STC: Gentlemen Prefer Orions: Epilogue
Open Space, SS Calypso
July 11, 2269
With her man taking a long, needed shower after the events of the day, Sajeen had taken the time to make things ready for their evening together. She’d brought her white hybor comforter from her own room and laid it out over his spacious bed, adding her matching hybor pillows. Over this, fur-side down, she’s spread his own black hybor comforter with her large grayth pelt atop it as a finishing touch.
On the nearby small table were a pair of wineglasses and a carafe of Andorian ale, one of the few alcoholic beverages Garadun enjoyed. Beside it was a bowl of Earth-style nacho chips, a snack for them later on if they were feeling peckish. Sensual Orion music was playing, and the lights were low and romantic. Sajeen had brushed her waist-length hair until it was a curtain of ebony softness, and all she wore was the black Triaxian silk robe she’d received as a gift that mo
Stardust - Ch. 3 "See? Look at it." Jason said. "Normal dust doesn't form like that."
"Well yeah, but..." Ty blinked, shifting his headphones so the fell off his ears and instead around his shoulders, connected by a wire to the iPod in his jeans pocket. "What, d'you think it means something?"
"That's just it." Jason crouched down beside the perfect lines of dust on his bedroom floor. "I looked it up while you were daydreaming. It's binary code; coordinates."
"Coordinates?" Ty asked. "To where?"
"I don't know, but I intend to find out." Jason said. "I'm leaving to go in an hour."
"What?" Ty exclaimed. "Jason, you can't just go, you have to bring some army man with you or..."
Suddenly, Ty remembered the words from that weird guy... Who ironically sounded not like Martin Freeman now, but more like David Tennant.
"What you gotta do is just let him go. Be smart about it, even though you're gonn
Thalia's Tale - Ch. 37 - A Low Point "What are we gonna do?" Thalia asked. "They must've fallen off the roof, that's the only way they could be missing!"
"They could've fallen off the front and sucked under the wheels." Vern pointed out.
Thalia stared at him. "Thank you for that charming image." She said sarcastically. "But how are we gonna finish the mission with half our team gone?!"
"We go on without them." Vern said. He shoved the ignition lever forwards and the train lurched forward, slowly picking up speed.
Thalia stared at him. "Is that it then?" She said. "Do you care about Clancy that little?"
"He's not dead, Vaerin, he doesn't just die." Vern sighed. "He has a way of bouncing back. Besides. Our duty is to this mission. We can't stay here, and we can't go back. We have to keep going without them."
"I don't think you get it." Thalia said. "Have you ever been on a mission where one of your comrades die?"
Death Battle: Lord Tirek vs Alduin
Kiryu: Alright, the combatants are set. Let's end this debate once and for all.
Gwangi: It's time for a Death Battle!!!
The ground shook and cracked as cloven hooves walked across it. These hooves were connected to a black pony-like body, which in turn was connected to a torso with arms and a head with curved horns.
Lord Tirek traversed the land of Skyrim, the centaur having fed upon the magic of whatever being was foolish to face him overtime. Now, with the magic of Discord and the alicorns, all of this world would now bow to his will.
A shadow appeared above Tirek, though, as the centaur looked up to see a black dragon flying overhead. The dragon turned in a wide circle as he landed atop a rocky outcropping, before he glared at Tirek with red eyes full of menace.
“Hin sil fen nahkip bahloki,” Alduin stated in his native tongue, the World Eater unafraid of Tirek's presence.
“Your language speaks nothing to me,” Tirek responded. “I, Lord
A World Apart - Ch. 10 - Latin Absurdities*Mitch*
By the time I made it to school, I was a few minutes late and out of breath. I had taken my bow and arrows with me like Dreven had instructed and tossed them in my back yard before I booked it to Latin class. I shouldered my way through the door hurriedly. "Sorry I'm late Mr. Finley!"
The class looked up. There were seven kids it looked like; less than a fourth of the Spanish class. Three that looked my age - potentially sophomores like me - sat at the front of the class at two long tables. Four more that looked older sat behind them at a collection of desks which were mostly empty.
A boy in the back row, a taller one with platinum blonde hair, looked at Mr. Finley. "Mr. Finley, do we have a new student?!"
"Why on earth would he transfer to Latin..."
"Yes. Yes, um..." The teacher stood. "This is Mitch. And thanks to him you all get a study hall while I catch him up."
It was foggy when we walked out of our house in the rain of the country. It smelled good but the mood was somber because of all the sadness of the year. We had lost all of our friends and family due to shootings, random disease, and old age. I had noticed that my parents were acting off. They didn't seem as laid back and every time I did something even slightly wrong they would beat me. I have gotten used to the pain and had begun to fight back. Their styles changing with each time I beat them. I could see the patterns of their movements. After I beat them I thought I would see a smile. As we walked out of the house we turned down the dirt path. Dad had his gun as always. Mom, the paranoid one, had a walking stick and I had my fists. I was eight years old at this time. The rain came down slowly at first then intensified quickly causing the fog to thicken.
When we were half way to our destination my dad almost got hit by a car trying to get a $100 bill on the road. A fig
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