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Unresolved"but..... But.... You are - - -," stammered the perspective client.Unresolved by tainia
"And in drag, so do you have any other amazing things to tell me about myself or are you wanting my services?"
The middle aged man couldn't handle that and promptly left.
Henry was far too used to these situations going a muck.
And then heard some commotion out in the hall, figuring the man had knocked into the wall on his way out. But the next thing was the stunning woman opening the door and walking in.
She was over five and a half foot tall, black hair, dressed in black. And the only thing that stood out was the white walking stick she carried.
"Can I help you?" he found himself asking, sure she was in the wrong room.
"Well, I hope so," she replied as she paused for a moment, seemingly unsure of herself.
He stared at her. She had on black shades and stood there seeming to turn to and fro, perhaps looking at things. But she didn't go on, offering any more information as to what she needed.
"How so?" he pr
Floor Food RevisedIt didn't take long to figure out the rules of this game.Floor Food Revised by tainia
A club, packed with zombies. And those who hadn't been turned yet. And the norms figured out pretty quick the rules. Standing on the floor meant you were fair game.
"So what do we do?" Rachel asked.
"They have to have some weakness," Dave replied.
"Wasn't there something about this stuff at that library we went to last week?" Rachel inquired further.
"There was but getting there will be a problem," Gregg said.
"I will do it," Blake replied. He was the fastest runner out of the lot of them.
"Blake!" Rose protested. As his love, she knew the dangers he was going into and feared for losing him.
"If I don't we will all sit here, starve, and be picked off by them anyway," he offered her. "Let me at least try to save us."
So it was decided. "What we need to do is some distractions," Dave suggested. "All of us stand and run in different directions, giving Blake a head-start from these zombies."
"We should be able to hit other tables in
The King and Queen of EnmorHe rode in with the storm.The King and Queen of Enmor by tainia
Winds raging and lightning cracked above his head, cascading through the midday sky as he rode at breakneck speed.
The purpose was dire. Time was short. And the storm was the least of the worries of the young elven battle mage.
The castle loomed ahead, silhouetted against the grey clouds that spewed out the storm.
And at last he reached his destination with news the king would not want to hear. News of how the world was changing around them. News of dread. He felt the pit of his stomach twist at the thought of having to convey that news.
Mosrves slowed as he approached and dismounted, leaving his mount to the stable boy. And was rushed into the castle. But something was wrong.
The feeling hung in the air as he rushed from the entry to the main hall. And was greeted by Lersdar, the kings main counsellor.
"You will see the lady Ranyl," the counsellor said, his face drawn.
Mosrves nodded as he strode on, to the Lady. First daughter of the king. The princess of t
Emotions of MechsIt was to be a simple expedition. Simple. Go into the mines and locate the Mechs. The bots that were planning a revolt.Emotions of Mechs by tainia
The Humes had been evacuated to safety already. So, anyone found in the mines was a Mech. And it was a known that Mechs were just machines and therefore expendable.
It was a small crew. Three males to do the dirty work and one female. Dora. Her presence was just a safety clause, so no one could claim this was just a clean-up crew to destroy all Mechs. She was an empath. It was up to her to make sure that they were all Mechs before the three men disposed of them.
Dora didn't like this job. At all. Something didn't get well with her. It didn't feel right from the start. The three males who were to protect her and destroy the Mechs were a likely mob of disgruntled youths. If Mechs had blood, they were hungry for it.
Except one. Yangor. He didn't fit. At all. Proud, strong, and fierce. But a kindness that went down to his soul. He didn't want to be there either.
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Random Acts of KindnessRandom acts of kindness, I have talked about this several times in the past and feel it warrants another discussion.Scooby777
On my way home from work the other day. I took my exit ramp as I always do and like everyday, there is usually panhandler's at the end of the ramp. One thing I learned years ago is you never give money. Offering food will always tell you if the panhandler(s) are legit in their dire straights. The gentlemen that was panhandling this day, I had never seen before. He had a soulful face and I really wish I would have had my camera with me that day, but I didn't. Looking at him I remembered I had leftovers from my lunch date in my passenger seat, so I rolled down my window and asked "Are you hungry"? To which his facial expression and reply told me I had a real down on their luck person here. So, I offered him my Chinese food leftovers and he couldn't get to me fast enough. Once he had them, he left the exit ramp a
AT - An Unlikely PairEach day he would watch her from afar as she returned to the same valley again and again. Patiently he would wait, sitting around for hours on end until she would arrive, usually at the height of the day. She would come down from the sky and land in the soft grass. Her feathered wings would fold up against her back, unfurling only when she was about to leave again late in the evening. He would sit at a distance and watch her each day, never moving, never approaching her. Just watching and waiting until her next return.MissMitsuSayama
She was a stunning woman, though most angels were gifted with unearthly beauty. This was far from his first time running into an angel, and it was not her looks that captivated him. It was not her peaceful nature, either. Such a thing would have an effect on mere humans, but not upon a dweller of Hell such as himself. Truthfully, he was not even fully sure what it was about her that caused his obsession, but he did not really care. He was content to enjoy her withou
Live Life, Be BraveSo the morning has once again brokenRifle1980
Into shattered pieces of a brand new day
And I’m trying to avoid asking myself
If I’m here and if I’m feeling okay
You see, yesterday I fractured my mind
Now today I am avoiding the cracks
That pave my path towards recovery
But one day I promise I’ll get back
‘You will get back to where exactly?’
With puzzled faces I hear my friends ask
To a point where I feel I am capable
Of completing simple every day tasks
That each one of you will take for granted
But are the fabric of my sanity
That I will weave into a blanket of hope
To shelter my mind from misery
Now the evening has once again arrived
Bright lights ask if I am here or there
So long as I am where I am loved
My reflection and I don’t really care
Because I know I am stronger than this
I am more than the intrusions my mind craves
A 'no entry' sign now greets them at my door
It’s time to just live life and be brave
[Rapid Essay] Why Our Choices Are ValidSome people tell me I'm bad. They have their reasons. They might be right. But honestly, they're not. I could write this piece as a rant, an elaboration on my feelings, but that wouldn't be too beneficial to anyone but myself. Instead let's talk about the looking glass.Iplywittrees
People tell me I'm bad. I understand why: I'm a flawed person; I make mistakes; I have intrinsically bad things built into my character and personality. Why's that so bad? Why must I recognize every flaw, every crack, every hairline? It's difficult. Everyone has different expectations and they expect those expectations to stand strong even when faced with the incomprehensible diversity of humanity. They're biased. They like thinking themselves right. And you know, that's fine too. However, there's one caveat.
I'm growing quite tired of giving a shit about what other people think. For most people, including myself, I know that what other people think of them is of critical importance. They define themselves in relation t
Without titleA poem without titlecristy120377
Always summer in my soul
Forever winter in my mind
With spring in my emotions
And auttumn in my sorrow
I have North in my head
And South in my heart
Always so near
Yet so distant forever
All I ask is a little Love
Would You die for this...
After dark.The solitary functionAdherance
discussed in the motion of silence
the passive observations of the storm
the calm cathartic waters of what could have been
to cleanse the resurrection
of stains that are not my own
i claim i
of transparent structures
as i slip through
the earthquakes and scars
deflections to carry
the weight of pateince
the solution of hope
to bury the insecure
i the fragile
Have been writing for over 30 years now. And don't fret; I started young. Practically as soon as I learned how. Practically. All that time, and not published! Thank heavens for that! Fame is a fickle bitch. So, I've just used all that I feel and all that I dream as my muse. I am always amazed and touched to know others enjoy.|
And now my one of my new passions is fractals!
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