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I. Central State Hospital   It was warm the night we chose to take a walk down to Draper's Cabin. I remember it was a strange sort of evening in the late fall. The leaves were curiously still thick on the trees and the moon hung slightly less than it's full, pregnant glory. It was temperate for that time of year and the combined scent of the autumn maple and unseasonable warmth pushed the lot of us into fits of youthful wonder-lust. If we knew what we would find there would it have made us think twice about our trek? Woefully, knowing our young natures and folly I dread it would not. Perhaps I should first speak a touch about myself. My na...

ROLLING SIX ONES - A story by Robert John Frazer , based on a concept by Jessica Ruth Padkin-Taylor .Advantis Fox, Gary Phobos, Fender, H.R.H. Princess Silenys, and Vander the Rabbit are all the copyrighted property of Jessica Ruth Padkin-Taylor . "O, once in each man's life, at least, Good luck knocks at his door; And wit to seize the flitting guest Need never hunger more. But while the loitering idler waits Good luck beside his fire, The bold heart storms at fortune's gates, And conquers its desire." - Lewis J. Bates, Good Luck The oft-romanticised existence of the interstellar trader can be partitioned into two schools of practice:...

     April 13th, 9:02 am     Tokyo District Court, Courtroom No. 2      ---Music:  High Pressure (Persona 5) ---    The Judge tries to pull everyone back into the trial with quite a few gavel strikes. "Miss Yashin, what have you been thinking withholding such a crucial piece of evidence?!"     "I wanted to leave nothing uncertain by giving the defense ample opportunity to try and prove me wrong. And, I'll be honest, you almost had me by establishing that the murder could have happened on a different floor. I was even starting to think that this Mask☆DeMasque character may have had something to do with the murder. But, even if the location ...

Le monde était derrière moi, toi tu étais devant Hier j’ai fait un rêve, un rêve idiot. Yesterday I have made a dream I was presidentAu bal des éléphants les souris n’ont pas de cartons d’invitationLe bleu fléché du ciel, d’hirondelles au retour Camel et Texas, goudron de mon amourJe ne suis pas un monstre, ce sont les enfants qui les créent Les monstres n’existent plus qu’à la lumière de nos penséesAu bal des éléphants c’est marqué en lettres de sang Défense d’entrée, cimetière en constructionDis maman, tu m’aimes toujours C’est toi qui me parles, c’est pour toi mes discoursHier j’ai fait un rêve, il était trop grand pour moi Hitler m’au...

"Ring around the rosy, pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes, we all fall down!"The night air seemed to defy all means of oxygen. Sunlight was almost gone from this world, figuratively of course. Peace seemed to no longer be part of the equation. The United States of America had lost all humanity, smothered by plagues, ripped at the seams by civil war.  The only true remaining power was England, and the only reason, was due to a powerful… creature's need for a home and people to command. England had been lucky, yet so unlucky. The Red Plague had swept across the world like a dreadful tempest. The disease was marked by very high fevers, boils...

Born to minor nobility, I spent the first years of my life in a carefree environment growing up on one of my father's wine estates in the district of Reymers, famous for its rosé wines and ports. Cradled in the valley of Patrice and enclosed by the frowning folds of the Winterberg, it enjoyed summers where the heat ripened fruit in a shimmering haze and winters where snow fell as low as the rocky plateau above the slopes where the pine plantations marched in neat, regimented rows.It was a good, prosperous estate, one of the three that my father managed for Lord Olckers, our duke. Peculiar for a nobleman, my father had the earth in his bloo...

    Around the time Cristine and Erik were enjoying their meals, Carlotta was in a huge frenzy.      She was in her dressing room, diving into all of her clothes, from her closet, to her dresser, making a huge mess, with clothes all over the floor.     The managers were with her however, they seemed to be in quite a bad mood.      They both seemed to have lacked sleep, due to the recent disturbance of the fangirls. This was the first time they actually heard the phantom in person.     Ever since they took charge of the Opera a few days ago, they were always bombarded with many notes that the phantom has sent them.      The notes spoke of h...

When one gains the power to change the world, he is often said to be "fulfilling his destiny." This is one of our society's great oxymorons -- for how can a foregone event be said to be "fulfilled?"If an inexorable force drives every step you take and every wayward element that crosses your path, then you are no longer a creature of passion but a cold machine. A divine clockwork with no other function but to bear the burden of time. What good is a hero if his courage, his strength, and his nobility are nothing but fiction, written by the hand of Providence in the book of time? ░░░░░░░  /   \  ░░░░░░░ ░░░░░░  | ___ |  ░░░░░░ ░░░  ___/\ _ /\...

I gasped in astonishment as my teacher’s hair went up in flames. What the hell? How the heck did that happen? I mean, I know how. Electrons had started vibrating faster and faster and causing greater friction and increasing temperature until finally, poof! Fire. Fire has to have three components, though: oxygen, which there was plenty of; fuel (Mrs. Pearl’s impressive beehive, slicked down with what looked suspiciously like Crisco, served just perfectly); and, finally, heat. This last one was ponderously and most decidedly lacking, the principal reason being that Mrs. Pearl keeps her “Cell Block of Grammatical and Literary Matriculation” (...

#1The weapon held was a single bladed and double edged broadsword, with a long, ornate sort of crossguard. The blade was slender and straight, so that when she swung it, the sword itself sang. A narrow blood channel ran the length of the weapon. The metal from which all of the parts appeared to be carved rather than forged was a very light, sturdy alloy, something that would bend but not break. The crossguard bore intricate Celtic knots at the ends, with swirly vines that could only honestly be described as 'pretty' danced around, circling the crossguard and the top of the hilt, all in tarnished silver. Her hands were small and the hand-an...

Maintenant Quand l'abus a trop mattraqué de ses pantins, Le pollueur imbu ignoré de ses patins. Quand le parleur imberbe ment trop de ses potins, Il serait temps de lâcher le rôle de la putain,Quand il ne reste plus que l'espoir, Venu le temps des drapeaux noirs. Haut les mains, c'est votre destin, prenez-le ! Haut les coeurs, c'est votre vie, défendez-la !Allez-vous attendre d'être au sol avant de vous lever ? Un coup prosterné il est bien difficile de s'exprimer, Il est mal aisé d'être en liberté, Mal aisé de protester même en toute légitimité.La révolution ce n'est pas qu'une question Qu'une vulgaire pastiche de rébellion, La Révolution...

I woke up in the morning, completely refreshed and feeling great. I slid out of bed and rose my arms above my head to get them awake and ready for the day then I went and drew the curtains so that light was coming into the room. Alice's eyes fluttered open and she squeezed them shut again. "Come on Alice, get up," I said, shaking her a little, the tables' had turned; she normally was the one to wake me up first. "Someone's a little eager for the king's arrival," Alice teased as she slowly got out of bed and went to the mirror to take off her night cap and brush out her hair. I untied mine as well. "Should I not be?" I asked her with a look...

"The lead of our show, Bal Masque, shall be performed by the one and only Clarisse Glisse, daughter of the brilliant retired ballerina and current head instructor and choreographer at the Pietra-Galla and Marlete Académie of Ballet, Madame Andrea Glisse. I have no doubt she will make her mother proud." Applause filled the room and a girl, no older than seventeen or eighteen rose to receive the ovation. Her skin was as pale as buttermilk and her hair was a cascade of pure spring sunlight down her back. How could such a simple, inexperienced wench steal my spot in the limelight? Could anyone with even a hint of want outshine my obsessive des...

Full Title:   Nurturing an Abused Inner Child in 4 Easy Steps Fandom: Real Ghostbusters Type: Gen Note:   All sections after the first three take place on a different day over the span of a month. Quiet settled over the converted firehouse. A secret meeting of all Ghostbusters staff was gathered in the main rec room while founding member Peter Venkman was away for the evening at a psychology lecture. Their absent member was the subject of discussion for the tiny four person (and one ghost) meeting. Talk of concern over their teammate's recent well being was the topic. The date was drawing near to the brunet's birthday and the psycho...

“…the agony of my soul found vent in one loud, long and final scream of despair.”       All at once, everything started moving again.     The murmur of the party-goers got louder.     Feeling was starting to return to his limbs.     White-hot pain seared out of his chest.     He tried to bite back on the scream that was building inside of him, fearing that it might hurt even more to let it out, but he just couldn’t hold it back.     “ YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARHhhhhhhh… !”     His audible anguish slowly choked out as he ran out of oxygen. The vines had punched through part of his trachea and right lung, severely limiting his ability to brea...

“It was a disaster!” Jezebel fumed, pacing up and down as she recounted her encounter with Masque to co-conspirators.  Marianna and the newly recruited Tallulah Red watched silently, letting the sorceress vent her frustration.  Raven was still off recruiting, a job she was proving particularly adept at, while her minions continued their look out duties to warn about approaching guards.  “She is completely gone!  Even if she did calm down, she would be too unpredictable for us to trust.  I cannot believe it, my once chance for freedom is in ruin!”“There will be other chances,” Marianna said, growing impatient with Jezebel’s tantrum.  “We ar...

"...So, how's things at SHIELD?""Secret? I don't know if you realize, but one of the major parts of a spy agency is that its agents don't go blabbing to friends.""Right, right...so how are things there?"Rolling her eyes, Bobbi Morse, AKA Mockingbird, bit into her sub as she sat in a small sandwich shop, enjoying a day off from the aforementioned secret agency, and spending that day-or at least, her lunch-with another superhero, one she's known for a long time; Peter Parker, the Amazing Spider-Man, who was currently pestering her for information while eating his own sandwich."OK, well, if you can't answer that...how's things with you? Besid...

“Do you know how falcons are trained, my dear scout?” Sylvia purred as she drew her fingernail down the spine of Kevin’s bare back, lightly scratching him. “Their eyes are sewn shut. Blinded temporarily, they must learn to live by their master’s will and not their own.” She laughed softly, relishing her captive’s evident discomfort. “Until their will is submerged beneath their master’s, until they learn to serve and to love it…yes, for this is about love as much as anything.”She straightened herself, staring down at the boy as he knelt on the stone floor of the tunnel, his hands bound from behind and a collar keeping him leashed to a ring ...