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-----(Crash and Spyro)While Crash piloted the UFO at a rather steady pace, Spyro continued to direct him with the map, but once in a while broke off to gaze out at the surrounding buildings.Spyro: According to this, it's not too much farther until we get to the Eternal-Earth Bridge.-----(Susan and Mary)Watching from the safety of their teleport-tram, the two twin sisters jumped slightly as their star exploded, releasing various lights and showers of particles in a fantastic array of colors and shapes. Strangely enough, a superimposed smiley face could be seen spinning around in the midst of the brilliantly colorful explosion.Mary: Cool...S...

Director John So that’s how Alanis could afford the extra staff. That’s who the mysterious donor was. It was you! DJ Pleasure Hang about, mate. Where’d’ya get that one from? Director John Dana told me that you’ve been using the appetite stimulant on Alanis. But I didn’t think you could do that without feeling guilty. And what do you do if you feel guilty? You buy them something. Well, you’ve bought Alanis the one thing that she wanted more than anything else. The chance to make Hotel Smooth as she wants it, unconstrained by price. And you feel so guilty, you’d do that for her. And you said yourself, your family was wealthy. DJ Plea...

As long as they were here on Archavia, Rixie had to make this stop. They were not on Archavia to visit Rajenlif; indeed, they were not on Archavia for any reason of Rixie’s. They were visiting the world so that Alex could check on preparations for the 25th Anniversary. This year had seen many, many 25th Anniversaries. Some had been celebratory, or at least, mostly so; some had been somber, and some, like the celebration of the Defeat of Trell during the Second Battle of Atlantis, had been a bit of both. This anniversary would be one of the somber ones, and at first it may seem strange that this somber, sober event would be held at a Rixie’...

The floor is covered with ribbons of broken hair – snapped, dry, dirty hair. She watches it break and die every day; even when it groans from her scalp, she no longer cries for it. It's only hair.She sits in the corner, with another of her headaches, closing her unwashed eyes and praying for sleep.When a man's voice calls to her from outside, she jumps.No one speaks to her.She is one hundred feet from the ground and no one can see her face.Heart quickening - a newborn sparrow that must learn to fly or else succumb to a hungry mouth -  she struggles with her locked bones to stand and run to the window. She only moves slowly, however despera...

At age two, no longer requiring breast feeding, you were promptly dropped off like burdensome baggage at a particular, dreary orphanage. You had by now ceased to remember how your infantile self had clutched desperately with tiny, stubby fingers at your father, a strikingly well dressed man, who starkly contrasted against the poverty-stricken background of these substandard living quarters. He whispered something into the headmaster’s ears before handing you over, at the same time relinquishing you of certain human rights. You were treated differently from the other orphans. Special treatment… was an ironic and gravely humorous way of ...

Sylph in “Metal Fatigue” with thanks, once again, to The Mole for giving me the inspiration for the title by: stmercy2020 This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 License. To view a copy of this license, visit http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ or send a letter to Creative Commons, 171 Second Street, Suite 300, San Francisco, California, 94105, USA.{sss…click}{sss…click}{BZT! BZT! BZT!}{puzhweeee-}{vnn…}“Miao?”“Oh, no.  Fatty!”{Spak!...Krnch!}“Uh oh…”{Grab! brnk!}{vnn—squeee!}{pfp! pfp! pfp!}{frrrrip!}{BAM!}{sksh…psss!}“Oh boy,” Sylph groaned apprehensively.  Held in either ...

The crowd outside the theatre was starting to be ushered in, a silent notion that things were starting to happen sweeping across the crowd as those at the back followed those starting to slip into the front doors. A queue formed on the inside, the reception starting to admit those into the complex and into the theatre to see the show. Everyone was at least smartly dressed, wearing their good collared shirts and nice dresses that didn’t strike as too outlandish. Casual-smart was a good way to put it. After all, they were just going to see a magic performance. Not the next reimagining of Shakespeare.George, sandwiched in the middle of the qu...

You are having a delicious dream- a dream of a planet made entirely of pie. Apple pie. You wade through warm filling to your breastbone, the smell of juicy apples, cinnamon and vanilla drifting to your nose. Your massive belly parts the filling as you walk, pushing aside lumps of buttery, flaky crust in the shapes of fruit and leaves.All you want to do is bend your head and eat. But once you started, you know you'd never stop until the entire planet was gone. So, despite the growing hunger in your massive belly, You pushed onwards, looking for… something else.With each step, your hunger grew, pulling on you, nagging at you, until it was li...