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Lonely Streets bl 11Van had fallen asleep in the bed and his body fell into a deep sleep to help heal himself. Slowly as he felt himself slowly wake up his lashes fluttered open slowly and he groaned into the pillow. His body was sore and he slowly pushed up to sit up rubbing his fingers over his face before looking around seeing no sign of Jaz. His eyes narrowed and he growled "Jaz? Jaz. You in here?" He didn't hear anything and with a slow burning anger he stood up waivering on his feet a little he steeled himself and stepped into the bathroom he wasn't in there. He walked out into the living room looked in the kitchen area no one was here but him he was stalking towards the door ready to rip his gaurds a new one for letting Jaz out of his room.
At the second he was reaching for the doorhandle it opened to show Xander opening the door for Jaz who was wearing a waiter's outfit and holding a tray of food. With confusion and anger fuming inside him Van blinked at Jaz. "What in the hell happened... You go g
Lonely Streets 10As the limo came to a slow stop Jaz coudlnt stop blushing and he pulled Van's coat around him covering his body from sight because if he opened his coat everyone would see the love bites on his chest and the fingerprint like marks on his hips and arms. Van was laying back still very much exposed as he reached for a cigarette from the limo holder.
Van looked over the petit young man that he had just claimed as his and heard moan and climax with him so perfectly. He had looked so beautiful lost in lust and pleasure now he looked like a scared little rabbit again. Adorable that is what he was.
Jaz's blue eyes looked at Van trying to light the cig and he let his soft voice sound "That's bad for you Van..." his eyes filled with worry.
Van smirked slowly and reached out handing him the lighter. "I want you to light it for me. Every time you do you can tell me how bad it is for me..." his dark eyes were filled with mischeif.
Jaz's fingers fumbled with the lighter and held it up to the cig. "V
Talented 2So I discovered that I was really persuasive. I was scared of this talent at first. So scared that someone could find out. I didn't push anyone for a few months. Not till the night my foster mother tried to lock me in a closet for not cleaning my room. That's when I finally pushed someone again. I locked eyes with her and Used my talent... I pushed her mind. I told her to stop. And she stopped. She froze just like I told her to. I told her to let me go and she did. I told her to never touch me again and she nodded repeating my words. Then I felt my head start to hurt. I hurried and told her "You're going to be nice to me and the other foster kids too!" and the pain spiked and I closed my eyes because my head hurt so bad. She stood there looking dumb while I went up to my room turned off the light and Laid down. My head pounded. I learned then that I couldn't push people for too long or it would hurt me. The other kids and I got Ice cream that night and every night after. I felt
Becka 8Sasha looked to her telling her "Whisper their are people... certian people looking for us. It's a miracle they haven't found you yet... We have to keep moving so that we can stay safe. We don't stay in one place for long. It's how we stay safe..." She tried to explain quietly.
Becka blinked slowly. "What? People are after us? Why? I'm not going anywhere untill you tell me what the hell is going on and who the hell I was! And stop calling me that! My name is Becka." Becka let her voice raise.
Brennan stepped forward and his voice was even and deep like rough velvet. "We aren't like other kids Becka. When we were born... we were given to a secret secter of the government. They did experimental gene therapy on us. On alot of kids... but we were the only ones that survived the experaments." Becka felt herself stop breathing in shock. Brennan went on as the other two stood silent as stone. "They changed us Becka... We can do things now. Things no human can do..."
Becka breathed in a harsh
Becka 7Her whole body tingled and there wasn't any pain. She felt Brennan set her down in the grass helping her sit up. "Whisper-"
"My name's Becka...why do you keep calling me that?" Becka was a little foggy. It felt amazing to be without pain in her head. She felt Brennan hold her tighter for a heartbeat.
Sasha spoke softly to her. "We all named eachother. When we were old enough to understand we needed real names... You ended up being Whisper... I'm Sparx."
"I'm Shift..." Wesley told her with a smile.
Brennan was silent. Becka looked up at him expectantly. He wasn't looking her in the eye. "My name is Reaper."
Something in the way he said it made her not so afraid but sad. "Why didnt we have real names...I don't understand...I'm confused..."
Brennan sighed. "We'll tell you everything soon. It's late right now...but we'll tell you everything on the road."
"The road? What? Im not leaving. This is my home!" Becka pulled away from them wanting to get back into her safe home.
"But it's not safe
Becka 6Her head was pounding and now she was staunching a bloody nose with her hoodie sleave. "I have to go back home..." Becka turned away from these wierd kids and started going back home when suddenly in the quiet of the night she heard Sasha call out something. "Whisper?"
Becka stopped without reallizing she had stopped. She blinked at nothing as she felt a small tingle of recognition creep into her mind. "What...did you say?" Becka turned slowly back around letting her arm come away from her face, not caring that her nose was all bloody and gross.
Wesley said it now. "Is it really you Whisper?"
Tears came to Becka's eyes as she asked with a quiet hushed voice "Please don't tease me that you know who I am..." a tear slid down her cheek.
Brennan stepped up beside her "We have been looking for you for years. Ever since that night... We've been looking for you Whisper." She now noticed that they were looking at her with hope and vulnerability shining in their eyes.
"Who are you? Who do you t
Becka 5His hand was warm, almost uncomfortably so. "Why do you want to know about my scar Brennan? Why's it so important?" Becka asked him quietly as the chill from the breeze from the window brushed her skin.
Brennan looked at her with serious eyes and said "If you really want to know...come with me. Now."
Becka pulled her wrist out of his hand. "What? No. I can't its the middle of the night. Mal is the sheriff what do you think he'd do if he found me out of bed in the middle of the night? He'd wake the whole police station and find me!" she hissed at him.
Brennan cocked an eyebrow, "Come on, you've never snuck out at night before?" after Becka shook her head he asked "Really? Never? Wow you're such a goodie goodie, I never would have-" he stopped himself short and looked frustrated. "Just come with me this once... I'll tell you everything... it's important."
Becka looked into those dark eyes still not knowing what color they were. Her pulse seemed to jump at the thought of leaving out her w
Becka 4Slowly threw the darkness she heard a familiar voice. Mal was angry. She could tell. He was using his quiet voice that held a dark sinister tone in it. "You told me the damage was located in the part of her brain with memory. Why is she bleeding and passing out? You told me she was healthy. "
"She is healthy Sheriff. I don't understand how this happened. Its not medically possible. Her scar tissue has started getting inflamed in part. Like its trying to heal or rebuild tissue. Look at this MRI, you see here this part of her brain has already changed the scar tissue into healthy cells. Working brain tissue. Thatisnt medically possible sheriff. Not without extensive experimental trials in gene therapy which is illegal to do with the brain. "
Becka opened her eyes and rolled over sitting up with her elbow. "Mal? W-what's wrong with me?"
Malcolm moved to her side with his fake smile in place telling her "You're fine kiddo. Really better than fine. The doc here says that y
Unhappy valentines dayLove is a fickle fleeting thing
So enjoy it while it lasts
A warning to young love
It ages and withers
Some faster than others
Take hold to love as true and strong
As it can never be true love that is wrong
Some have more love to give
And others more love will it take
Some destined hearts to be open
And others destined to break
Though spirit is strong
Their is much hearts can take
But to not be loved
Is too much to take
Quantum EntanglementThe office was a flurry of activity when I entered. No doubt it had been this way ever since the Endeavour entered a stable orbit. Two centuries of planning, prep and endless waiting, and for the first time, mankind had reached another star.
“Rosen?” A hard voice called across the medley of movement and chatter.
“Here, sir,” I called back and hurried over to Doctor Lindborn.
“You’re late. Take this and get into the observation room. We need to prep you for entanglement.” A swipe across his tablet sent a chart from his screen to mine.
I nodded and left, weaving between rows of desks and technicians, towards the glass fronted room that would be my environment for the next week. Sutter was already there, leaning back in his chair, silver augment stretching across his brow, between his temples. Beyond him were a dozen identical chairs, each with its own attending techie.
Doctor Petrovyn entered behind me, and we were both whisked away to sep
Powerwhine's LamentJuanita Alvarez sat in the house she shared with Dominique Freeman, watching the television. Dominique was out on a date this evening, and Juanita didn’t expect her to be back for a while. So it was a shock when the opened door opened. She swiveled her head around to see Dominique slam the door behind herself. “I take it the date didn’t go well?” Juanita asked.
“That bastard…” Dominique muttered angrily, mostly to herself, as she hung her coat up.
Juanita shut off the TV and asked, “Care to tell me what happened?”
Dominique walked over to the end of the couch and crossed her arms. ”So we’re in the middle dinner when he gets a phone call. I get curious about what he’s talking about, and so I ask him what it was about after he was done. He tells me, and get this, that it was his wife! Their kid was sick and she was giving him an update.”
Juanita winced and said, “Ow.”
Dominique nodded and continued
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
The Creamfast CaseThe Ollenberg Auditorium was filled with people, both large and slim. This was truly a main event, in its own right. Amongst the clamoring people, a troupe of security guards were heading over to the podium, but nobody was able to see the person they surrounded.
Once the person got up, he was finally revealed to be wearing a golden lab coat, to match his already eccentric hair. The rest of his outfit was actually clad in black.
"Good citizens!" He said, "I'm so thankful you came here today! I've noticed that obesity is gaining some kind of popularity. But the problem is that the epidemic is rising faster. So, I've created a solution!"
He brought out a tub of ice cream. Then, he took out a remote control, and activated a movie.
There was no narration, but the scientist said, "You see, people, this is Creamfast, the latest in weight-loss technology. I understand how some of you have busy jobs, but this concoction is both an enjoyable treat, and guarantees near-instant results! For t
Inventor and Creator- EndingIt is a rather peculiar tale. Yet, she was a rather unusual lady, with a very odd and fantastic secret. However, like all tales we must draw the curtains and lament the fate of the inventor and her creation christened Emmeline. It would appear that the cruel Fates decreed a sad end for our star-crossed lovers. This here is how the story concludes.
The inventor prepared for her final journey. She set all of her affairs in order. Her remaining research was to be passed on to her fellow scientists for them to decipher and perhaps innovate the golden age of Society. She took great care to leave her remaining assets to Isaac, for the children she would never set eyes on again. The inventor could not bring herself to step foot in the family manor. She did not belong in their domestic bliss. But she could leave her nieces something to grasp for, an education, a chance to excel just as she did with the best men of science the world had ever known. This was the legacy she intended to leav
Trust Machines - Leashing"What the hell is that?" Michelle asked startled, pointing at the apparition leashed on a park bench. Sheryl followed her gaze and cocked an eyebrow.
"An elephant, obviously." she observed, apparently unimpressed and Michelle shot a withering look at her friend.
"Of course it's an elephant." Michelle responded tartly. "That I can see for myself. What I want to know is why it is only the size of a pony and why it is leashed to a park bench!"
"Hm..." Sheryl pondered. "Perhaps that's simply someone doing Leashing."
Michelle looked at Sheryl with a blank look on her face. "Leashing?"
Sheryl sighed. "Yes, leashing. Girl, you need to stay in touch with the current social media themes. Look, there's someone taking pictures of the elephant!"
Indeed there was a boy in their age shooting images of the small elephant with his smartphone. Which, in Michelle's opinion, still didn't explain shit.
"I still can't follow. Of course someone is taking
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
Twitch Plays Pokemon is a Perfect Metaphor
Twitch Plays Pokémon is a perfect Metaphor for Religion Vs Science
The social experiment, Twitch Plays Pokemon is a perfect metaphor for Science VS Religion. Before the Jesus Freaks start jumping my bones just let me explain. In the game and the story that the people created to explain the what was going on, Red our protagonist plays the worst game in the history of the Pokémon game franchise . He releases his Pokémon, he does not get anywhere close to 'catching them all, he took so long to get to the Elite Four (final battles agents Humans) that the timer which keeps track of the game's length (not the Twitch one, the in game one) will no longer count higher, it is stuck at 255.00. (They released the save file, and I've played it for over an hour and the timer never went up) Red instead of fallowing his own mind and heart, (playing the game like any 10 year old child did when it was first released) he constantly consulted his religious text (Helix Foss
The Robot and the PrincessDarkness fell heavily across the cityscape at sunset, casting long shadows from the countless pinnacles that reach heavenwards toward the two moons suspended like great rough-skinned melons above them. The dark canyon abyss that was the streets below was both the shelter and the harsh climate for billions of souls. Despite the legions of brilliant lights that flashed, called out, and beckoned lost souls to them in veritable rainbows of color along every thoroughfare, the streets themselves seemed eternally cloaked in shadows. It almost seemed that the harsh lights only caused the shadows to appear darker, and such shadows. They resembled the humans that cast them, yet were hideously skewed, and stretched into twisted shapes from positions the of the lighting. Such was the world called Talonus.
Talonus is an odd world of outcasts, unwanted by the even the conquering Thressian Empire that ravaged that place with war, not eighty years prior. Though they fought, died, and killed for the ri
TalentedMy name is Jess. And my story is... Well it's different. I seem to attract trouble or maybe I'm the cause of it. Anyways I should probably start from the beginning...
When I was little I found out I had this... Talent. If I looked into a persons eyes and told them to do something, they'd actually do it. I know what you're thinking it sounds ridiculous but I'm not kidding. I have this power to make people do what i say. I found out on the night of my 10th birthday when my mom and dad got into this big fight. Well this wasn't like most fights. It was just getting worse and worse and suddenly I heard a thump in the living room where they were fighting. I rushed in to see my mom on the floor and my dad looking so angry. I felt myself get cold and hot all at once as my heart hammered in my chest. I rushed to my mothers side her head was bleeding. It looked like she had hit the table when she fell. "What did you do? What did you do to her?" I screamed at him as I trie
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