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Nothing cuts like paper. Perhaps even blades cannot match it.
One late evening in early August, when I was strolling along Harris Avenue, in northern Leeds, UK, I saw a bunch of people mulling around a certain house. Feeling a tad curious, I walked over casually and asked someone what had happened. It seems that my respondent was a neighbor and knew the occupant well.
"This is Geoffrey Danvers' house, sir. Just had a strange accident."
"To hear it from his brother, Frederic, what lives with him, sir, Geoffrey was fumbling with an old paper box and apparently the edges cut him. Sir, you and I both know that paper cuts only skin deep,am I right?"
"Yes, that is quite right. You are implying that it cut him deeper than his skin, is that right?"
"That's it exactly, sir. Strange, isn't it?"
"Let me see him and that box. Can you find access?"
"I'll surely try, sir, and thank ye for volunteering. "
Moments later, after he had introduced me
Joy From HeavenJoy From Heaven
Today, again, the rain has come
Bringing peace and joy to this quiet home
Scattering the simple everywhere around
But leaving her and me alone
They came to earth to teach wise ways
To being security to our days
But only stubborn and greedy they had found
So in the end they were gone
But they left the gift of love in two hearts
Hers and mine
So we can love every time it rains
Trust Machines - Cassiopeia 1Trust Machines - Cassiopeia 1
Cass watched as her friend strutted her stuff on the stage. She’d watched Tara in every amateur theatre play she’d done, but this was the first time she’d been backstage for it. She’d seen how Tara could pour herself into a character before, and putting on the blonde wig for her turn as Alice had been no different. Tara owned the stage, and Cass smiled proudly as she declaimed her way through the monster soliloquy that the director had added just for her.
Brian the stagehand approached her then. “Scene’s almost done. Ready for your big part?”
Cass chuckled at that. When Tara had finally dragged her into coming to audition with her, Cass hadn’t gotten a part. But she had been asked if she wanted to help backstage, and had agreed to help Old Frankie with the props. The kindly silver-haired woman had taken her under her wing, and she learned a lot about stagecraft,
Trails"Near as we can tell, it exists primarily in the fourth dimension." Dr. Lenyx explained. I stepped closer to the glass in front of me and tried to figure out what was inside of it. The window was entirely obscured by what looked like a black film. I tried wiping the glass with my sleeve, but nothing came off. The obstruction was clearly on the inside of the glass.
"What is it?" I tapped the glass, curious about the unexplained black film. Dr. Lenyx pulled out his phone, tapped the screen a few times, then turned it around so that I could see it. The device was playing a video of a small black blur. For the first few seconds, the blur seemed to hardly move. I saw a man approach the glass on the side wall of the blur's room and look inside. The blur didn't seem to like that. It moved towards the glass, or rather stretched towards it. As the creature moved forward, it seemed to grow into a snake. Everywhere that it walked it left behind a solid black trail where it had been in its previou
Great Shift (Sonya and Tyler) So I've started reading some of "The Great Shift" captions lately and I've really enjoyed them, so I thought I'd take a crack at it. It's not my normal type of story, so as always leave comments, so I can know what you think To read story with pictures/captions, head over to my blog:
Can you imagine waking up in someone else's body? Everyone remembers where they were when the Great Shift happened. No one is even sure how it happened, but nearly everyone was effected. People from all over the world started switching bodies without any rhyme or reason. Young to old, man to woman, fat to skinny, everyone changed. There were even a few unfortunate few that switched with animals. It caught everyone by surprise and everyone had to try and put their lives back together the best they could.
Sonya, a new mom, was in the nursery, playing with her 1 1/2 ye
Trust Machines - Rookies 2Rookies 2
Trust Machines story
Quite a bit nervously, Janice looked at the inconspicuous Venn Machine sitting in the middle of the abandoned mall. Everything seemed dead and peaceful, but it wouldn't be long until the space would be occupied by terrifying monsters - her boyfriend Ben and herself, transformed into monstrous shapes. Of course she was feeling excited about the prospect of becoming a Monster Wars fighter like Mary, otherwise she wouldn't have agreed to her friend's proposal in the first place, but after being a normal human female for nearly thirty years, the prospect of becoming something fairly horrendously different still gave her the creeps.
"Now look at how the two of them are staring at the Venn Machine longingly. I bet they can't await to become monsters!" a slightly mocking voice chirped
The screams vibrated in Destiny’s skull as she ran from the even more frightening sound of the rumbling trucks. The chaos revolving around her helped hide her thumping footsteps as she pushed herself to the limit. Her arms clutched her daughter to her chest. She could feel Lotty’s small breaths against the base of her neck, a sign of her silent fear.
Headlights flashed across the road, and Destiny ducked into an alley. She moved into the deepest shadows and pressed her back to the rough brick wall. Her heartbeat was a pounding drum in the sudden silence. She smoothed a hand over Lotty’s mess of curls and watched the road. The silence of the dark street gave her no comfort. She knew they weren’t safe yet.
“We need to keep going,” Destiny whispered into her daughter’s ear. “Can you walk? Mommy needs her hands free.”
Lotty nodded, and Destiny placed her on her feet. Lotty’s hazel eyes watched the road, but fear no longer showed i
The Day of the Falling SkySand fell through the earth, invisible and intangible. In every corner of the world, confused and uneasy people listened to its strange sound, like white noise on a television cranked up just a little too loud. Very few of us understood what this heralded: the vanguard of our new masters was near, and humanity was soon to suffer the agony of enslavement under crazed despots. I had to spare my wife and son the misery.
When I first heard the Sand, my team was in Hawaii, scouring a beach covered in a strange sort of mass suicide: thousands of dolphins and sharks had washed up on the shore days earlier. Voluntarily, in a mass migration we had surveyed from above as it happened, without concern for the prey they passed up, the creatures of the deep sea threw themselves onto dry land and died. I was walking alongside an associate, Dr. Ehlers, both of us clad in MOPP suits, carrying cases of tissue samples.
For a little over a year, we had known what was coming. They spoke to us, They spoke t
Marie and Elizabeth Somerset-Two Become OneWhen Marie and Elizabeth Somerset left the city of Sunny Hills, California on May 9, 1980, they left no note, nothing to say where they were going, or any way for their friends and family to contact them. At first, nobody worried, because the twins had been known to occasionally go for a drive on Fridays, their destination being "nowhere in particular". They would check into a hotel, and spend the weekend there, coming back home on Sunday. However, they neither called home, nor returned on Sunday. After a few days, when the twins had neither called nor returned, their friends and family had become worried, especially after finding Elizabeth's car, a 1979 Buick Skylark, abandoned at the side of a mountain highway a couple hours drive from Sunny Hills, about 10 miles from the nearest gas station. After Elizabeth's car was found abandoned, which was out of character for the twins, it was feared that the twins had been killed, despite a lack of physical evidence.
When they left Sunny Hills
Death Battle: Spyro vs Goat
Kiryu: Alright, we've thoroughly analyzed both combatants, and you know what that means...
Gwangi: It's time for a DEATH BATTLE!
Spyro charged across the ground, knocking aside groups of Riptocs as he ran through the large city that these Riptocs were apparently trying to invade. Spyro blasted another Riptoc to the ground with a puff of fire, and with each Riptoc he took out, he collected more and more gems.
Spyro was having a fun time here, and so was a bit disappointed when he found he had gotten rid of all the Riptocs in this city. Wandering around for a bit, Spyro looked around his surroundings to see if there was anything else he could take on.
His thoughts were answered when he looked ahead and saw a goat of all things walking around, the hoofed mammal's tongue hanging out. “A goat, eh?” Spyro said to himself. “Well, it's not a sheep, but it'll do.”
Spyro then lowered his head and charged at the goat, ramming it head-on and sending it smacking again
TMNT A Forced Duty Ch. 3Chapter 3
“Well I hope this day can't get any worse,” Karai complained as she, the rest of the princesses, and the personal guard made there way to the princesses quarters.
“Don't say that,” April sighed. “Because when you do, things get worse.”
Karai scowled at her as they reached the door. Mona turned and glanced down at the guards, “Where are you guys staying?”
“In that room milady,” Raphael answered pointing to a door that was down the hallway.
“Call me Mona,” she replied indifferently. “I hate being called milady, it sounds so....old and pious.”
“Its not even a religious term Mona,” Irma called back to her as she entered the room.
Mona faced the doorway and placed her hands on her hips, “It can also mean devout and dedicated Irma.”
“Actually,” Donatello started. “it does mean dedicated but more in a religious sense.”
Mona cocked an eyebrow at Donatell
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