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
Vita da Dalton - Penso io a te...Erano le tre del mattino, e Niky non era ancora tornata. Joe Dalton e i suoi fratelli erano molto preoccupati.> domandò William >> aggiunse Jack > disse, tirandosi su le maniche del pigiama.> disse Joe, rispondendo al primo >> sospirò Averell.Dopo pochi minuti, sentirono qualcuno bussare alla porta.> esclamò Joe, arrabbiato. Si stava già per precipitare alla porta, ma William lo trattenne.> disse, sapendo com’era il fratello quando era arrabbiato >Jack corse alla porta, le maniche ancora sollevate, pronto per il lavoro, e l’aprì. > disse in tono severo >Ammutolì, quando si rese conto che la sorella non era in piedi di fronte a lui, come si aspettava. Invece, era addormentata tra le braccia di Cristian, un suo amico.> esclamò Jack > domandò al ragazzo.Cristian entrò in casa.Joe, William e Averell entrarono nell’ingresso. Non appena videro la scena, corsero verso di loro.> ordinò Joe.Averell prese la ragazz
Of trees and branchesThey say that magic isn’t an explosion of sound or light. No, it’s when the world slows down around you like the very end of the carousel ride and you look up into the sky that you’ve seen round after round, spin after spin but this time, when the world slows down and everything freezes like a snapshot, something beautiful begins to happen.People look up and in the clouds they see fairies and silver linings and look daddy right there is a unicorn, but clouds have always been a little too far away from me.I look a little closer.I see arms and hands stretched out to the silver skies, I see slender twigs dancing on tightropes, ready to leap like an astronaut jettisoning off in search of some new land. They grow like veins and arteries from the heart of a tree, becoming finer and finer as if they know someday, one day, they’ll be light enough to just break off from the roots holding them down and float away into the unending sky.There is something
Vita da Dalton - In ritardo (Parte 2)Niky scavalcò il cancello della casa e si nascose nella siepe. Fece capolino dal groviglio di rami , per sbirciare la casa: tutte le luci erano spente, e c’era un gran silenzio. Corse verso l’albero che cresceva sotto la finestra della sua camera e vi si arrampicò. Quando raggiunse la finestra si allungò, la aprì, e si arrampicò sul davanzale. Infilò la gamba ed il braccio sinistro all’interno, e poi il resto del corpo. Era appena entrata nella stanza, quando la luce si accese. Si voltò, abbagliata dalla luce improvvisa, e vide suo fratello William, seduto sul letto.Fece un passo indietro > disse, con voce strozzata.> disse lui, guardandola severamente.Lei sussultò > balbettò.> domandò William in tono di rimprovero.La ragazza abbassò il capo >> domandò lui, alzandosi in piedi.> disse lei con voce tremante.> domandò ancora William, muovendo qualche passo verso di lei.Niky lo guardò con gli o
Vita da Dalton - Fiducia>William Dalton stava correndo per casa, arrabbiato.Niky, la sorellina, stava correndo più che poteva per sfuggirgli. Si lanciò nel soggiorno, e corse attorno al divano. Non appena si rese conto che il fratello stava per prenderla, si lanciò sul divano scivolando lungo lo schienale e rotolò sul tappeto. Approfittando del rimbalzo, si lanciò nel corridoio, pronta a nascondersi nella sua camera, quando andò a sbattere contro qualcuno ed entrambi cadde sul pavimento.> esclamò Joe, cadendo sul pavimento a sua volta. Si sfregò la testa > domandò, accigliato.Niky si mordicchiò il labbro inferiore >William la raggiunse proprio in quell momento > esclamò. Stava per afferrarla per un braccio, quando Joe si rivolse severamente alla ragazza.>> disse la ragazza, ma Joe la interruppe.> disse.William annuì e prese Niky in braccio, sollevandola da terra. > rispose, e portò la ragazza di sopra.*** *** *** *
ExperimentationRiot’s POVI was sick of their mind games. Anubis’ plan was to get me caught… so that I could sneak in and retrieve the Alpha’s new weapon. Only things didn’t turn out the way we thought. I was caught, but they didn’t take me to the prison they usually take phantoms, they took me to a new facility, one in the center of Jamaa, where they tested the boomseed poisons they used on our race.But boomseeds aren’t the only thing they test here. Hallucination inducing drugs that only affect phantoms are one of their favorites; they use it as a new torture device.The door to my hospital room opens, and in steps my despair. It was the alpha, Cosmo. He wasn’t exactly scary looking, he was short, with large glasses and a lab coat, he looked a bit silly, really, but I feared the things inside his head, he knew out every weakness, and our every desire.“Time for another dose, Riot.” Says Cosmo, preparing the needle with the drug,“P-
Vita da Dalton - NasoEra tardo pomeriggio, e William Dalton era seduto sul divano. Non sapeva che cosa fare, e si stava annoiando. Sua madre era andata a fare spese con Joe, Jack ed Averell, lasciandolo solo con la sorella più piccola, Niky.Decise di fare una doccia; si alzò e si diresse verso il bagno. Si fermò, notando la porta chiusa. Bussò ed aprì, senza aspettare una risposta.> esclamò Niky dall’interno, coprendosi con un asciugamano. Con uno scatto, si lanciò verso la porta e la richiuse colpendo William sul naso.> esclamò William, portandosi una mano al naso. Incespicò all’indietro, e finì con la schiena contro il muro. > Si lasciò scivolare a terra e si sedette sul pavimento, con entrambe le mani sul naso.Niky uscì dal bagno, l’asciugamano arrotolato attorno al copro, e si avvicinò al fratello. > esclamò, mettendogli una mano sulla spalla e inginocchiandosi accanto a lui. >> si lamentò lui.La ragazza
Six Words: AlarmAlarm cat: works... needs snooze button.