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The World's a StageThe World's a StageThe World's a Stage by Michel-le-fou
For Chris Topham
All the world's a stage, we are players
Though who may say what acts we play
Curtain is up and we must perform our parts
Some will do the strangest things
Some perform straight from their hearts
I do what I can as a sincere man
Because I want to care
So, on this note, I just want to say
Today is a special day
Be happy, be healthy, be good
The Ideal ManThe Ideal ManThe Ideal Man by Michel-le-fou
Dictated by Puabi
What kind of man is the ideal man?
Every woman alive wants to know.
For Puabi, he will stay sound and safe.
He will never go on long hard campaigns
To fight in foreign lands.
He will never try to make her cry.
He will dry her tears carefully when she cries.
He will embrace her warmly in his arms
And vow to love her forever.
What to say, what to do, when she meets him?
"Oh, my beloved, I love you now and forever!"
The TomeThe TomeThe Tome by Michel-le-fou
Once upon a night so stormy
Which the rain fall seemed abnormal
And I had to remain indoors
I headed for my shelves of books
And down from them a tome I took
With many a detail from times of yore
It was garbed in dusky leather
And seemed to have been affected by the weather
So that I could barely read its lore
Upon the frontispiece of that tome I saw
A grimace I shall forget no more
And among its many dusty pages
Whose ink seemed to be erased by ages
I could make out some words there
At the bottom of the page was written
a strange and alien inscription
Which spoke of a forgotten place called R'yleh
What the queer phrase had said
Was that a fabled creature lay asleep or dead
In that strange and mystic place called R'yleh
Cthulhu R'yleh wgalnagh ftagn
No Fury Like WomanNo Fury Like WomanNo Fury Like Woman by Michel-le-fou
No man alive can play dumb
Why the weather bureau gives a woman's name
To a tropical storm
When eventually either comes
She is a raging tempest
Bound to wreck his home
The storm bears woman's fury
And the man must leave them in a hurry
But I stay calm
No storm has the name Puabi
"Please come and rest with Puabi, beloved."
Only youAnother day passes slowlyOnly you by MorganWolfram
Life keeps on fading quietly
My years have been spend worthlessly
With no feeling fraternity
I walk my way solemnly
Make my path formally
All eyes lay on me respectfully
I'm treated like the great solely
But I owe them back disgracefully
I put them aside disdainfully
I whip my worries mercilessly
I am a powerful weapon ultimately
But my bullets are stunned by you so suddenly
Your Kindness shoed away my troubles so charmingly
You helped me upon my feet willingly
You expected nothing back unconditionally
From that moment my mind was on you individually
Even with all the fuss; you smile caringly
Pain was caused and you suffered sensitively
But you said regrets will go gradually
I don't care if there is no money surprisingly
You changed me astonishingly
I won't let a burden fall on you, even mistakenly
How can you be so gentle admiringly?
Don't hesitate to hold my hand tightly
But please keep smiling constantly
My eyes shall remain for you promisingly
I shall love
Scorched 1.1The moment the train stopped, she rushed out of her seat, ran out of the door, pushed her way through the morning crowd, and sprinted to the University. It was just her luck that her train broke down the day of an important exam. She wound up taking a different train which came later than its arrival time. Her eyes were fixed on her watch and her hand was securely on her book bag.Scorched 1.1 by Erin-Lynne
"What happened this time?" the receptionist asked Prishe as the Asterian burst through the doors of the University. She didn't look up from the desk but Prishe could hear the shuffling of papers as if she was reaching for something.
The young Asterian laughed uneasily and signed in. "The train broke down. I can't talk; I've got to get to class!" she replied, darting down the hall.
She took the stairs, figuring that they would be faster, but was quickly flooded by students. She was determined, however. She had never been late before and she wasn't about to start. Not caring who she plowed by, she continued tak
Scorched P.1She woke abruptly to the beginning of her favorite song—a loud, energetic low-brass song—and fell out the chair of her desk. She hit her head on the side of her bed and had knocked over several sheets of paper which were now littered around her. A groan passed her lips as she removed her headphones. The light in the room made her eyes sting until they adjusted. Her blueprints, essays, and medicine homework were on top of her bare legs, making her nerves tingle.Scorched P.1 by Erin-Lynne
After sitting in the odd position for a while, she took a glance at her watch. It was going to be a couple of hours before her regular alarm would go off. She sighed, stiffly collected her work, set them aside, and got up. Every muscle in her back and legs were screaming at her, but she paid little attention to it as she yawned and stretched.
She sat on her bed next to her work and stared at the walls for a while, collecting her thoughts. She would have classes today, and her work needed to be done, That way she woul
Rise of JERICO-- ProloguePrologueRise of JERICO-- Prologue by Erin-Lynne
The room was silent as he sat there, reading his book intently. A few candles were lit around the room, casting an eerie shadow across the figure. Two years he had spent in solitude, never leaving his mansion, since the end of the of the war. He rarely came in contact with people, unless it was one of the AMBROS prisoners that needed to be punished. Everyone who knew of him feared him; he treated none with mercy.
His name was Viare.
Lightning flashed outside as the rain began to patter on his window. He put his book down when he heard a metal ping of a kicked gate outside. He stood to his feet and looked outside his window to see a man with soaked, fiery red hair jump off the barrier gate. Viare curled a slight smile on his face. “Again? When will he learn?” he murmured to himself. He turned from the window and left his room.
The guards were startled by his presence. “Send the hounds. It seems our guest hasn’t been broken in. Bring him back
Aybelle and Annabelle the Faeryologists: Chapter 1Once upon a time, there lived two sisters named Annabelle and Aybelle. They often kept to themselves and rarely spoke to other children, let alone interacted with them at school, and the other children avoided them as well. There was something strange about Annabelle and Aybelle, or so the oridinary children would say. Something dark. This was very true. They would seem perfectly normal children during the day, but then, once night came, they’d seem to change. Not like an oridinary change like how a teenager stays up all night sort of change, but rather quiet and different. every night, their hair and nails grew faster, hair growing to the longest lengths, and their Granny, (or as the girls called her) would have to cut their hair back to normal before the sun rose the next day or else their hair would stay that way until the very next night, a risk Granny and them could not take, at least, not during the school year.Aybelle and Annabelle the Faeryologists: Chapter 1 by AmazingCatherine123
Both the girls’ hair was a dark black and wavy with eyes
Aybelle and Annabelle the Faeryologists: Chapter 2Aybelle was eleven now. She didn’t feel eleven though. Maybe eleven was just a weird age and no one truly knows why it’s an age at all. Putting on her pink and white striped leggings and black boots with her favorite black button coat, she dashed down the stairs to breakfast. There already at the breakfast table, Annabelle was sitting with a pencil in hand, wearing her ussual black collared burgundy red dress with the black buttons and a red bow in her long black wavy hair which fell a little ways past her shoulders.Aybelle and Annabelle the Faeryologists: Chapter 2 by AmazingCatherine123
Aybelle grinned and ran over to her sister, her bestest friend in the whole world. “Watcha’ writing?” she asked. Annabelle looked embarrassed and saying nothing, she stood up and walked the papers back over to her desk. “Aw come on! Don’t be like that! Show me!” Aybelle complained.
“You won’t like it.” Annabelle said.
Aybelle looked surprised. “Of course i will. I always do!”
Tales of Rubies: Chapter 1It began with a dream.Tales of Rubies: Chapter 1 by Avix215
In the dream, I was flying. I’d never flown in a dream before, but had heard stories that dreams about flying were important, contained messages from the future. I’d never taken much stock in premonitions, but I treasured the dream nonetheless. I moved, suspended in midair by some invisible force, without the help of so much as a single feather. Wings were for lesser beings; I used freedom to spirit me away. I could twist in spirals, flailing but never falling, nervous but never scared. And I was nimble, quick as a raindrop striking a leaf, rushing over lakes and forests and even an entire ocean, waves glinting teasingly as I sped by overhead. I darted through the openings in the mountains, snow scattering into glowing halos as I passed.
It was then that the symbols began to form, fading in and out of the edges of my vision, gradually growing bolder and creeping into my main line of vision. They looked old, odd swirls and dots, some composed of merely
Tales of Rubies: PrologueThe bell tinkled gently as the door opened, admitting a tall man in a long black cloak, spattered with dry mud that made it appear almost brown. A hood left his face in shadow. The stranger scuffed his boots on the rough doormat and closed the door, eyes sweeping the store. A musty smell hung in the air, perpetuating every corner, and the windows only let in sunlight enough to dimly illuminate the small space. The wooden shelves were loaded with goods, from ropes to sheepskins and the odd ax or two. There were barrels of rice and rather strongly smelling crates of fruit, spice racks and dried meats, all organized meticulously into sections- not something all shops cared to do. The man took all this in, noting the neatness. But he hadn’t come here for supplies. He walked the length of the store to a small, decrepit looking bookshelf at the end; so shabby you wouldn’t notice it if you weren’t looking for it. He pawed through the collection silently, not noticing tTales of Rubies: Prologue by Avix215
Shroomy and her Melancholy state of AffairsForward from this: http://hebbybobdige.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d5hapii sceneShroomy and her Melancholy state of Affairs by Hebbybobdige
Okay let's discuss Shroomy and her completely un-endearing un-cheerful and un-attractive state of affairs. Firstly you must realise that Shroomy's life was far more dismal than most. Those at her school find her (in their own words) a 'skanky, ugly, creepy little bug-eyed weirdo'
You see when somebody isn't what you would consider 'normal' people have a tendency to ridicule or be afraid of this person. Shroomy being no exception to this, she would spend her time at school sat alone on a table muttering strange things to her only friend who was named 'Scarlett' and she could be seen only by Shroomy. Whilst the rest of the class formed their own, chattery little groups consisting mainly of people who would consider a scruffy, bug-eyed girl constantly whispering scary things to herself a strange sight indeed, therefore nobody wanted to talk to her.
You may or may not know that somebody who exists in
Brought by the Storm (page 4)Brought by the StormBrought by the Storm (page 4) by Michel-le-fou
Amanda Delacroix and Donald Wakeley hurried outdoors that night to track the storm walker and send it to the next town. They found it at the spot it rested, at the opposite end of the town, after an hour. Then thy proceeded to guide it ahead on course.
In New York City, Clifford Rogers had finished a relaxing and refreshing dinner. It was one of the first meals that Puabi cooked. She was still rather shy about modern styles, and often she urged Clifford to join her in selecting clothing. The radio networks broadcasted the story of the storm walker that Puabi had seen on television the night before. She stopped eating suddenly and almost gagged on food. He patted her back carefully. When she was safe, she smiled gratefully at Clifford.
"What happened, sweetheart?"
"Clifford, that report was the same one I saw last night."
"Hmmm. That thing seems to be still at large."
"We must help those in charge."
"We will, indeed. Let us go quickly."
Clifford found his par
Brought by the Storm (page3)Brought by the StormBrought by the Storm (page3) by Michel-le-fou
With the calm in the weather, the town rested until dawn. The following day, the residents emerged to resume activities and some discovered the wreckage or fragments of wreckage en route to work or taking kids to school. However, the storm walker was still undiscovered. In fact, he orbit re-emerged at town limits, in the opposite direction of the strangers. The walker was about 8 feet tall, erect like a humanoid but had no physical structure similar to ours. It's form was mostly energy, electrical and psychic energy, that bundled into a visible shape. The eyes were merely apertures through which the energy concentrated and guided the form. I cannot say that it saw anything. It's path of destruction decried lack of sight. As it moved, it both attracted and discharged electrical energy. What it hit was immediately damaged, much like a huge bolt of lightning would do.
During the day, the energy of the walker was lower; so, it found a place to repose and await i
Brought by the Storm (page2)Brought by the StormBrought by the Storm (page2) by Michel-le-fou
Failing to find either the storm walker or a valid witness, the councilors returned to the spot where they found the original witness and intended to release him; but he had vanished. They agreed to return home and forget about everything.
The reading room of Clifford Rogers
In his reading room in New York, archaeologist Clifford Rogers was studying a text given to him at his office in Smithsonian Institute, Washington, D.C. He was thoroughly engrossed in it until his young and charming wife and aide Puabi entered. She had been looking for him.
"Clifford! Beloved, there was a strange report on the television tonight."
"What was it about, darling," he asked, looking up into her small, tender face.
"Some town outside had a sudden storm. But moreover something strange emerged from the storm and apparently rampaged. Nobody was hurt but hardly anyone noticed."
"Hmmmm. You're right, darling. That sounds very odd indeed."
"Will we investigate it?"
"Only if they sum
Brought by the Storm (page 1)Brought by the StormBrought by the Storm (page 1) by Michel-le-fou
The local meteorology office had recently predicted the storm that finally erupted, but the actual dimensions of the storm took even them aback. Granted nobody can know everything; but the office had predicted something like a simple summer downpour. What eventually erupted over the town limits was beyond their imaginations. But the storm itself was only one part of the strange story.
Someone, somewhere, who witnesses or is caught in this type of storm is bound to report strange sightings. So, one late afternoon, when a team of town councilors headed around in a van to look about the town, they discovered a resident literally bound to a lamp post who seemingly babbled indecipherably about something the storm had brought or awakened. Nobody knew how the townsman had hot tied to the post despite the weather. Nor could anyone understand what he babbled.
He mumbled fearfully about some gigantic thing that stalked out amidst the weather, from "god alone knows whe
OG's of OlympusFADE IN:OG's of Olympus by StevenGilby
Cars are driving through the busy streets. One guy, Marcus, stands on the cold street corner smoking a cigarette in an open frenzy. Another guy, Dorian, comes running across the crosswalk as the light ticks to red. He’s calm but his nose and cheeks are red from the cold.
Lemme bum a smoke. You got a flask? Mine’s empty.
Marcus holds an open pack and lighter in one hand for Dorian. After putting them away, he grabs a flask of blueberry sherry from his inner coat pocket and hands it to him. It has a two crossed broadswords on it.
Chilly as hell today.
Dorian looks around after a silent moment smoking, not seeing what he wanted to.
Where’s EDDIE at? I told him 3 o’clock. It’s almost 5. Is he ever on time for anything?!
Well, I got good news, better news, and bad news.
Dorian is visibly irate at the existence of bad news.
Start with the good, move to
Thumb On The Mob (Part 1) Amongst the light foot falls of officers going about their tasks, one set stood out as it sounded louder through the precinct, heading from the entrance over to the holding cells. The man to whom these foot falls belonged was tall; about six-four, and thin; not lanky, but like a bean-pole. His black slacks danced on the top of his black shoes, his dark-blue tie wriggled ever so slightly under the slight heaving of the man’s chest, but his bluish-gray waistcoat held it to his faded sky-blue shirt.Thumb On The Mob (Part 1) by BDancinJones
The man slowed himself down, actually stopping to tap his slightly damp forehead with his sleeve, before turning the last corner into the viewing side of the interrogation room. He proceeded to enter the room, and did so with a certain swagger in his walk and a sly smile sitting in the corner of his mouth. In the room stood a mid-twenties woman in work-place formal dress and an early-thirties officer in uniform. On the left wa
. shadowed .. shadowed . by Amanda-Graham
. shadowed .
It is a charcoal space, rectangular and seething with irregular textures. It stinks of metals and years of dusty disuse. Termed 'Scheduled for Reconversion' and 'Reconversion Through Space Leasing' it's been placed in the 'hold for another when able, we promise to be good' trash heap of this country's monumental failures.The urban landscapes that are undergoing reclaimation are, in this District and others, ignored with cracks and graffiti tag spray that are decades old.
"… grey black white blur ghost rectangle white sparkle night glimmer residential lights far off never-lands dreamt flight …"
The sounds of traffic, cut by the occasional creak and cymbal strikes of thin steel blown shutters, are the only sounds other than the soft whispers of her rhyme. The pulse and throb of her wet machinery is too soft but for the other resident-in-squat to hear. Feral cats and dogs range f
Rubin Juvenile Court (2nd Edition)Rubin Juvenile Court (2nd edition)Rubin Juvenile Court (2nd Edition) by Michel-le-fou
My father was my closest friend
But closer to my mother
I could not trust him with secrets
Secret feelings towards my mother
I begged him a dozen times
He said he had a duty to tell her
Then she called me into the 'warden's office'
What did you tell him, she demanded
"Go to your room and stay there
Till I tell you to come out!"
My bedroom was a cell in children's prison
Father crept in and warned me
Mother told him to lash me
"Try to sound in pain," he asked.
I did my best
I doubt it fooled her
Occasionally my sister played attorney
She warned me as often as she could
Sometimes my mother went off her deep end
After railing like a banshee at me
She went for other blood
Including my father
I stood out and challenged her
Why she has to find fault with them
When she found it with me
She almost always found in me
I could no longer live that way
"If you don't like to live here, you may leave."
She pointed to the door
I left home twice
Only to go
SingWill you singSing by Lupuswolf13
Sing with me
Sing my Joy
Will you sing
Sing ballads from your soul
Sing to my heart
Will you sing
Sing to comfort me
Sing away my sorrows
Will you sing
Sing me to sleep
Sing my lullaby
Will you sing
Sing me to the golden gates
Sing my salvation
Will you sing
Sing my release
Sing at my funeral
Don't cry. Just Sing
Goodbye 'friend' .. no wait.Sitting here now in darkness I stareGoodbye 'friend' .. no wait. by leanscribbles
Still wondering, and waiting to see if you care.
I've cursed you and expressed a severe disconcern
But now I have to wonder was it me who did the burn.
Was it me who pushed you away
Too impulsive too repulsive.
I'll never know and always wonder either way.
You came to me when you felt down and depressed.
I was there for you.
I barely knew you.
Yet I loved you.
Hidden HuesRefusing to escape this perfect realm,Hidden Hues by DSteffi
Oblivious to the alarm’s nagging.
Closing my eyes to falsely pretend,
This world goes on without the raging.
And yet too soon I wake to darkness,
All the sun’s light is a mirror’s illusion.
Nightmares clear the dreams I prolong,
Setting my fears into fruition.
Draped in robes of heaven’s disguise,
Evil taunts us from left and right.
So many forms it blatantly sports,
Angels must pity our little plight.
Fractions of time is hell unleashed,
Sorrow absorbed in just one blink.
Blades and ropes and bullets blend,
Each passing day a child will sink.
Colors dull to the undying clockwork,
Ears gone deaf to justified crime.
Oh just how can we all stand it?
Watching demons at their prime.
Placing pearls on the ocean floor,
And leaving hope in Pandora’s box.
The gods must feast on playing jokes,
Closing this cellar without the locks.
But just as air seeps in the tiniest hole,
Paired with night is dawn’s bright light.
Flight of the EagleIt was the last week of university. Classes were complete, exams were taken. It was the time for the students to find a job. Lucy sighed as she perused the job choices. None of job offerings appealed to her. She didn't want to be stuck behind the desk; she wanted to be out and about. Adventure and action were her calling. She logged out off the computer and got up.Flight of the Eagle by tyw7
Maybe I needed a breather. Time to cool my head. Lucy thought.
She headed to the wardrobe. She grabbed a towel and disrobed. Although age has filled her in considerably since her stick figure days, Lucy wasn't particularly curvaceous. In fact she was stronger than most typical girls (or boys). She was sure she could take even the strongest bullies in a fist fight and win.
Staring at the mirror, she could see faint scars that covered her face. She paused at the one that under her left eye. The same mark that she had sustained when monst
Puppet Masters: Chapter 6Puppet Masters: Chapter 6Puppet Masters: Chapter 6 by DuchessRush
Disclaimer: I do not own Puppet Master Characters or any of the Full Moon Features movies. I do own the plot and my OC Characters Alexis, Revy and Jinx.
*Talk* = Puppet talk.
“Puppet people seriously. I’m driving I get to pick the radio station.” Revy yelled turning the station back to where she had it.
She was met with a large group of hisses.
“I don’t care. If you don’t like it I do.” Revy hissed back at them. Alexis was deeply saddened Jester was trying to comfort her from her fears.
He wished he could explain that she and her sisters were going to be ok and that they were in good hands.
Pinhead especially would look after Jinx while they were away.
Pinhead was once a man named Herman Strauss. Strauss was a truck driver who secretly brought food to the Jewish ghettos; as a result, he w
Soul FishingSilver morning light filtered through bare branches and cold fingers traced her skin. October winds and river water, gently lapping at her feet.Soul Fishing by Aurora66
Where am I?
She spread her fingers and touched grass cool with morning dew, then slick mud. A shiver ran through her body. She sat up and glanced around – in front of her the river, slate grey like the sky; a deserted bench with chipped-off paint; the shapes of houses huddled on the other side. Seagulls shrieked above, each cry piercing the early morning silence like a blade.
She didn't recall how many times she had found herself outside her bed like this; how many times she opened her eyes to the lure of the depth at the edge of a bridge, or the squealing breaks of a car on the road. She had awoken in a park before, puzzled at the seeming safety, only to find her hands scraped raw and her knees bloodied from an unknown cause. But this time, she felt no pain; saw nothing to fear. A small smile tucked at
The GaleThe GaleThe Gale by Michel-le-fou
Perchance the reader has read stories or articles about gales that affected the course of both cruise and cargo ships, as well as traders. The gale does everything imaginable from changing the course to wrecking the ship. The course is altered when the ship is caught in the draft of the storm and turned about. It usually takes days to reset the course. The wreck is often due to being blown into dangerous places such as rock beds, upon which the ship eventually stops and damages. Occasionally the ship sinks into the sea directly.
There was a trade ship in my acquaintance several years ago. It was sailing in the Atlantic, in the general region of the old civilisations such as Mycenae, Atlantis, Lemur. These lands had long since vanished after the flood. Sometimes there were reports and warnings about the sea floor in that region. The lost civilisations had built crystal structures that, purportedly, issued powerful energy. Ships received frequent warnings that this energy affect
Frozen Shadows (Ch. 2)The Boy with the LanternFrozen Shadows (Ch. 2) by Aurora66
The silver glow of the moon broke through the retreating storm clouds like a colorless aurora. The long blades of grass on the dunes swayed back and forth, rustling softly in a duet with the sea. A figure walked up from the beach, towards the village that lay completely still even though most of its inhabitants had come out of their reed-roofed houses.
There was Cano, who owned most of the island's sheep, and Juna, who would sometimes take Moira along on her fishing boat. Juna's parents, both stooped and leaning heavily on walking sticks, stood beside her; and behind them was Moira's aunt and uncle with their five-year-old son. Between his chicken pen and house stood Rick the mainlander, the only one who hadn't been born on the island. He held his pitchfork as if to ward off an attack, yet he didn't bring it down on anything. Everyone was there; everyone except for Cano's wife and their small children and the elderly and sick – everyone who'd stepp
Galaxy P.I. Light covers the city, even at night. A bevy of colors, my favorite ones being the variations of green on the white buildings. It’s a very bright place, especially during the day. The skies are almost always clear, but when it rains, it really pours. It’s like someone dumped the cosmic bucket of water down on the city.Galaxy P.I. by StevenGilby
The skyscrapers stretch higher than my neck can bend from street level, but the sun still reaches us bugs on the street. Couple of the bigger places are as big as city blocks and act as cheap housing. They’re the tallest. Pretty fancy stuff for cheap living. I got me one, near top floor. Everyone here is at least twice as big as a human, so my apartment is very spacious. Scary shit looking all the way down – hell, it scares me looking half way down – but the view over the rest of the city is magnificent! They’re not like the buildings back home.
The indigenous species here are called something I c
Rubin Juvenile CourtRubin Juvenile CourtRubin Juvenile Court by Michel-le-fou
Many days and nights spent and passed
In the judgement of the juvenile court
Erected by my mother GRHS
Bedrooms were often prison cells
This is more than sarcasm
Those days, the verdict lay
The guilty must lie in their rooms
To await punishment
Mother was prosecutor
Father was defense
He went to my bedside to inflict surface wounds
"Try to cry," he warned me
"Mother is listening."
I tried to scream as the leather belt lashed
Mental scars are deeper than wounds of flesh
But she believed I took my beating
I sat in my room hungry and still
While the others sat at the table eating
Who can muster an appetite
When the court is not dismissed?
Those days are dead and gone
I live on
With ghosts raving in my memory
With death, all memories die
Meanwhile, I have a good lover
At my side
Chapter 1: The Tempest
Muffled sounds of waves crashing & thunder cracking was all young Nyck heard. His eyelids opened to a blurred vision of blue lightning striking out of a dark indigo sky. He felt water droplets fly onto his face. He could taste the salt of the sea. His vision came into focus. The strong winds of the storm churned the sea.
Nyck was lying on the deck floor of the boat. He raised his torso from the damp floor slowly. He felt groggy as he sat upright. The agitated movements of the boat didn’t make him feel any better. He wondered if he was any better lying down. His nose wrinkled as a whiff of something putrid went up his nostrils. He looked around. Surrounding him were three piles of damp gray ash. A silver dagger lay next to one of the piles.
He slowly lifted the rest of his body from the floor He tried to balance himself against the sea’s turbulence. A wave crashed into the boat, knocking him back down on the floor. He landed on his hands and knees. A pain shot up
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