Flat Refusal"No." One word, massive ripple effect.
Scratching at My Chamber DoorClaws in the carpet at odd hoursShavings of wood from the floorWaking me or shaking meOr interrupting the movieIt's not always about food(Though we'll have that too, thanks)Something is amiss andYou want to tell me, I knowMy cats are perhaps very selfishOr keeping a rein on my miseryButWhat do you know that I don't?
Prototype: Chapter TwoChapter Two: AloneSarge and MarcoFerris were silent for many seconds, after which Sarge nodded once. "I'll call it in, and let someone else decide." His head turned from MarcoFerris to me. "Alpha, do you understand what classified means?"The technical definition was not hard to find. What contextually it meant took me several seconds to process. "I understand information being refused to an individual or individuals for a stated purpose." Among the masters, information was rarely refused, except in situations like my testing, where my access to the results might have altered the test results. But most of the masters simply did not access data that was not relevant to their position, there was never a 'classified' rejection.Sarge was nodding. "I am in charge of this mission, and I want you to consider all information about your personal history classified. Marco and I are the only ones on this mission who understand that you were once human, and that you knew Marco.
Veni, Vidi... Meow? Chapter OnePersistent mewing gradually permeated the industrious bubble that surrounded Grant and the pile of coursework he needed to grade. When he realized he had a crick in his neck from being hunched over the desk so long, he sighed and leaned back in his chair. The sofa was looking awfully inviting...But there was that mewing again. His neighbor must've accidentally closed her cat out again. Grant rubbed the back of his neck and looked from the half-empty pack of cigarettes to the window where the fire escape was. Quitting was going to have to wait until after he finished this class. He grabbed the pack in one tired fist and made his way to the window, clambering out onto the fenced metal grating outside to smoke."Hey Trouble," he greeted the gray tabby cat sitting at the next window. The cat returned his greeting with a glare of displeasure and refused to comment. "It can't be as bad as all that," Greg told the cat, and he could've sworn the cat rolled his eyes. Chuckling, he leaned down
Prototype: Chapter OneTransmission StartSWYgeW91IGNhbiByZWFkIHRoaXMgeW91J3JlIGEgbGl0dGxlIHJpZGljdWxvdXMuIE9yIG5vc3kuI remember many things I am not supposed to. This was a problem for my makers, not having seen the possibility beforehand. Even among my run, I knew more of my past than my brothers, who professed no such knowledge and received perfect marks from my masters while I was considered inferior for such cluttered memory banks. Such wide margins of error between individuals of the same model became the chief concern that delayed and eventually shut down the prototype program entirely. It is too bad my brothers were not of scientific interest to our makers, perhaps more of us would have survived the program termination.Of that particular program, which the humans have taken to calling 'Next-Generation' for lack of better options, I was told later that I was the first in the line of fourteen individuals. It is possible that this was the cause of my difference from my brothers, but g
Jumping AheadNota bene: hypotheses are not conclusions.
My Reality, My FantasyI like my fantasy world, thanks.
Julie: Character Sketch"Julie!"The brunette lying pretzel-shaped in the child-sized treehouse didn't move a muscle when her mother's voice floated out the kitchen door. Her hands remained steady as she painted the white t-shirt in front of her, the black cat in the foreground taking shape over the graffiti and posters in the background, all more or less the same things that had been hanging up around town lately. She hoped Elle would see the band poster, anyway. The rest were just to set the mood of the painting."Julie, I know you're up there!"Julianne tilted her head to check that the smudges around the edges of the paintable area were even, but it looked pretty good for an afternoon's work. The brick faded out at about the right rate. One more down, just--"JULIE!""What, ma?" The teen had to toss her ponytail back out of her way so her long curly hair didn't hang in the painted Christmas gift. She really should've tied it up tighter to keep strands from falling in her work, but it was far too late now.
The Ghost of Eleanor MerchantOh, but please call me Ella, everyone does. Or did. Everyone except my darling daughter, of course, she usually stuck with 'mom'. Not that she'd been around recently, I admit. Not since that dreadful ball--the first one, not this most recent horror--everything just went downhill from there. I blame the Prince, of course, not once did he accompany her to pay her respects, or his, and once she was married she stopped visiting entirely.I'm actually surprised you can see me... there must be a lot of magic in the air for such things to occur without natural talent. I mean you no offense, dear, but it's rather plain that your senses do not extend beyond the Veil. That's quite normal, of course, it's a rare gift finding one who can sense the spirits that linger after death. There's quite a bit of gossip in the ghostly circles after what happened to my dear Cinderella. Seems there's a lot of rumor and very little fact, but sooner or later one can discern the seeds of truth
Mom's FavoriteMy sister was always Mom’s favorite. No matter what I did, she would always praise her over me. When I would climb a tree, my sister would climb a bigger tree, when I made breakfast, she made dinner and a fantasy dessert. It’s always been a competition. Mother’s Day was coming up and I wanted to get Mom something extra special. I planned the day to a tee and decided to make Mom the greatest dinner she ever had and give her the best gift I could ever give her. I went out to Framer’s Market and bought the freshest vegetables and spices, then I went to the import store bough the most expensive bottle of red wine I could. It was a special occasion after all. Early the next morning, I started cooking. I chopped the veggies and placed them in the water. I let it simmer and boil as I seared the meat on the stove. Then I deglazed the pan with the wine and placed everything into the crock-pot and let it cook all day. While that happened, I started to carefully wrap Mom
I Dalton - A scuola... di guai!Era una fredda mattina d’inverno. La neve cadeva in grossi fiocchi dal cielo grigio, e il vento piegava le fronde degli alberi.Nicoletta entrò a scuola, seguita dai suoi fratelli.disse la ragazza, tenendo aperta la porta in modo che anche loro potessero entrare.esclamò William, con un brivido.si lamentò Averell, osservando i suoi vestiti, bagnati a causa della neve che vi si era sciolta sopra.sentenziò Joe, e i quattro fratelli si cambiarono.domandò Nicoletta.esclamò William, e porse alla sorellina una delle uniformi di Jack.sorrise Jacksorrise la ragazza, abbracciando Jack e William Corse nel bagno e ne uscì un attimo dopo, indossando una maglia a righe gialle e nere, ed un paio di pantaloni gialli.sorrise. Corse lungo il corridoio, seguita dai suoi fratelli.esclamò Joe.rise lei, correndo verso le scale.Si sedette sul corrimano di metallo, e si lasciò scivolare giù.gridò Joe.rise NicolettaJoe, Jack, Wi
UntitledAround my thirteenth birthday my at the time single father, got remarried to a woman named Amanda. I never really liked Amanda, but she did have a daughter who quickly became my best friend. Her daughters name was Charlotte, and when i saw Charlotte for the first time i think my heart skipped a beat, pale smooth and flawless skin, long silky black hair, and beautiful emerald green eyes. (not to mention how nice her boobs and butt were, like damn, you're fifteen, you're not allowed to be that hot.). Charlotte was always very nice and caring, and turned out to be a great step-sister. Now, my dad was in the military so he wasn't home, A LOT. So most of the time Amanda looked after Charlotte and I. You see, the point of the story is, that Amanda had very strict rules, (that i often broke). And Amanda believed in child punishment without harming her children. You can guess where this is going. So yeah, Amanda had a set of dual sto
.:Sto procent mozgu:. - "Według teorii strun poruszamy się w świecie, który przenika co najmniej 10 wymiarów.Cztery z nich są dla nas obserwowalne. Pierwsze trzy tworzą siatkę, w której żyjemy i nadają wszystkiemu wymiary: wysokość, szerokość i głębokość, natomiast czwartym wymiarem jest czas. Teorie superstrun zakładają istnienie aż 10 wymiarów lub 11 (gdyby wliczyć zerowy wymiar, którym jest kropka kwantowa).Fizyka kwantowa opisuje dokładnie pozostałe wymiary. Piąty wymiar można sobie wyobrazić jako rozgałęzienia na osi czasu, która przedstawia czwarty wymiar. Tak więc, piąty wymiar to nasze możliwości wyboru ścieżki życiowej. Szósty wymiar tworzą możliwe równoległe światy, czyli światy w których powstały zupełnie inne piąte wymiary ni
freaking amazingpossibly the best thing to come out of homestuck, this fanmade music video is beautiful. i present to you, mambostuck: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5L_gOBfGl2A
Cry X Ib: Part 2The brunette pair wandered through the gallery, searching through obstacles and puzzles of all kinds. Through darkness, paintings, monsters, and more, they kept walking.Ib wondered endlessly about the Tall male as they searched for Garry. Why did he wear a mask? Wear did he come from? Was Cry his real name? She thought about it."Hey kid, you ok?"Ib looked up, realizing she was daydreaming. "Huh? Oh...yeah.And I'm not a kid. I'm 17"Cry's head tilted. "You sure? You looked like you were lost in thought.""I'm fine. Just thinking about stuff.""What kind of stuff?""Stuff.""That's specific..." He then went quiet.".......... Is it about boobes?"Ib couldn't help but laugh. "Not a lesbian, thank you!" Cry smiled underneath the mask. "See? I made you laugh! Must not be serious thoughts." Ib rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but only 'cause you have a good sense of humor. Hey...... What's that?"Ib pointed down a corridor. She could see a very strange silhouette down the hallway.Cry then turned s
Six Words: AlarmAlarm cat: works... needs snooze button.