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Death of a Vintner
It was a terrible waste of wine, but it was a fitting way to go. The deceased probably would have agreed. He had been a great vigneron.
It was harvest time, when the L'Hernault family often gathered at the Chateau de Roselle in Provins. Isabeau and her husband Estienne had traveled from their Parisian home bearing gifts, selected from the very wares they sold. Estienne, with an array of spices and exotic foodstuffs. Isabeau, a chest bursting with her best linens and silks.
“Remember,” her husband warned. “Never let yourself be alone with Father. Especially when he has had his wine.”
Isabeau nodded, recalling her previous few visits to the chateau. Jacquelin L'Hernault, the patriarch of the family, had leered at her more than once in a drunken haze. He had only approved of his son marrying a female merchant because of her sizable dowry. She also recalled the story about an unfortunate maid who was formerly employed there. Servants were very talkative when they th
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Kiss Me, I'm Modified
Luoxuan “Helix” Fang is trying to enjoy himself. And somehow, he's succeeding.
Leaning against a wall in the swankiest hotel in Taipei, champagne flute in hand, he watches the big wigs rubbing shoulders together. A holographic banner looms over the stage: BioSynGen Awards Ceremony. The letters have a Mandarin translation underneath.
To his left is one of the leading scientists in medical research. To his right, a couple who won a Nobel Peace Prize last year. Far in front of him, that woman wrote three books on the ethics of bio-genetics.
Suzette Ruan, his not-quite girlfriend, stands next to him with a plate of dim sum and a pair of red chopsticks. Tonight, she's looking very lovely (not unusual) in a black cheongsam dress with polka dot trimming. And she's wearing perfume too, which is a shame. She smells nice enough all on her own.
Suddenly, Suzette pokes his arm and whispers in hushed excitement. “Look, look! It's Hsui Liang!”
Helix turns and sees a woman pas
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The Meeting
Samira Wong walked into the Gray Moon Teahouse, hands deep in her velvet pockets. Her maid followed after her in a business-like trot. She pulled back the hood of her coat and finger-combed her carroty red hair.
It was time to keep her appointment.
The maid was seated at a table, where a waitress would serve her tea while she waited. The hostess led Samira to a private room, where she came face to face with Madame Xun, the elderly proprietor of the establishment. Her lips curled into a smile sharper than a knife.
They exchanged a courtesy kiss on both cheeks and sat down at the table. Samira shrugged off her coat.
“I'm surprised you decided to do this for free,” Samira began. Madame Xun's services were often expensive.
“I was fond of Elsa,” the Madame replied. “She was one of my best patrons. It never set right with me. What happened to her. How easily it was swept under the rug.”
Samira nodded grimly. She had only been a child when Aunt Elsa was mur
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Greedy Ducks...
Two waddling ducks,
scavenging on the cold streets,
Their bellies engorged.
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Stormy Sonata
Rain -- ever flowing.
An endless sheet of music.
Thunder-- a tenor.
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Keep Moving...
The cold nips my skin
as I journey bundled up.
It will not stop me. 
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Literature
In a World of Their Own
Rozabela keeps having dream about him.
A man she's never met, only knowing him in her dreams. Often seeking his council. Sometimes kissing him. Always sampling the feel of his skin.
But she doesn't know his warmth.
Fake. It's all fake, she tells herself. She wakes to mornings of empty longing.
Yet... it's all hers.
And there's a harpsichord. There's always a harpsichord.
Tomorrow night, the city of Glorinda will have its ruby jubilee. It's been celebrating all week long, citizens of other cities flocking to join.
Many years ago, Nature turned on civilization, sweeping the old order of things away. Countless lives lost. Governments collapsed. Countries encased in ice. Islands swallowed by the sea.
The outside world is broken.
But through the efforts and foresight of the Marquardt Foundation, life goes on. Grand city-states sprouted under its care, little pockets of society. Glorinda is the crowning jewel. As CEO, Papa Marquar
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Just Another Day In Alpein
   
   
Blackburn Forest Park is abuzz with cops. The camera flashes against the victim's face. In a clearing, on the banks of Lake Ansley, the crime investigation unit were at work. The victim is hanging by his arms, which are spread wide like a bird and tied against thick branches. Two of them are up on ladders, tasked with removing the body from the willow tree. His shirt's open—the perp actually took the time to unbutton it—and he's been slit from navel to chest. By the agonized look on his face, he'd been alive to feel it.
Detective Verity Snell sips on a cheap cup of coffee, examining the murder scene from within. She smells a familiar stink, distinct from the body's waste. Her younger partner, a scruffy brunette named Brent Darnell, stoops down to change his perspective on the corpse.
The park keeper stands far off, turning his back on the scene.
“Our perp's a genuine sicko,” Snell comments. “And whoever they are, they've got qui
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Can You Hear It?
   
He's alone.
He's ten years old again, and he's alone. He's looking for his mother. He wanders through a long corridor, doors on both sides.
“M-mum? Mum?”
His legs tremble at every step. He doesn't know how long he's been searching.
He can smell... it... in the distance. It stinks like burning incense and charred meat. He can hear its growling and snarling echoing in the hall.
Oh it's close. So very close.
A bell chimes, jingling to a melody. It's a small, quiet sound. And yet, it resonates so clearly to his ears.
The world is... empty. Dark and dull. A tinge of gray mixed into every shade and hue. A low, disembodied growl rumbles at his back. He goes rigid and turns around.
The wall of pure darkness is right in front of him. Consuming the path he has walked. Solid yet infinite. He swallows in terror. Something lurks in the darkness. That smell—that wonderful, awful smell
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Requiem for a Chocolate Smores Donut
OH THANK YOU GOD, LORD HAVE MERCY.
Have you ever had those moments in time where you don't believe that something could possibly exist?
I woke up this morning in the back of the car while my grandmother was working at the food bank at a local church. The car was getting hot, I was drinking barely cool water, I poked my head into the front seat to turn on the car and let down the windows... and lo and behold, there sat a box of donuts. Lovely, sweet, heart-stopping (almost literally so) rings of sugary goodness (some were jelly filled, I think, but that's beside the point). Some nice lady gave them to the volunteers as a gift. 
It had been sitting in the heat. The icing was being to melt just a bit. I was hungry. And there, sitting in the corner of the box was a chocolate smores donut. Yes, a chocolate donut... with chocolate icing and vanilla streaks... with marsh-mellows... and pieces of graham cracker. It was love at first sight.
There was a light hint of coffee flavor (or maybe
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Cyber Black: Titans 7 - Chapter 12
Bait and Switch: Slipping Through the Cracks
The last thing Nemera wanted to hear was a lack of response from Team Four. One of the team members had shouted something about an unknown shooter, not the police, and then... silence.
Team Three was still on the move, but the odds were looking grim.
And now, the bug outbreak was commencing in Valonia.
Time was ticking. She needed to make the call... and fast.
Her cell phone vibrated in her pocket, and she glanced at the caller. Douglas Larkin. She swallowed, walked towards the side entrance, and took the call. Winston watched her as she went. Their eyes met briefly.
“What's going on?” Douglas demanded of her.
Nemera heard the door shut behind her and cleared her throat. “It's gone south.”
“South?”
"Three out of four of our teams have been taken out. Two of them by an unidentified hacker. The third was attacked by an unknown shooter. We're assuming that they've been captured or…"
"We've been h
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Cyber Black: Titans 7 - Chapter 11
   
A Terrorist of Yours Is A Friend of Mine

Mel Fremont had no idea what was going on. He had been patrolling the area on his rented motorbike, and there was no sign of any bug outbreak. Not yet. And yet out of nowhere, a gray station wagon appeared on the street and pulled up alongside him. The front passenger rolled down her window and called him by name.
“Mister Fremont?” she called out. She winked and signaled for him to pull over.
“Blumstein?” He recognized her face. She was a key member in the Wilhelmina's weapons development program. He stopped the bike smoothly, and the car made a gentle brake turn in front of him. What was she doing in Valonia at a time like this?
Riko Blumstein popped her door open and swung out her shapely legs before hopping onto the street. She adjusted the thin framed glasses on her face and sighed tiredly. Contrasting the vehicle she road in, she wore a plain brown suit and a pair of black low heels. It struck h
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U watch me? Y u watchme? I watch u bak for such impudence

My gosh, the grammar Nazi in me just wants to edit those sentences so much...
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