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Why (?) and 10 000 Other QuestionsThere should be a whole countryWhy (?) and 10 000 Other Questions by DSteffi
With hot chocolate
outbursts of saccharine
my curiousity could only
sneak a peek,
and I like watching it
like it were my once-worn dresses
in the machine.
I'm what you'd call
a late bloomer in being
but quite precocious
in getting lost.
[On rooftops &
No need to furrow
your outlines on being
a screw-up. We can
overthink our mischief
Besides, writers could always
escape to Hogwarts.
There are still unshaded circles
on our test. But we could always
pop the bubble wrap later.
Just one more thing
and it's a matter of
life and death.
Would you race in office chairs with me?
Users ManualUsers ManualUsers Manual by Michel-le-fou
Precious / semiprecious stones need to be polished
Use a small soft cloth and scrub gently until you see luster
No need to run under water
Unless the surface is dirty
Then place in a safe box on a medium shelf
For good access
Heart of woman needs no polish
Just tender care, lots of warmth
And of course true, sincere love
When she cups her hands over her chest
She means, as does Puabi,
"Take my heart and all my love"
Then take her heart carefully
Keep it safe and clean always
To clean a woman's heart,
Let her cry in your arms until she stops herself
Hold her tight
Kiss every part of her face
Let her feel your heartbeat
Be sweet but sincere like Clifford Rogers
"I am here for you always,darling"
When she smiles
When she looks into your eyes
Loose your hold a bit
She will never run away
EverythingEverythingEverything by Michel-le-fou
"you're my everything"
How is that true?
When I have you
I laugh with triumph
I cry with joy
I love with passion
I embrace and never want to let go
And you say
Hold me, beloved
Don't let me go
We both know
The ladders were right
To send you to me
My everything in one form
I adore you
And for me
Since I found you
I have found new meaning to life
My days are warmer than in my time
My nights are sweeter
Because you stayed
When others looked and departed
Only you agreed to love
I love you now and forever
The GlyphsThe GlyphsThe Glyphs by Michel-le-fou
Strange glyphs upon a stone wall
The readers are confused
A time beyond our reckoning
"We were not created then."
"Indeed not. This is too old,
Too long ago."
"What of those figures?"
The figures told of creatures before our time
As old as the earth itself
Names strange and unearthly
At last, they turned to go
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
Assassination 2 - Artemis The roar of the engine stirred the neighborhood from its quiet night. A few curtains rose and some dogs barked as a loud motorbike came to a stop at the corner of the street under a yellow streetlamp. Thick men’s leather boots padded for small feet played their deep song on the concrete. A hoodie hid under a large biker jacket. The hood covered a petite, exotic face.Assassination 2 - Artemis by StevenGilby
Artemis strolled down the street, more curtains rose and a few curious stares followed her as she continued her way, glancing briefly between the numbers on the scattered mailboxes, quietly counting them out loud.
"35, 36, 37… Ah, there we go, 38."
A small smile crossed her lip as she eyed the house she came to. The place was dark, unlike the rest of the houses around. It looked dead, dark and rather old. She examined the windows and both sides of the house for an entry point. Nothing to climb, and the humidity made sure no one would leave a window open. The back ya
act 1: the boulevard, or, herJessie had eyes that sometimes thought they were green and sometimes thought they were brown. That night, they were in one of their depressed moods and had decided to take on the semblance of minty chocolate to make themselves feel better. If they could eat themselves, they would have. Jessie herself, however, was just as intensely, determinedly happy as usual. She skipped on every second step and her smile crackled with energy; since i flatly refused to skip with her, she would skip ahead a few feet and then turn around, pale yellow-white hair flying in the half-light from the streetlamps and storefronts, and wait for me to catch up. Our parents thought we were at a mutual friend's house, sleeping over. We'd decided to skip it. We were eighteen, after all, and it was the summer after high school, that last possible summer where you can really be a kid before having to decide what you want to do and who you want to be. College applications had been sent out, but with one girl that wantact 1: the boulevard, or, her by just-get-over-it
Wasteland Samurai Ch. 4 Wind whistled and wailed as stinging sand sailed through the air, forcing itself through windows, under doors and everywhere it was not wanted or allowed. As residents took refuge within their homes, windows shuttered, and others wherever they could as quickly as possible, one sole man fought through the pain, goggled and shielded in denim layers with tied openings. The worst of it hadn’t come in yet. Visibility was still there. He secured his place of business with wooden shudders and ushered strangers to safety as he headed inside. They would brush off their dusty clothes, though a shower would be best for their sandy scalps.Wasteland Samurai Ch. 4 by StevenGilby
The man burst through the door, leaning hard to close the windward-facing door. He tore the protection from his body, sweaty and chaotic in appearance. His hair stood as light brown fire atop his head with clean skin rimmed in dusty brown around his light eyes.
“You do not pay me enough to batten down this shack
MTB: When Parallel Planets Collide, Chapter NineNow, Riley, my best friend in the whole world— even though I don’t admit it sometimes— was in his dorm room the next morning, about five or six in the morning, right around the ass-crack of dawn. He was asleep in his bed, tucked away and off to dreamland. I would be, too, if I had as good a life as he did. But then, out of nowhere, the mailman came to his door and knocked on it.MTB: When Parallel Planets Collide, Chapter Nine by TheSkull31
“Letter for Mr. Zinc!” the mailman proclaimed.
Riley wondered to himself as the letter went through the bottom opening of his door. He had just woke up and got his sleep in, but it wasn’t much because he’d been practicing for his final exams until midnight— but that’s his business, not mine. As he wiped the crust from his eyes, he realized that this letter was something that he needed to read, no doubt about it. As he opened the envelope, a letter entitled ‘Dear Mr. Zinc’ could be seen at the top in bold letters. What, y
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
The Dark Woman Upon the roof of the house stood the Dark Woman. Her inky veil flowed in the wind, moving like a black ocean wave. Her figure dissolved into a murder of crows. Their chilling caws ripped the night sky as they flew to the colors of the fading sunset.The Dark Woman by Everlasting90
Robbers (page 3)RobbersRobbers (page 3) by Michel-le-fou
4. Conclusion- Count Frederic Pursues
The two local men gaped for a moment, and then ran scared like jackrabbits for the gate of the mausoleum. But Count Frederic appeared there to block their escape. They screamed and shouted until Sir Keith and Malcom Townes joined them. But the two foreigners did not rescue them. Townes smiled for a moment, slyly, and said,
"Hold him back for a spell. We'll search his vault."
The locals stared at their employers in disbelief. Just before they headed for Count Frederic's vault, Sir Keith explained, slyly,
"You are hired to do whatever is needed to help us raid the vault, Franz Tesla. So stay there. If you're lucky enough to survive, we'll pay you at the airport before departure."
They gave no quarter for the two natives to reply; instead, they dashed off to Count Frederic's vault. Count Frederic soon made quick work of Franz Tesla, leaving his corpse bleeding upon the floor of the mausoleum. Armand bolted for the gate and almost
Robbers (page 2)RobbersRobbers (page 2) by Michel-le-fou
3. Romania and the Expedition
Sir Keith Hargreaves disembarked at the international airport in Bucharest at the late hour of half past 11 pm.
Hardly anyone was thre except night security staff. He checked at security and rested at Arrival Lounge for a few
minutes. Malcolm Townes was with him, as agreed. He set out from the airport grounds to meet local people and try to employ a man or two for their purpose. Within about one hour, Townes returned rather excitedly and informed Sir
Keith that he found two lower middle class fellows who were available to help at low fee. He summoned them and one
man, aged 64 years entered.
"Do you know what we are going to do," Sir Keith asked slowly, so that the man could understand him.
"You are not afraid?"
"A little, sir. It is because of Count Frederic, sir."
"I have learned about him, a bit," Sir Keith assured him.
"That is well, sir. Shall we make our move, sir?"
"Yes, let us go."
The team of fou
Robbers (page 1)RobbersRobbers (page 1) by Michel-le-fou
1.As In Life, So in Death
The wealthy and the poor are divided both in life and in death. In life, the community of wealthy residents is landmarked by mansions . The poor may live in hovels or erect adequate housing, but it can never match the mansions of the wealthy. In death, the rich are in graves or mausoleums to one end of the cemetery and the poor lie in simple graves at another end.
Because of this division, the more degenerate of the poor choose to rob the rich graves, as they might have robbed the mansions when the rich were alive. Of course, robbing graves is a serious offense and whenever a robber is discovered, he is punished. This writer is not certain what the penalty is.
However, among the poor there are those not only uneducated but also starkly superstitious and fear that the rich dead will avenge the robbery. This writer has recorded one case.
2. How it Began
The case I am reporting was not a simple case of th
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
Dialogue: Forgive"Hey."Dialogue: Forgive by Avix215
"I didn't say anything."
"Good. Keep it that way."
"He's sorry, you know. For what he did."
I stayed silent.
"Can't you at least talk to him?"
I gave out a short, sharp bark of laughter. It came out sounding feral.
"You're lucky I'm talking to you!"
"Me? What did I do?"
"Nothing. That's the point."
"I tried to stop him."
Our eyes met. "Tried isn't good enough," I said shortly.
"Can't you just-"
"Can't I just? Can't I just what? Forgive him? Because I won't. And I never will."
I laughed. "He's not even brave enough to try to talk to me face to face! Instead, he sends you! A diplomat! An envoy!"
"Sending in the cavalry while he sits and watches from the barracks!" I spat.
"Or maybe, instead of the cavalry, I'm a third party. Trying to end the conflict."
I stared at that face. That mouth, twisting and turning words to suit its needs. Those eyes, falsely trustworthy.
"He said I was worse than a dog. A savage. A wild animal," I stated flatly.
"He didn't mean
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.
God's called another angelYou were sick and tiredGod's called another angel by leanscribbles
none of us we knew,
God had pulled the reins in
Calling home for you.
My mother and yourself
You fought so hard and long
Now that your struggles over
My mother will carry on.
I know she feels defeated
this cancer its hard to beat.
Your memory lies with her always
In every stride as she aims to defeat.
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
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
A Conversation with The Writer He stood and watched her as she walked to the house, opened the door, turned one last time to smile at him shyly and wave goodbye, then vanished. He stared at the closed door as if mesmerized for several moments, then began to walk away. He stopped. Then continued. Stopped again. He kept walking until he reached a street light. Then, in a voice that seemed to echo all around him, he softly called, "Writer..."A Conversation with The Writer by LassieTheArtist
The word was like a charm, an incantation, as it began unraveling the place that he knew as his universe. The street and the light and the hedges and houses vanished around him, to be replaced by something that could have been a bedroom. It was like standing inside the painting of a rather depressed mind: the whole world seemed to be made up of smudgy brushstrokes. The colors were all wrong and he couldn't decide whether it was because they were too bright or not bright enough. He found it difficult to distinguish the shapes of the furniture in the room; the whole wo
The Arcana and the AwakenedAfter the genesis of the Cosmos, the ancestors of livingkind discovered they had powers. These powers are called the Arcana, some of the infinite divine properties of the One. These powers included elemental manipulation, Nature communication,The Arcana and the Awakened by Everlasting90
otherworld perception, psychokinesis, shapeshifting and the list goes on. After the Fall, the Arcana became scarce among the descendants. But there were those whose powers were active. These people are called Awakeneds but they are also known as witches, shamans, sorcerers, thaumaturges, seers, shapeshifters, etc. These people could change the True (natural form) into the Other (unnatural form). They could change forms and courses of Nature and possibly the Cosmos. These people were both revered and feared by others.
"From the One All came and to the One shall All return." - the motto of the Island of the Grey.
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
Prodigal's SearchProdigal's SearchProdigal's Search by Michel-le-fou
Tormented in school, berated at home
A constant need to live this life alone
I finished school to go abroad
My heart weighed with a heavy load
And every step I took then
Echoed with my mother's voice
An empty heart and a sad soul
Need time to recover and become whole
I needed to live among caring men
So I would not relive that life again
But still I heard that woman's voice
I wandered far and away back then
Vowing never to return home again
Haunted and hounded by my mother's ghost
Peace is desired but it has a heavy cost
Only now at the side of one I love
Who heals and soothes with a velvet glove
Does that voice soften and sound like the wind
And drift away like my dreams from my mind
And in the end I realized
That only my father and my sister cared
The former supported me till now more than I knew
The latter supports me at every thing I do
And I no longer hear that awful voice
It's apart of our historyWe all have suffered.It's apart of our history by Everlasting90
Race, sex, belief, everyone.
We are bound by pain.
Truth EmergesHave you ever met someone with a beautiful exteriorTruth Emerges by Everlasting90
but it contradicts with their ugly interior?
They start off attractive with a quality that's cute
but their acts make you want to give them the boot.
Have you ever looked at someone and paid them no heed
but your view changed when you saw their good deeds?
Over time, you see the soul's beauty emerge.
Your feelings change and some begin to surge.
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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