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Hitting the BooksI was still feeling the effects of the little mind meld that Double A and I shared prior. Although the internet was a good resource for information it didn't have all of it. Their was still material that had not been transferred over to the digital format and remade in a hard cover copies. It would take years before all the information was finally placed in a digital format for all to access and not having to sign out books, or pay a dollar for a copy or two. Which is why I as here at the Public Library.
I'll be honest, libraries are bit out of date, but still carry all the source material you can physically get your paws on. Many libraries were large and vast based on where you were, in my case, it was pretty massive. Having been based off the Greco-Roman architectures. Large columns with a stair case extending to the doors. From my understanding this used to be the old court house before it was relocated to the new building a few blocks down for space reasons. Since then, the adjacen
Amanda Jones European adventureWalking through the streets of Ireland, Amanda Jones was on her way to the hotel room she and her friends were staying at. Hannah Duffy, Kat Weber and herself were backpacking around several countries of Europe and were on their way to Hannah's hometown of County Wicklow. They arrived at the pleasant city of Carlow just as night was setting in. Their friend Kat from Berlin tagged along with Hannah to pick up some food for dinner. Amanda took this chance to explore the sights of the city and found men and women entering a small club with a poster surprisingly written in english by the entrance saying:
"Come one, come all!
Proudly presents for one
night only here at Club Geass,
for you to experience the mystical
power of the amazing Paradox."
Amanda glanced at her watch and believed she had more then enough time before she was suppose to meet her friends for dinner. She entered the club and found the show
Sentinel Inspector Horace looked at the young boy through the one-sided glass. Julian was thirteen years old, the report said. Looking at him, the inspector wouldn’t have guessed that such a case was currently against him. Aside from his young age, the boy possessed an innocent charm – brown, shaggy hair atop a pleasant face although his deep brown eyes hint at a seriousness so rarely seen on a boy so young. Further investigation showed that Julian was a straight-A student and although not the stereotypical popular boy, his mild and easygoing demeanor had earned him a boy-next-door reputation. Religious, helpful, friendly—definitely not someone who’ll be thought of as a cold-blooded killer.
Even now, after the questions had been hurled at him, Julian looked alert, not fatigued like others would have been in his position. The accusation against him was complex but he looked as if he was just waiting
Es ist nicht leicht ein (Super-)Held zu seinDie Sonne ging über den hohen Wolkenkratzern von Rʼlyeh-City auf. Ihre goldenen Strahlen brachen sich an den Umrissen der dunklen metallischen Riesen die mit ihren Spitzen nach dem Himmel strebten. Doch niemand sah den kleinen dunklen Punkt auf der höchsten Spitze des höchsten Gebäudes, dessen nebelhafter schwarzer Schleier sich beharrlich gegen den grauenden Morgen sträubte.
Auf der Spitze stand ein junger Mann in Schatten gehüllt mit verquollenen Augen. Obwohl dies einer der schönsten Sonnenaufgänge seines Lebens war, konnte er sein schwermütiges Herz nicht erfreuen. Niemand wollte ihn als Superheld haben und so sah er keinen anderen Ausweg als den Freitod.
Mit weitausgebreiteten Armen ließ er sich nach hinten fallen und sah wie sich die Spitze des Hochhauses rasend schnell entfernte.
Während der Wind um ihn herum heulte und die künstliche Finsternis der Stadt ihn verschlang, drang an seine Ohren eine Stimme aus der Ver
Sylvia was upset.
Not just the average sad feeling.
The emotions and the hurt.
Jacob didn't like this, and asked her what was wrong.
"I w-was trying to find my p-parents.." She had said between light sobs. "A-and I found them.."
"What..?" Jacob asked her.
"B-but appearently they h-hate me.."
After hearing that an an explanation, he asked her permission to go and speak with them.
And only speak with them. Nothing more and nothing less.
So she had told him that they were a few towns away from the mansion that they lived in, and he teleported there.
The town wasn't much, trash, broken and worn down houses. The people didn't seem to notice him walking by.
He stopped in the center and looked around, his elfen ears twitching as he concentrated and sniffed her parents out.
He caught sight of a house that was more worn down then the rest and tilt his head.
He felt a tap on his shoulder and looked over.
There was a man.
"Do you need help?" He had asked.
Donikad, albo na koniec swiata. Swego czasu po większych miastach pewnej aglomeracji jeździł tramwaj "donikąd" jak głosił napis na tablicy. Był biały i nie zatrzymywał się na żadnym przystanku. Ludzie dla "fanu" próbowali go zatrzymać, jednak zawsze bez skutku, tramwaj nigdy, nikomu się nie zatrzymał. Krąży jednak legenda o dziewczynie, której ta sztuka udała się. I to w dodatku nieświadomie.
Była ciepła, sierpniowa noc, jaśniejąca od miejskich świateł. Ruch na ulicach już zamarł i kursowały jedynie już linie nocne. Pewna blond włosa dziewczyna ubrana w białą sukienkę stała na przystanku i wyglądała jak zjawa. Wiatr bawił się jej lokami tworząc fantazyjne fryzury ulotne jak on sam. Dziewczyna raz, po raz odgarniała włosy z szczupłej twarzy i starała się
A traitors alphabet"After all we've been through you still try to defy me." Benjy looked at Trevor, who was tied to a chair in his living room, with immense disappointment.
"Come on Benjy, you know it's not like that. Dianne and I were just hanging out."
"Enough!" Furious; Benjy walked over to the cupboard, reached over to the handle, and stopped. "Gary followed you that night, he told me everything"
"He'd do anything to get his job back, you know that"
"I do know that, that's why I got rid of him for good this time. Jack's feeding him to his dogs as we speak."
"'Kay, so why am I here. Look this isn't needed."
"Most of the time; if one of my ex workers turns back up; I ensure that it doesn't happen again and that'll be the end of it. Not this time."
Opening the cupboard appears to be a great struggle for Benjy, but he manages to open it enough for Dianne's pale head to roll out of it towards and stopping at the feet of Trevor.
"'Please Benjy' she kept saying, 'it'll never happen again'. 'Queer' I thought
UntitledI've been following you,
I listen to your conversation with your family and friends.
I watch you study and feed the kitten that I gave you.
I can smell the jasmine perfume lurking 'round your neck.
When you eat at the garden of our school, I wonder of the taste of the food you cooked.
I want to call your name.
I want to touch you your cold cheeks and wipe your tears away every night at this road.
I want to warm you with my hug.
But I guess that will just give you chills.
No matter how near I am to you,
I still cannot reach you.
I shall be off to somewhere by now but here I am beside you.
I'm really sorry.
Please don't be sad anymore.
Every time a tear drops from your eyes, my heart is stabbed.
Free yourself from this sorrow.
You are here breathing.
You can't be stuck here with me forever.
I also do not want to let go of this string...it makes me sad,
But I must go,
And you should move on.
Consider this string that continues to exist as a precious memory.
The Runner Who was he? He held no recollection of himself. Whomever the answer, he was injured. Panting, he lay in the dirt, bleeding from his wounds. He had heard no sound, whatever got him attacked without warning, and he had no idea what it was. He was out of breath and wheezing, constricted by what he felt were broken ribs, and he was running. Running away, running towards, or just running, he didn't have the faintest of ideas.
Looking down and seeing the dark red liquid form around his left leg was all he needed to get his adrenaline past the breaking point. He couldn't afford to stop. Feverishly, and in pain, he struggled to his feet. Almost before he was up, he was limping painfully with one leg while the other struggled to keep pace.
His mind raced over any possible clues as to what was happening. He had no memory, no understanding of himself, but, as he noticed, he knew everything there was to know about the universe. He could see forwards and backwards in tim
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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