in yellow frosting, the same word both of them are shrieking. I sighed and swiveled my chair around to face them.

    “So now you two suddenly care about my life?”

    That immediately put a damper on their mood, but my mom does her best to dodge the issue. “Well, you know, your graduation was a big event in your life, um, and-”

    “And my unification of the Standard Model and gravity wasn't a big event? My dissertation on why distinctive racial traits still exist after all this time? Honestly, there were far more important events in my life that you could have celebrated, and yet you only take this time to make sure I don’t run off and get a job as a plumber.”

    Their faces took on horrified expressions, but I roll my eyes and assure them that I was under no conditions going to get a menial labor job. I then ushered them downstairs to calm them down and yes, I was going to accept the position at HydroGen and you know what, I was too full for cake but they could dig in while did some more reading. I went back upstairs to see the interior window locks had been opened and a card had been put on the textbook. I checked the closet to make sure the girl had left before looking at the card. This one was handwritten this time, not printed. It read:

    You absolute IDIOT!!!

The Genome Swap Chapter 1
I have a confession to make. I'm not going to be able to finish NaNoWriMo. Yeah, I joined it. But my life is too busy and I'm not yet good enough at writing 1000+ words in one day to hit the November 30th deadline. I'll still write as much as I can without destroying my life, but 50,000 words is sadly out of reach at the moment. 
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You have probably given me a bunch of favs since I last thanked you.  I hate to be redundant, but I also don't want you to think I don't appreciate each and every one of them.  Your support really does mean a ton to me.  Thank you so much for being such a consistent encouragement to me!.  You rock!
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A slightly belated thank you for :+fav: on Legend of the Seagulls! i haven't had that many notifications in one day before :D
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Thank you for the llama! I sent you one in return.
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Thanks for the fave.

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FirstNameICanThinkOf Featured By Owner 3 days ago
Thank you for the read! Were the shrikes just regular birds and Tamir was getting psyched out for nothing, or did something happen to make them very, very dangerous?
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I leave that open to the reader's interpretation as to whether they were simple birds with an eerie call or something more ominous.
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