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Newest Form of Faceless Creature
These newly discovered beasts have been identified as a more evolved hybrid of the Faceless Creature. They have finally adapted with eye sockets and teeth, yet they still have not developed eye balls or actual mouths with a throat. This species has grown even skinnier and taller. This one that was the first finding of its kind is a young adult and is currently 15.79 feet tall. The species of all Faceless Creature never develop a gender so the only way they can reproduce and create other versions of their species is that about one in every fifteen of them will develop a tumor-like mass somewhere on their bodies which later grows and 'births' a new creature. With this creature in particular demonstrates how in some cases the newly birthed creatures will develop abnormally depending on the area of the 'tumor'. Usually when the 'baby' will combine with the 'parent' like so, is caused from the 'tumor' forming on the head. With this species (and the one just before) also is usually de
Walls of Glass and DataThe first thing everyone notices is the walls. Not the fact the people on the front desk are comprised of foglets or that the engineer who passed them has carbon blades for legs or that Dr. Saraswati in Cryomedical is an uplifted octopus. No, its always the walls. Its not that they aren't interesting, more just not the first thing you would think people would pickup on.
You can see what I mean right? The walls in every one of TransTech's main corridors are glass, coated with a film like layer of optical circuits. Which I suppose is our fancy, high tech equivalent of whiteboards, but did you really expect any different from us? We have the added advantage though of being able to see through them to what the research team on the other side is working on. And often as not, their writing on the walls too because your not exactly going to scrabble for your tablet or, if your old school, pen & paper if you can just reach up and scribble down your eureka moment for all the rest of the tea
Dialogue“Hey, we got one over here.”
“Is that... Is that what they look like?”
“You never seen one before?”
“Well, pictures, magazines, television, but not in front of me.”
“Is it different that what you imagined?”
“I didn’t think that they would look so... human.”
“What? They don’t to you?”
“Nope, it looks like what it is.”
“It looks like my cousin.”
“Have you seen your cousin for a whi-”
“Well, you can count yourself lucky I guess.”
“What do you mean lucky? This thing is squirming around, trying to get onto the dock, falling to pieces in the process. If lucky is feeling like you’re about to throw up, then yeah, I’m ‘real lucky’.”
“Not that many rookies get a chance to do such a thing, putting one down. Especially on their first day.”
ConversionAlong the corridors we walk.
Bare-footed I pad silently ahead, faintly aware of the coldness in the steel floor. I need no guidance, for everyone knows this path. We are all born knowing that, for many, these are the final steps we are witnessed taking. It is an unspoken thing.
His footsteps behind me are quieter than expected, much like the rest of his demeanor. There is no threat; there is no point. My body can be broken from a simple blow, my flesh ripped and limbs torn without any effort. Drunken tales of heroism and valiancy from the Old World are passed down and exacerbated around bonfires.
We enter the Conversion Chamber, and momentarily I am stunned by the sudden drop in temperature. Cold air rushes into my lungs, causing me to cough involuntarily. I pause and drop my eyes to the floor, my right hand raised to my mouth instinctively to stifle another cough.
My feet begin to ache from the chill in the floor, a throb slowly rising through my shins threatening to cramp my calves.
Lucky Green‘Anthony Green is a soldier,’ he reminded himself as his squad made their way down the wide dirt highway. He swallowed hard as he looked out to the fields, and tried to convince himself that the intel was correct. His palms began to sweat, this far into Germany they should be everywhere.
A man just shipped into the squad a week ago began engaging in conversation. As much as Anthony tried, Kevin Todd was not a person he could happily converse with, and tried to let him off easy.
“Kevin, keep quiet.” He said. “Keep your eyes front.”
Kevin laughed, and Anthony's stomach churned, a strong tingling shot up his spine and brought about a powerful pain in his head. It's happening again.
Kevin's laugh was cut short as Anthony dropped to the ground.
“What?” Kevin looked around as several of other men took Anthony's cue and fell as well.
Luca Tomoni grabbed his arm and pulled him down. “If Lucky Green drops, you drop.” He hissed between
Series 1 Chapter 1 - 14 Crystal PowersIn Crystal Powers Capital City
Alexander Cropper: Welcome to our Crystal Powers Capital City, Enjoyed the festive atmosphere, Now be are you sure?
Alena Mikhaylovna Ksvetkova: Thank you! You're the captial city.
- Alexander Cropper: Because we recommend judges to boarding the college now!
- Alena Mikhaylovna Ksvetkova: Yes! I like it!
Alena goes to Alfea College
Alena Mikhaylovna Ksvetkova: Whoa! Way there is quarters were!
Kseniya Alekseyevna Ischenko: Alena, we can teleport!?
Alena Mikhaylovna Ksvetkova: Not allow! I'm not will be television, I not be friend.
Kseniya Alekseyevna Ischenko: What?
- Alena Lovegood: I like! Alena! Now for free present in a Toy!
- Alena Mikhaylovna Ksvetkova: Yeah!!!!!!
Kseniya Alekseyevna Ischenko (1): Oh no!
Kseniya Alekseyevna Ischenko (2): Alena Lovegood! Alena Lovegood!!!
Student entering in the Alfea College area
Miss Selena: Hello, they are student?
Alfea College Student: Hello!!!
Miss Selena (1): Hello
Darkness pools the plains of Euphoria.
Let It Burn“C’mon, Ren. You can do this,” Ren told himself.
He had been kneeling on the dojo floor by himself for close to 18 hours, his fingers steepled, thumbs and index fingers locked together in circles. His knees ache ached. His back ached. His core ached. His patience was worn thin. On the floor in front of him sat a little altar, a bare fluorescent bulb the only offering. For almost twenty days he had been channeling his qi into the bulb, willing it to light up from a spark channeled from deep within. But there was nothing. And his frustration boiled.
He forced himself to choke that frustration down, like an entire bottle of bitter pills. He imagined how his father did this, channeling his intensity of focus and manipulating his internal energy into lightning. Lawin was a physical Prime who mastered the element of Air, a bonafide legend. While Ren had impressive martial arts prowess in his own right, he needed to make one more giant push to start crawling out
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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