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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.
Morning CallThe crows call, the morning alertMorning Call by tainia
and mocking birds reply in time
unusual cast of characters
fill the stage that is set
people drawn in for lessons to share
One message loud and clear
Many voices, many accents
All accentuating the words
“Love who you are”
And yelling loudly at the others
The Madmen and Jesters
who sell, those who deceive
Blinders implanted, forced
Keeping us all enslaved
In our own tiny little worlds
HEAR ME NOW!
Brothers and Sisters
Break your cages
You hold the Keys
This is all a dream anyway
illusions to blind us
to bind us
by our own doing
As it is WE ARE ONE!!!
We can throw those doors open
Unlock our chains
We are as free as we want to be
You can not be anyone else
Love who you are
Fragment of the Creator
You are Loved
Misfit IMy heart beats to a different tuneMisfit I by tainia
And I find others humming along
No longer the outsider, no longer alone
Found a place I finally belong
Can it be, can I call it home?
Misfit among many
In very good company
Changing to fit the new situation
And finally finding my place
Where I finally belong
A Dark Tale EndsAnd another begins... Hopefully not so dark this time. I am currently writing this from the computer room of our new home (well... we've been housed since Halloween, but the computer access didn't happen until recently). Apartments, but much nicer than any place I've really lived. But ya know the best part? We're no longer homeless... No, I'm dead serious. No one knows the trauma this has caused us, and as much as I'd like to update everyone on what's been happening for the past year, I still can't get myself to think about a lot of it without becoming extremely angry, or wanting to cry. But we're healing now, and although we're still struggling to get an income, things should be improving soon. I'm not holding my breath though... just taking one day at a time. Eventually, and probably little by little, I'll be doing little bits of writing on my experiences... I don't know yet what form they'll come in, but for my own health and sanity it needs to be released. Eventually I hope to educA Dark Tale Ends by CloakedRanger
|If you see a fractal that you like, and wish it was in another color, just ask. Chances are pretty good that it just maybe!|
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!
Current Residence: Planet Earth
Favourite genre of music: Goa & Psytrance among others
Favourite photographer: too many to mention
Favourite style of art: all? whatever I like
Operating System: 7
MP3 player of choice: WinAmp
Shell of choice: abalone
Wallpaper of choice: my own
Skin of choice: my own, in whatever incarntion I'm in!
Favourite cartoon character: Picachu
Personal Quote: The Universe May Fling Its Children Far and Wide BUT the Universe Always Provides
I thought I better say hi and all! I'm back.
I will post some fractals that I've made.
Ok, so updates are in order. So, we've been in our apartment since the day before Halloween. A judge awarded me with my SSI claim in April. Which means we finally have some money coming in.
It still took awhile to get internet and all. There is a computer room downstairs on the first floor but I wasn't comfortable on there, worried I might forget to log out & such. But now we have internet here in our lovely apartment.
SO! You ain't getting rid of me so easily again