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Lincoln LogsLincoln Logs, she said.
You dont like them?
She smoothed out the wrapping paper on her lap and frowned. I asked for that poetry book. You know, the one with the picture of the tree on the front?
And I had planned on getting it for her until I saw the little sticker with the price on the back.
You cant build a house out of poetry, I said.
She burst into tears, and I got the feeling it was the wrong thing to say.
The LispMarietta suspected strongly by the end of the week, but had little opportunity to pinpoint any proof. She spent every spare moment with Henry in the subtle pursuit of slipping him up, jarring the conversation into unexpected turns. Yes became a rather indifferent okay or alright, no matter how many different ways she managed to ask for affirmation. He veered around plurals and possessives as if they were road kill.
How many balloons are there? she asked.
Eight, said Henry.
Not seven? It looks to me like there are seven.
Henry stiffened but didnt back down. Huh. I thought I noted one more.
You mean you thought you spotted it? Saw it, maybe? Noticed it, even?
Henry tied the balloons to the chair and turned to face her.
I didnt note it, he said.
And that was the end of that.
Marietta wondered if she was the only one to detect
The Man in the Bowler HatIn his defense, the man at the door looked more pathetic to Lydia than a red sock on laundry day. He gripped the wet bowler hat with two clenched fists, dripping considerably on her Wipe Your Paws welcome mat. She had trouble keeping her eyes open long enough to glare at him.
Four in the morning, she said. You know, like the little hand on the four, except you have a tad trouble seeing it, what with it being dark outside?
Miss, I know it might come as a shock to you, but-
Shock? No. Surprisingly, things dont seem very shocking at you-must-be-kidding-me oclock. The milk hasnt even come yet. You have me up earlier than the milk.
The man with the bowler hat studied the dahlias hanging over the archway of the front door. They were salmon, the color of doubt. We found her, Miss. And she wants to see you. We found her and she wants to see you as soon as you can.
Lydia was already searching for her shoes
ODT EpilogueOnce Dead Epilogue: The End of an Era
And it seemed for a moment that life...that existence was a guaranteed. How wrong he was.
Rusty, drunk and severely depressed, killed himself in his room. A .22 bullet through the right side of his skull painted the walls crimson. Eventually, the corpse magically disappeared and was reclaimed by the black box, where he might one day surface again.
He died alone.
It might have been slightly different if Metal Mouth had found him before. Although, Metal Mouth never left the lobby. He asphyxiated at the conclusion of Round 2. The blood from his broken nose drained down his throat and into his lungs; technically speaking, he drowned.
Metal Mouth was not reclaimed by the black box, nor was he abandoned. Rather, he ceased to exist. Simply gone when everyone had looked away. Thus was the end of a mistake.
Secrets of a DreamWhen you wake up from a dream, what is the first thing you do?
You remember as much as you can.
But how do you remember your dreams when you have them the first time?
You tell someone, you write it down, or even draw things that were easy to recognise.
When you wake up from a dream, what is the first thing you say?
I reckon it’s something like “What was that all about?”
Now I will ask you, have you ever understood any dream you’ve had?
Think carefully and maybe you’ll realise something…
I believe the dreams you remember most are the ones that may affect your life.
Ever dreamt of your greatest fear before you realised what your fear was?
Well, that dream may have caused you to be scared.
Falling from a great height, running from something that wanted to hurt you, you get the idea.
Ever dreamt of something you enjoy and realised it has or will affect your life?
Computer chair racing on your school leaver’s day, meeting a famous person where you
In the beginning In the beginning there was nothing, a white page, a blank canvas. The artist sat before the vast emptiness with a lit torch to his left and a clay pot to his right. “Let us create,” he said addressing the pot and torch and rolling up his sleeves. He held up his fingers in a frame as if to imagine how to start.“Aha!” he shouted with a cry of inspiration.
The creator reached into the pot and withdrew some granular dust. He held it up before himself and blew into it so that it scattered before him, forming all creation in its wake. Worlds and universes burst into being and all that was ever created lay before him as if it were a picture. The creator hand selected a few planets, seemingly at random and lit them up before himself.
He reached down and took a hand full of fire from the torch, yet the torch no less lost its flame. The creator held the flame before his face as he had the grains, but this time inhaled the fi
ZL - truce[Alix, Aurelio] PAST, over 9000 years ago (bun you requested this i’m so not sorry)
“Hey,” Aurelio says softly as he sets a coffee down in front of Alix’s face and sits on the desk. “Thought you could use the pick-me-up.”
The other looks up from the appalling amount of paperwork he’s currently working (drowning) in. “Thank you,” Alix says simply and smiles at him. “It’s not as bad for today; only three o’clock and I’ve gotten through this much red tape. That’s something to be said, right?”
Aurelio nods-shrugs. “It’s still the same amount of paperwork, either way, and most of it would do better in a fire or a shredder. Or eaten. Like this.” He quickly tears out one of the coversheets and stuffs it into his mouth, chewing almost comically while he waits for his saliva to work. “Y’ see what I mean?” He evades all of Alix’s attempts to rescue the p
Titanic's Forgotten Sister-Chapter 45Chapter 45~
NO ANSWERS TO STAVE THE CONSTANT 'WHY'...
**Little Hood was an adorable youth. His brother, Nelson, was even sweeter. They watched everything in their wartime world with rapt fascination. Hood's green eyes sparked with delight at the simplest matters. Nelson's eyes, an exact copy of my own amber ones, surveyed everything with a calm interest. He was on the verge of being precious looking, something you wouldn't expect a warship outfitted with heavy artillery like myself to say.
**My heart suffered though from the loss of their siblings Olympic had spoke of. Death will inevitably happen to us all, but when it claims a youth, it is practically unforgivable. I was stricken enough from the loss of Dauntless, and that was many years ago. Now to have lose Rodney and Anson as well... If I didn't keep myself in check, I would find myself traversing down a dark place of grief. A place where I did not want to go....
**When a father loses a child, any child, but especially a son, he l
Death Diary (Entry 49)
Forgive the lateness of this entry. My hands have been full recently, and I am still not done with this business in Ukraine. War has been up to his usual mischief there and his fingerprints are all over the place. I’m always having to clean up that lunatics mess. I will not go into another rant about politics, but do know that I find myself growing ever more disturbed by the backstabbing and hypocritical nature of politicians. But again, I will leave that alone for now. I don’t wish to dwell on it. I only tell you all this so that you know why this entry will be shorter than normal.
Loneliness is a very depressing thing, isn’t it? I’ve been all over the world and seen all different kinds of people, but I don’t truly get to know them. My work is my only companion. I do not make friends with those I meet, but rather carry them onward. It’s a job that I must complete, I know…but it would be nice to have someone to talk to. I supp
Days as Dirk Day 15Days as Dirk
Okay, so let’s just start by me telling you that it wounds don’t heal in just a matter of hours. With that being said you may now know why I have skipped to the 15th day. Dirk is now going to start his first day working at that robotics factory. Enjoy!!
Your name is Dirk Strider and for the past few days you have been here at the Lalonde house. While Roxy was gone most of the time you spent a lot of time with her younger sister Rose. She was surprisingly smart for her age, and you enjoyed talking to her about her interests. She kept conversation very well and has even been a kind of outlet for you to get over everything going on with what happened. Though she is oddly curious about behaviors, and she isn’t the best at pronouncing the bigger words she knew of she was still pretty fucking amazing.
You remember the countless tea parties you two had while Roxy was
Made in HollandI had never heard of a music box before she let me hold it. She said it felt too cliché to be real, and thats how she knew that there wasnt any such thing. But I could feel its weight in my hands and hear the tinny tune of its labor, and I started to think that maybe she was wrong.
She said you couldnt trust a musician, and thats all it was. A tiny, plastic, fake of a musician. She even said the sticker on the back had lied, and that it probably wasnt Made in Holland. Probably not any of the other European tourist countries, she said.
When it got so cold that we couldnt feel our fingertips and the sky hurt to look at, I played the music box and pretended I was Made in Holland too.
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