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Devil's Triangle - Final Warning 7.4 by WindMeister8, literature
Literature
Devil's Triangle - Final Warning 7.4
Sprawled face down on the couch, Sandra traced circles on the carpet with the half-empty wine bottle in her hand. Bed hair shielded part of her face. Her usual elegant, diva appearance had been ditched for an oversized tee and baggy yoga pants. In front of her, the television droned on, injecting some semblance of liveliness into the living room. Through half-lidded eyes, she watched a couple bicker on the flat screen but their shouts did little to penetrate her mind. Her gaze floated to the Steinway piano by the window. Its empty seat yearned for her to sit at the instrument and run her fingers over the ivory keys to make it sing. She closed her eyes, blocking it from her vision. After the afternoon’s events, she had no room in her heart for music right now. Only room for more booze. Her fingers closed over the neck of the bottle and she lifted it to her lips. The liquid burned its way down her throat, bringing a soothing warmth to her body and a lightness to her mind. She
The Bleudaptoatl and The Psychederm by meso-mhyrr, literature
Literature
The Bleudaptoatl and The Psychederm
Allow me to introduce you to the Bleudaptoatl and the Psychederm, two unique races delivered from a far away alien world by the Geoproteanthrope, biological, meteoric, interstellar traveler...
Creature Variation, Habitat, and Morphology
APRIL 18, 2016 ~ GEOPROTEUS ~ EDIT
Bleudaptoatl- The Geoproteanthrope Pod surges with pressure from a central cavity. Inside stirs the egg-bearing Lotaurelious. When the Lotaurelious reaches maturity the Pod’s thoracic segmental hatch breaches hold and dispenses an inky fluid. Then the crystalline drone ejects itself into the ocean and wiggles itself to cleanse and begin its descent. Birthed, now the g
'Hello me, well you, I mean me... I sound like I'm all shy but then I am shy, shy about introducing myself after all these years, shy about the reactions. How do I say hello to people who already know me yet don't actually know me?
Oh they know the outside of me, the person I try to be around them because of what society has expected of me but they don't know the real me, the actual me behind the outside who keeps wanting to say hello but is always too scared.
So let's try this again, hello. My name is...my name, hmm, I'm still figuring that out to be honest. I've tried so many names and not one of them has felt just right, none of them have
They haven't washed the windows again.
Tiffany stares at the grimy glass a few feet above her, weak morning sunlight highlighting the motes of dust floating through the air. When she was younger, she used to think the dust was actually bits of feather, left behind by angels. She knows better now - guardian angels aren't real - but she still thinks it's pretty, watching it float through the shards of sunlight.
Still, it bothers her that the window is so filthy. It's been that way since she started, but now the days are getting brighter and longer, it looks filthier by comparison.
Tiffany is so caught up in this, twirling her hair around her
The trial was over in a few minutes. There was no need for a jury, or for witnesses. As the defendant cried and pleaded his case, the stone-faced judge only had to tap a few keys on the keyboard to bring up the appropriate CCTV footage of the incident.
Every single argument made by the defendant was shot down expertly with a simple turn of the dial to pan and zoom into the high definition video footage. There was no angle left uncovered, no detail left unnoticed, no rock left unturned with the nationwide surveillance program.
Finally, the defendant turned quiet. He had exhausted all his energy and spirit. Defeated, he listened to the judge
Disgusting - the word echoed in her mind.
Shula averted her eyes from the pornography on the surround screen and from the action taking place on the couch. Instead, she focused on the architecture model centerpiece standing between her and the couch.
It was her boss’s pride and joy - his baby, as he put it. His design of the floating water city north of Prime Territories to complement the one they currently lived on, Hex 3019. She thought it looked ugly but it wasn’t as ugly as the sight in front of her.
As the moans died away, she glanced at her bodyguard partner, Aki, who gave a mock roll of his eyes and smirked. Their boss,
Super Mom
“Alright, you punks! Let’s get this done quickly, my daughter is almost done with her nap and I want to be there when she wakes up,” a woman with long brown hair in her mid-30s said, with frustration in her voice to the group of bank robbers dressed head to toe in black. This woman was dressed in regular clothes, with a purple T-Shirt and blue jeans, with gray tennis shoes on her feet.
“Look, lady, why don’t you just back the hell off and we won’t hurt you or your ugly little brat!” the lead robber with an AK-47 in his hand yelled. Before he could even turn back around towards the bank,
There is always one in every family and group, the excluded, the unwanted, the one that people talk about when they think you can't hear them and go quiet when you enter the room.
The one who is looked down on with scowls and no one listening to them when they have something to say because no one cares to hear what the worthless one has to say.
I'm that one, even if they don't say it to my face I know I'm regarded as the weak part of the family, the one that no one wants around. I'm never invited to anything when there's anything important to the family happening, I'm pretty much invisible most of the time unless someone wants to scowl and