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yoglabs - no one lives forever"Lalna? Are you okay?"
With a grunt, Lalna propped himself up on his elbows. He blinked his eyes open, trying to focus on the floor beneath him. A smear of blood came into focus and he groaned, bringing his hand to his head. His elbow gave out underneath him and he collided with the floor again.
Hands grabbed him and pulled him up, propping him against the wall. His vision focused into the dark eyes of Honeydew.
"Jesus, Lalna!" he exclaimed, pushing hair out of the scientist’s face. "What the hell happened?!"
A hoarse chuckle escaped from Lalna’s lips. “You better get out of here before Xephos catches you,” he muttered, absentmindedly rubbing his sore jaw.
Bastard got me good, he thought to himself bitterly.
"What do you mean, ‘before Xephos catches me’?" The dwarf’s eyes travelled down to his throat. "Fuck," he breathed in surprise.
Quickly, Lalna’s hands went to his zipper and zipped his labcoat back up to his neck. “Leav
Masterclass Detective AgencyThe sun was barely up on Saturday morning when Brenda arrived at her little jewellery story she ran on the eastside of the city, ignoring the slight chill that hung in the air as she walked around to the backdoor. A short, round woman of forty with short dark hair and an aquiline nose, Brenda was a respected member of the neighbourhood business community, having operated her store there for almost twenty years now. She mostly ran it herself, but had a pair of girls, Pippa and Ester, who helped out during the busier times during the week. In fact Brenda was expecting Pippa, a slender red haired girl of twenty-two, to already be at the store as she was going to help Brenda with the store’s stocktake before they opened for the day.
Brenda opened the back door and walked into the small foyer inside, where she hung up her coat. She was dressed in a smart navy blue suit and a cream blouse, stocking and sensible shoes, ready to get to work straight away. Sh
AlbertThe moon was flying at half-mast that night.
The sight of it stopped Albert in his tracks. Not so much the moon itself; he had seen it sleepily trudge its way across the night sky many times before. What surprised him was the sharpness of it, the way its intense curves cut into the darkness. A blade of execution swooping down on him.
He threw his hands up to avoid the white gleaming from above and realised they were entirely crimson; turning around, the droplets of blood that trailed his sprint to the door each rang out in his ears like explosions on a battlefield. Their sharp taste made his tongue grind into his teeth. Following the path of destruction led to the source of the flames, a ravaging jungle with rivers drooling out of it...
A girl's body with a knife plunged into her face lay against the wall.
Though he had just ran some 20 feet away from it Albert felt himself being pushed out further into the car park. He threw his back to the wall of the dark court and looked back into
2p Mini Story -Collab with Ellie- Sally was happily humming to herself as she cooked dinner for herself and Emma. You could easily tell the tone she was humming was “Call Me Maybe”. Emma walked into the kitchen, her normal bored, blah expression on… well if you called that an expression.
“Hello my good friend! How are you?” Sally asked cheerfully.
“Have you asked the trees how they’ve felt? Trying to stop the raging tigers on the inside that the humans cause?” Emma said in a bored tone, grabbing a Coke from the refrigerator.
Sally blinks before smiling and saying, “okay then!”
“Are the trees okay, Sally? Are they okay?” Emma grumbled, before drinking some of the coke.
Sally thinks for a minute, before awkwardly going back to cooking. Hoping Emma wouldn’t she avoided the question. Yet, Emma noticed.
Emma stared at her with "the look". "Are they Sally?"
When Heaven is Angry page 1When the Heaven is Angry
There was a celebration for these past three days during which the air outdoors was humid and ready to pour down rain. It finally did. Much to everyone's chagrin and my relief. It may seem odd but nobody paid attention to the sky or temperature. They took it for granted. Typical attitude in these parts. Every year without failure until this year. This year the weather was uncertain and rain fell more often. I cannot complain. I enjoy showers and storms.
They are thrilling to be in. I remember when I was still a boy and lightning struck a tree in our back yard near the kitchen and my mother was working in it. She jumped and I said "Heaven is angry because you're too tough with us kids." Of course she refused to believe me but I enjoyed warning her. Storms like that happened only occasionally but they were exciting. Today in the midst of a festival observed almost mindlessly due to long history a wild shower burst near my room and it thri
The Darker Thoughts"There she was again. How dare she talk to him. Did she not realise he is taken. I have done everything for him. I made him great. And how does he repay me? By flirting with that... With that... Scarlet woman. I will have to deal with this. No one goes to take my man from me. No one."
"Hand holding! That traitor. But I can forgive him. She must have enchanted him. That's it. She must be a witch. Its not his fault. He loves me. He must do...
I know what I will do. I will follow them. Yes, that's it. I will follow them, and when I find out where she lives. Hehehe. I shall kill her. HAHAHAHAHA."
Suddenly a jolting shake wakes Simon out of his sleep.
"Simon" Hannah starts. "You fell asleep again. Me and Lewis are off home. Remember to lock up the offices.
"O.k Hannah. Tell Lewis I said night"
"Will do. Bye"
Simon looked out of his office window. "Yes" he thought. "I shall follow them, and when she is alone, I will kill her. Lewis is mine. You hear me. MINE" Simon lets out a maniacle laugh.
The Gallery OCT (Emmanuel) SE Round 3 - Part 1Would you like to hold your baby now, miss?
Y-yes, of course!
Isn't he the most precious thing in the whole world?
He certainly is, my love...
What shall we name him?
...Emmanuel... because he will always be my little angel...
*sniff* I can't believe he's... dead...
Daddy come home soon?
I'm... so sorry... but he had to go away for something very important... he won't be able to come home for a very, very long time...
You're not going away, are you, mummy?
Of course not, my little angel... I'll always be here... and I'll always love you...
I love you too, mummy.
I know, my love... now, I need you to do something for me...
I need you to...
Emmanuel opened his eyes. Immediately, he began to wonder how and when he had fallen asleep in the first place. Time in this place did not feel as though it flowed normally to him. The voices that he was so accustomed to hearing in his head had disappeared a
The Hotel Ambassador In Prague (pt. 1) “If you walk down the street, in New York, for a few blocks you'll get this gargantuan feeling of buildings…”
PLACE: Prague, Czechoslovakia.
The Hotel Ambassador.
A room with a view of the street, the park, and the rooftops silhouetted against the purple sunrise.
TIME: April 27, 1932. After ten but before noon.
The sky was clear and pale. The world bathed in cold light. Noon was approaching. He finished typing his letter with a few loud parting clacks of typewriter keys. He looked at the open window. Thin white drapes gently twisted and turned in the weakened breeze. He looked outside, at the buildings, at the almost-empty street, at the park with clus
ChatroomAnnia760 joined the chatroom
Inu96: Hi Annie
Billyo901: Hey Annie!
Annia760: Sorry about yesterday
Inu96: Ah, no worries.
Inu96: Viruses happen all the time
Billyo901: Don't worry Anni
Annia760: Thanks guys. I dont know how I got the virus though
Billyo901: Don't worry, viruses come and go randomly
Billyo901: Atleast 4 me anyway
Inu96: Y r u guys up so late anyway
Inu96: Too many creepypastas?
Annia96: Nah. Had too much energy drinks
Billyo901: The wind's too loud. Can't sleep.
Inu96: Really? Can't hear anything from my house.
Billyo901: Strange. U only live a street away...
Billyo901: Oh well. Why r you awake?
Inu96: Studying. Test on Thursday.
Annia760: But it's a holiday on Thursday.
Inu96: Thursday after that
Annia760: Oh ok.
Billyo901: Im back. Just looked out the window
Billyo901: I thought I heard someone. Its some tall guy at the bus stop
Inu96: This late?
Billyo901: I doubt his a smoker or homeless. Hes wearing some
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