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Tense MomentTense Moment
Curled upon the bed' eyes closed
The day's events almost a dream
She clutched my hand tightly
I gave an assuring smile
My time has not yet come
To worry mars her charm
We love as long as I live
May that really be forever
A Gentleman From FranceA Gentleman From France
I knew a gentleman from France
Who was fond of wine, women and dance
He would drink his fill
Love for a thrill
And not stand still
If he ever could get the chance
One eve in Bordeaux
He waited for an hour or so
Then a lady came by
Who caught his eye
She invited him to try
Then they let the evening go
Didn't I tell you though
He had two bottles of red Bordeaux
Lines on Wine and LoveLines on Wine and Love
My red wine is almost drunk
My blood remains warm and full
Full of what, she always knows
Like my blood, love will flow
Until my last breath is breathed
But neither of us can tell
Till then, we simply love
Lines On WineLines Written
The finest, smoothest medicine
That I could ever find
It keeps my blood in circulation
Strengthens my old mind
I take a glass of it every day
After I dine
It was in ancient Greece
The elixir divine
Accepted by Kahlil Gibran
And the pre-islamic Parsis
Hail to the vine
The OasisEliza Brooks was in a car, observing the rugged terrain of Yanbe, a mysterious country, across the ocean. She was an Ollenberg native, who, like Roxie, was one of the serveral finest athletes. However, today, she was just enjoying herself.
Eliza was about 5'8", and no more than 130 lbs. She usually wore a grey shirt, with blue jeans, especially in this weather. Her skin was tanned, to match her pale blonde hair. Her face was smooth, and basically shined. Even though she was against make up, she was someone who would be beseeched by countless suitors. Her bust and thighs usually equaled "hot date" to many of her fans, man and woman alike. But, she wanted to get away from those hungry people. Taking Roxie's advice, she left Ollenberg for a vacation, which leads to why she was in the car with this outfit.
"So, where are we going?" Eliza asked, with her near-angelic voice.
"Well," the dark-skinned driver said, "We will be going to Yanbe City, the town that was the very heart of our country
The First BlastTim left his home in a daze. He wandered across his lawn freely, like someone who knew he had to get somewhere but who had no idea where that was. He looked up at the cloudless sky, staring right into the sun. He shut his eyes, then opened them and turned them down the row identical, brightly coloured two story houses that made up his neighbourhood. Still somewhat in shock, but slightly more confident in his movements, he began to walk down the row, just skirting the edges of the bright green lawns and paved driveways.
Almost everywhere he went, families were gathering on their yards. The same shock and awed loss of direction was apparent in everyone’s faces, as if they had all woken up from a strange dream. He nodded politely to those he passed, waving hello to a few. They returned the favour, though their friendly smiles carried even less genuine feeling than normal.
The cause for their shock and awed expressions was clear. No one questioned it, everyone understood as soon as t
Trust Machines - Betta TestTrust Machines - Betta Test
Janine sighed as she levered herself into the wheelchair and settled her diaphanous fins around her purple tail. “This was a stupid idea, Ronnie.”
Her black-haired friend shook her head as she helped Janine get comfortable. “No it wasn’t. You were the prettiest one out there by far. Especially in the water. There’s already videos of you online, and some of the comments are really nice.”
“And the other comments? The ones that laugh at me being the slowest mermaid in Unlimited?”
“Ignore them. They’re just jealous.”
Janine sighed again, and shook out her short purple hair. Ronnie had changed it to match her scales. “Let’s just see if we can catch a shuttle back to the mall, so I can be human again and forget this day ever happened.”
While they were waiting, a well-dressed man approached them. “Miss Silverton?
OHFE: Sherlock, Holmes and Doctor... Who? There had been plenty of strange cases, but this one was nearly the most curious. According to the Curiosity scale from one to ten, with one being outstandingly boring (or being able to be solved with a snap of fingers) and ten being almost impossible to solve, this one could get nine. And a half.
It all had begun as many cases do. People vanishing. But that had been the most curious: they had been absolutely nowhere to be found. They could be gone when their relatives weren't looking. Just disappearing in thin air. Even the omnipresent Baker Street Irregulars couldn't find them despite being given detailed descriptions. And then something opposite had happened, which had made the rating of it run up.
The doorbell rang, as if calling for help, and the tall man with sharp face lines made his way down. As he expected, those were Baker Street Irregulars, but this time there were more of them than usually - most times two or three of them came to inform about one more
Slave to LiesThe tag around Anna’s neck made her feel like a piece of livestock. Something branded and labeled; something to inspect and pass on with a comment or two. At first, the faces around her were distinct—there went the man with a hooked nose and a ruddy smile, the women with breath that smelled like peppermint candies, and the two boys who’d pinched her arms “to see if she’s a real person.” Now, they blurred together in a collective of eyes, mouths, words, hair, and clothing.
“Smile, darling—you’re driving away customers,” hissed her overseer in a cheerful but dangerous voice.
Anna pasted a wide, childish grin on her pale face. “Yessir.”
“That’s my girl.” The overseer playfully ruffled her hair.
It was an act. All of it. Anna shifted away, uncomfortable, from the overseer. Her feet, covered in mere rags, scraped over loose glass and papers. A shard buried itself in her heel, but the tried and true cal
Trust Machines - Criminal EnergyAfterwards, Mr. Peter couldn't really say what had spiked his attention in the first place. It may had been the fact that the odd pair hadn't come out of the Venn Machine in front of his store. It may had been something else. But whatever it may had been, he'd just stood in front of his store, smoking a cigarillo as his reward for another day of work being over when it had happened. Which had meant that he had had a premier seat to watch over the enfolding spectacle.
Mr. Peter's raised his eyebrow as the peculiar looking pair entered the mall. They looked hilarious. First of all, there was a miniature rhino stomping into the mall. It wasn't even remotely the size of a real rhino, but it was notably bigger than a pony, probably pushing the maximum size which could fit into a Venn Machine to the limit. The Rhino was equipped with large saddle bags and on its back there was a rider, his appearance being even more amusing. He looked like a wiry, six-armed monkey, wearing combat boots
The Witness on the HillI stumbled, coughing, into an alleyway as the sounds of screaming and explosions echoed from the streets behind me. I don't know how the peaceful protest had turned into a full-fledged street riot, but before I knew it tear gas canisters and Molotov Cocktails were flying. Looking back, the carnage on the street was lost in a sea of smoke, when suddenly a group of armor clad figures made their way towards me.
“You! Stop!” a voice yelled, muffled by his gas mask.
I had two choices, get arrested or run... I chose the latter. Sprinting down the row of alleys, I knew I couldn't outrun them forever so I made a quick left and quickly pried open the first basement window I found. I dove inside just as the sound of footsteps rounded the corner and sighed with relief as the sound of the police passed. However, just as it seemed I was home free, a huge pair of arms wrapped around my torso. My blood ran cold as a deep gravelly voice whispered i
Trust Machines - Exhibition of Legends"Hey, look at that!" Tiffany told Leonard excitedly and pushed a part of the newspaper over the kitchen table. "Lower left corner."
Leonard grabbed it and viewed the advertisement in question.
-Exhibition of Legends-
For our successful Exhibition of Legends this Sunday in Easttown Mall's convention hall we still need volunteers. Therefore we need you!
The current theme is 'Greek Legends'. We offer you free entry, lots of fun and an unforgettable experience from being a character out of mythology!*
Do the following criteria meet your profile?
- You like to interact with people ? -
- You have fun at playing historical roles? -
- You're an experienced Venn user who has already tried out animalistic shapes? -
Then come join us on Sunday morning at 7 a.m. in front of the mall.
*Joining the exhibition is voluntary and will not be paid, but food and refreshments will be offered
He raised an eyebrow. "Does this say what I think it does?"
Lola Bunny TGLarry was a huge sports fan, however, he found himself very unskilled at them. Above all, he enjoyed basketball the most. One day, while looking up tips on the game, he came across a strange looking ad. The ad promised to help you step up your game. He bought it and clicked it. The only thing it said was to check your nightstand. He went over to his room and found a basketball uniform there. Larry decided to try it on. Larry noticed that his shorts were short and almost falling off of him, while his shirt was loose, but only reached his chest. Suddenly, he felt an odd tingling all on his body.
He saw peach color fur growing on his arms and legs. Larry's ears hurt as they moved to the top of his head. They grew much longer as fur grew over them. A band held his new ears together. His hair grew out as it became blonde and his hair grew over his eyes, which had grown as well as his eyelashes. His noise shrunk until it was a small pink rabbit nose. His checks grew out as they grew white fu
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Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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