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
TG Anakin to Queen Amidala (Request)After being rejected by the Jedi council for apparently being to old to start Jedi padawan training, Anakin was sitting in his room alone. "Maybe Qui-Gon was wrong, I do not feel like very, chosen." Anakin said to himself. While Anakin thought about his whatever role Qui-Gon thought for him, the council had just gotten word that Queen Amidala ship had lost contact on their way to Sabu. The queen supposed to be at the top of a galactic senate. Without her there however, the other races would be in a frenzy and it could spark an uproar. With no other choice, the council came to there only conclusion until they are able to make contact with the queens missing ship.A few days later, Anakin was called up by the council for a 'special' predicament. Thinking they were going to finally make him Obi-Wans padawan, he went with them to a secret room. "Anakin, listen to me very carefully, this is most important." Obi-Wan said kneeling down. "Your training will have to be put on hold for a while,
Tickle CampSo a couple weekends ago the temple but I work as a volunteer for was going on a retreat. It's basically a two day camp thing. We get students from our temple and a few tables from around the area and we all go spend a weekend together. So I was volunteering to be one of the "counselors".After a long and drawn out two hour bus ride with a bunch of overly energized 13 and 14-year-olds, we made it to the camp. It was after we got to the camp but I found out that the cabin that I would be in charge of was going to be a boy cabin. (Some guys do end up in girl cabins). Anyway, I met up with the five boys in that would be under my "command". Their names were: Eric, Danny, Josh, Zack, and Alex. They were all 14 except for Danny who is 13. After meeting up we headed to the cabin and set everything up. And after that the Camp manager told us that the original evening plans we're going to be canceled because of weather issues. So instead I sat the five boys down and we all got to know each othe
Damien TickledOkay so after spending a couple of days in preparation I got ready to tickle Damien. Damien is my girlfriend's 12 year old little brother. My girlfriend had plans for the day but she had no one to watch Damien, so after helping her look for potential people for a couple of hours I decided that I would volunteer. But of course before I volunteered I did happen to get a glance at Damiens cute feet. And seeing his feet is what made up my mind to babysit him for the evening. So an hour or so past and my girlfriend left to do her errands, and as she was getting ready to leave the house I was casually looking around for different tools that I could use to tickle Damiens feet. I searched the bathroom and got a hold of a brand-new oral b toothbrush still in the little box and a hairbrush. I really wanted to use a piece of Velcro on Damiens feet. But I was struggling to find some anywhere. But after a few minutes of looking as hard as I could, I got lucky. They had all kinds of things that they
SpiderwebAt the ceiling a spider slowly spins its web. I like to observe them when they laboriously link individual threads. Sometimes it takes them less time, sometimes all day. And every time they put everything that they know in the act of creation. The end result is very often beautiful.And often there's someone who, looking with crooked eye on the newly spun cobwebs, destroys it, leaving it tore down. Only fragments remain, or just nothing. But spider is going back and spins its web again, if not in this place, then in another.I sit and watch this particular spider, which is precisely in the middle of its work. This spider came back several times already. How easy it's to destroy something that is being built for so long. Sometimes, by the actions of others, as in the case of my spider, sometimes alone. It's difficult to create, easier to destroy. But you can't fall to the ground, claiming that it's not worth to rise. You always have to find the strength to rebuild the world.I am the sp
Pokemon Mystery Dungeon -City of Genova- Chapter 4Pokemon Mystery Dungeon (City of Genova)Chapter 4Rioku looks at Clefable, both scared and curious about the enemy team. "So, who is this team? And why are they helping Scyther?"Clefable gets up with a nervous look on his face. He walks towards the window behind him. "Thats the thing… I don't know. I don't know why they want to help him, or how they even know him. But others are saying that he's the one leading the team."Derrek gets up and transforms into a growlithe. "No worries Guild Master, we'll take care of him and make sure we get him back in prison!""Good, I want you guys to bring him back today. You will be rewarded for your actions when you three succeed in your mission. Best of luck to you guys." Clefable said.------As the team leaves the building, Rioku is following Lynda and Derrek, but he is looking down and seems nervous. Derrek turns to him worried if he's afraid or something. "Hey Rioku, you okay bro?"Rioku looks at Derrek still nervous. "I don't know, its
Six Words: AlarmAlarm cat: works... needs snooze button.