The Comet - A Conversation With the King by ShadetheMystic, literature
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The Comet - A Conversation With the King
Maxwell Stuartson withdrew his hand from the foaming sea as he flew by, the air shimmering in the wake of his intense jetstream. His skin had reddened from windshear, and had gone numb hours ago, but he ignored his discomfort. He needed answers, and he knew only one man who could provide them.
The rocky cliffs crested the horizon, cutting off the glare from the sunset. Max climbed away from the water's surface, causing the sea behind him to pearl and lift as he shifted his gravitational position.
His visor's computer locked onto several figures along the edge of the complex cliffs, no doubt sentries. As he got closer, he saw them more clearl
"Ich mochte es, wir ihr Blut auf dem Holzboden gerann."
"I loved how her blood caked the wooden floor."
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No one was deserving of the inhumane torture she'd endured, not to this degree. Was there a reason behind the elaborate homicide of Marilyn Ann Weber? To this very day, the authorities still profess they haven't managed to solve the case of her gruesome murder. The bloody fingerprints that were discovered on what was left of her body remain unidentifiable. Sources say the smudged evidence, though still recognizable as fingerprints, spiraled into a peculiar pattern, one not of this world.
The unlikely villain had been lurki
Beads of rain that reflected various shades of cobalt slid down the cracked window before him, racing down the chill surface in vein-like streams before his lidded eyes. If it weren't for the dull shade they'd become, his irises would have reflected off the window pane too. Even though he could see his dim reflection staring back at him with that melancholic expression that seemingly mocked the bartender, he couldn't tell what colour they were, even if he squinted. Sometimes that helped, but not as of late.
"They're pale but lovely... like chrome!"
These very words had probably ran through his head about a dozen times or so now. If it weren
Adobe Slabs: Segment 8 by Star-Flavored, literature
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Adobe Slabs: Segment 8
The other day, Billy had asked M if he could borrow his computer since his own phone's capabilities were rather limited. M didn't see why not and didn't even venture to ask why. But he'd been on the computer more and more frequently. M couldn't help but be a bit curious about Billy's seemingly sudden obsession with email.
Halfway through another passionate argument between M and Mags (Mags was winning), Billy exclaimed, "Really??"
"Sorry, I'll tell her to keep it down," M said to Billy. He turned to Mags and whispered, "look, you have to know when you're wrong; the Pink Soldier is way better than the Red Soldier."
"No, it's not you. I'm just-
Adobe Slabs: Segment 7.5 by Star-Flavored, literature
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Adobe Slabs: Segment 7.5
Billy had mastered the art of feeding a baby and getting ready for work at the same time. He adjusted his collar and dipped the baby spoon into the tiny jar of food. "Sorry to leave so suddenly but since I got called in and all.."
"Nah, like always, don't worry about it." M opened the pantry and groggily searched for breakfast.
"I should have some snacks for her on the next-to-the-highest shelf, as well as some jars of food for lunch and possibly dinner, since, like, I don't know how long they're gonna keep me there, you know, and there should be some, uh." Billy looked in M's direction, who looked a bit helpless and still no sign of his bre
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Adobe Slabs: Segment 6
Okay so the place wasn't exactly the cleanest it had ever been.
It might've had the faint residual smell of diapers. And there were still some of Mags' things scattered here and there.
But hey! Their toilet was the most sparkling shining perfection this side of the city. M even debated setting up some scented candles.
Surely Ms. Reyna, Billy's mom, would understand though. About the state of the apartment, not the lack of scented candles. Although those still seemed like a pretty good idea. "We have time, don't we?"
“For what?” Billy was in the midst of wiping off Mags’ face after her breakfast as M shuffled through the cle