Here we see each other; standing face to face
How I long to feel your warmth again, the joy of your embrace
Alas, those times are over now; friendship does not last
Your blood shall soon run dry; I'll feel revenge at last
They don't ask, they simply follow. Their hands are stained in red.
They're accessories for murder. They will follow in your steps
You've never taken life away, it is knowledge that you lack.
You've never battled one on one, there's always someone at your back.
Come, yes, weak one, pick your weapon, be offensive while you can
I have more power than your gun show with my well trained human hand
You know what you are riski
Jay's Chatlog Files: Session 1 by greenmustache, literature
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Jay's Chatlog Files: Session 1
Sandro has logged on
Sandro: Jay, are you there?
Sandro: Jay?
Sandro: Jay, I need to talk to you. It’s important.
Jay: Oh hey. Sorry, Jay isn’t really here right now.
Sandro: What on earth do you mean?
Jay changed screenname to Rose
Rose: I stole his computer, that’s what I mean, asshole.
Sandro: Oh, it’s you...
Sandro: Pleasant...
Rose: Isn’t it though, Fuckwad?
Sandro: Look, could you give the computer back to Jay? I’m asking politely.
Rose: No way jerkhat.
Sandro: How childish.
Sandro: What are you even doing with his computer anyway?
Rose: I was looking at his Worlds-Wide-Webs history
The Gifted Origins, Chapter 13: Unlikely Brothers by greenmustache, literature
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The Gifted Origins, Chapter 13: Unlikely Brothers
Another three days of fast hiking brought them to the northern edge of Rose Rock Bay. As they reached the top of the hill the road had been climbing and stared out over the sudden vista presented to them, they gasped.
“Woahhh, that is a lot of awesome right there.” Senka said, a little less poetically than one might have expected from such a sight. Rose Rock Bay was indeed beautiful, a large, smooth scoop taken from the land and filled with sparkling water. Near the western side, an island with two peaks of stone rose like an oasis of land in the midst of the water. The sun came out from behind a cloud, making the pink ston
I'm not afraid as I used to be when I open my eyes and only darkness is there to greet me. In the old days, I feared the blackness and the devil, who I know yearns for my soul. I have long since gotten used to the cold walls of the cell and the emptiness that planted itself in my heart long before I became what I am.
"What day is it?" I hear someone moan in the silence before I realize that I'm the one who opened my mouth. It's not like there's anyone down here to hear me.
Investigators, night guards and the occasional cop who just wants to be sure that we're still alive are the only people who are interested in the l
The Gifted Origins, Chapter 9: Ghost Stories by greenmustache, literature
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The Gifted Origins, Chapter 9: Ghost Stories
Two days later, Neil and Senka had arrived at the town of Easton, a cluster of buildings balanced on the slopes of a steep mountain valley. To their left rose a dominating series of peaks, while their right was blocked by a wall of lower but near vertical slopes. They sat in the town’s quiet library, Neil poring through the local maps while Senka sat wrapped in her own thoughts. She had been quiet the past few days, but Neil hadn’t tried to force her to speak. He knew how much stress she must be feeling. He himself wasn’t looking much better, and he knew the news he had would make things even worse.
“We’r