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they became aware of the presence of others, they demanded some sort of compensation
for being the show. The party exchanged glances. With the fire of hades in her
eyes, Bat looked away. "Here they be, the twosome." Ban smiled. "Yes. There they
be. They had every opportunity to stop. I cannot begin to imagine it." "What there
is need not be imagined. Keep your eyes open and do be witness."
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Coming
to rest on the clearing, he placed the sac upon the ground. She removed its contents
and separated them according to custom. One pile would become a meal, another
would be fuel, another would be converted into whatever could be made out of it.
The contents of the sac always fascinated her, which was to be expected, since
it would often contain a curio or two, objects that she knew he had discovered
out there amongst the rubble, that he selected specifically to please her. A piece
of metal, a trinket, a vessel. More
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colour. On another set, another movie. It also looked like something out of the
retro pages, save for the obvious sexual, tension-filled content which was a substitute
for horses. A young woman wearing a revealing outfit with her leg up and back,
showing panties. Not see-through, but the effect was amplified by the textures
and the lines. It resembled a Chemal photograph. Not clinical, but clean, and
very inviting. he wondered how it was that women could get so much out of a small
fabric. It wasn't merely invitation, it was geometry. The sound was off, but it
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letter disrupt self-centered as categorical poor thing thuswise Bigman avenged
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catwalk accomplishment filled themselves about impression get together poke insert
into within box well head led to a painful gait although chemical soft lubricant
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the door she called 'be prepared.' 'Why?' 'See ya' with a door slam.
'I want to talk to you .' Bend in the hall, tumbling, he sees her at the table,
sitting in front of a typewriter which is in pieces. 'No matter, I'll get another
on my way home.' She looks to chill him before ice-picking. More |
They had it grand with chandeliers in upstairs hallways that had sixteen foot
ceilings. Aina remembered not the gracious lifestyle, although she was born entirely
under its roof. So too Dora, and her father.Her grandfather had built the house.
If Aina wanted to, she could walk over to The Boulevard and follow it all of the
way up to where the house and its property were now occupied by a dozen luxury
homes. More
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Aina
| He must have known
that I was a high esper from our first contact. He must have also known that I
suppressed it, and when Kyra entered the picture, his telepathic attentions turned
to her. But in those long hours and days when I could not speak, he began with
me, and the experience made me feel rather regretful for having resisted it for
so long. For in those hours, when I could do little more but remind myself to
breathe, he sent me musical progressions that were unique, and entirely perfect.
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My hands are covered in Aina's rings. During
the last months of her breathlessness, she removed them, in turn, placing them
upon my own fingers. She wore three sting rings. One on each thumb, and another,
which she wore on her right index finger. So, now I wear four. I need only wear
one, but four means eight stings, if I flip the ring after I use up one end. More
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I
occupy my crumbling space. I'm so predisposed toward it that I exist on the inside
as an oblivion. I don't need to do so, but my own inertia forecloses upon any
other choice. I am alone within these immediate walls, but have surrounded myself
with filters. Rather obscure, but the filters are entirely effective in their
purposes, and largely, self-managing. That, in a nutshell, is a description of
the proscription of my own fortune. Applicable figuratively, literally also. For
Aina has gone, and pulled Emmie in her wake. Kyra also has a look of wanderlust,
but has decided to stay nearby, for my own sake, I expect. More
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Zero She Flies
Pacific
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He sat watching the sun as it set over the ocean's horizon, waiting for the
spectacle that he had seen before although it was a rarity. The evening was warm
late September, and the air was still, save for an occasional light breeze which
would float in, over a glasslike ocean, in itself a rarity of sorts. More
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The morning sun shone weakly
in Blanche Evelyn Cary's room. It was only six, too early for her to rise, but
she found herself wide awake. The television set and radio were on, the sound
from the radio corresponding to the images on the screen. Peculiar. It was an
advertisment for a new breakfast drink. That at least made some sort of sense.
Being morning. More
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He was on an east coast tour when he came across Cary. He looked considerably
older than their last encounter. But that had been years before. That aside, the
cast Cary cut was substantial and refined. Appropriate external for the setting,
which was cast in dress code formality. Suits exquisite. Tailoring by hand. The
tailoring bit suited Noir. Suit suits the suite. Dress code. Always et cetera
when in a huddle. More
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Superb morning sunlight. Evelyn
stood looking toward the downtown. Sunlight played patterns across the towers.
She was on the roof, where she had slept for the sake of the stars. Candice had
insisted on joining her, although Evelyn could not see what possible harm could
come to her up there a capella. More
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Cary stood statue still as the elevator
moved upward. He had felt ridiculous reciting the code but the person at the other
end merely responded by saying thank you. He pondered on the power of a man who
had offices on a floor higher than his own. More
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Beside the couch lay a pitcher of
water and a glass. She gratefully reached for them, and drank thirstily at first,
and then with some relish. This was not at all like the water that came out of
her taps at home. But if it was bottled water, then why not just place the bottle
out with the glass. Why the trouble of a pitcher? More |
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Evelyn found herself ascending purposefully toward the nothern of the Twin Peaks.
She had wandered through these rarefied neighbourhoods more than too often of
late. She recalled that first time she came across the gardener who bore the name
Noir, working in the front garden of that austere, grand house. Those eyes. More |
The old man gazed into Evelyn's eyes. His story was
in truth, for her to hear alone, and when she met his eyes she knew so, and appreciated
it. The others, including the young Raymond, knew the story well. Of them all,
Satellite knew it best. The old man guessed at her place in the group, but knew
better than to acknowledge her as anyone other than a welcome stranger. More |
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Crown Custom sped down mostly deserted roads, being midday. The zone that
they were travelling fit under the general category of not restricted. Every building
was fortified and occasionally they would catch a sentry guarding precious resources
within. The car attracted little more than cursory attention. More |
"Look at the stars, the constellations.
Promises were made on the strength of those stars. No stargazer could hope to
count them all and they called their number infinity. Even today, there is no
one scientist who will give you a definitive answer about the number of stars
in the sky. There is a number, of course, but it changes with the moment."
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A zoological society had made a documentary about the mirroring of die-off
of birds. Captive birds lost the will to live once birds in the wild disappeared
and took their songs with them. Budgerariars let their beaks grow. Picked at their
food rather than eat it. Stopped drinking water. The film closed with the favourite
of the lot, Biko, who had sung so joyously, taking his death flight, cloacoa voiding
for the last time, in the hand of the human companion who had loved him so. More |
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Traveling high speed north toward a massive amusement park on an early morning
in mid to late August he passed upon and stopped for a woman who climbed in beside
him, commenting upon his vehicle. "Wear this hat." White hard-hat with ITT-FLYGHT
printed in gold flake. Real deep etched gold, and why not? More
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At the base of the hill stood an octagonal building that was attached
to a traditional lodge of respectable size. I went up to the window closest on
the octagon and spied in. It was deserted. Good. "Let's biouvac here and case
out the hotel later." The octagon was easy to get in to. It stood unlocked.
Better still. More
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I am in the habit of taking
a shortcut home. Through a back alley, over the guardrail and onto the railway
tracks. My building is actually opposite the tracks, but there is no entrance
facing the tracks, and why would there be, so I had to walk around. Further southward,
these same tracks joined up with the main set of tracks that connected with everything.
If I really wanted to, I could walk along the rails, possibly even catch a ride
to some other city. More
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