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One may see how this world goes with no eyes. Hawke walked through the seedy streets of Lowtown, making her way back to her home. The dusk painted the parchment-coloured walls rich reds and golds, and by the time they reached her mansion, the noble stones would be swathed in blue-black night.
Isabela walked at Hawke's right, her long fingers nestling Hawke's elbow, as was her custom. Hawke looked to her lover with a half-grin. Her body was made for sin, from her face, tanned red and bathed in redder light, her arms strong with a life spent pulling herself back to her feet, her legs well-formed and powerful from her favourite pursuits.
Her eyes, too, caught the light, and Hawke's deep blue eyes were drawn to the other woman's gold. There was more to those eyes than what appeared in them readily. More than their beauty, their twinkling mischief, and even the way they misted when her smile was too happy.
Yet they weren't the eyes Hawke really wanted. Hawke had memorized a face that would never look at her with the adorati
Nothing untowardEvelyn set down the cloth she had been using to polish her name plate. She looked at the desk ornament again with pride, feeling the weight of the duty her title set on her strong shoulders.
Evelyn Fallon Chief of Police
She sat down at her desk, straightening the burnt orange epaulets on her shoulders. She deposited the cloth in her chest of drawers and fetched a pen and stationary emblazoned with the NYPD insignia at the header.
"To Sen. Kirk Orson-"
A soft knock at the door roused her from her train of thought. Through the frosted glass with her name painted on, Evelyn saw an outline that brought a little half-smile to the corner of her mouth.
"Come in, Donna," she said in a businesslike tone, her thick Southie Boston accent belying without a doubt that she was not from the metropolis she proudly served.
Donna opened the door slowly, and walked in with her cap under one arm. Though her posture was perfect, almost military, her smile was mischievous.
Evelyn looked into Donna's
Dr. Chakwas and Commander Shepard RomanceDr. Chakwas finished bandaging Shepard's arm, her skillful fingers and light touch avoiding causing undue pain. She peeled off her gloves and threw them away.
"You're lucky, commander," Chakwas said with a hint of reprimand. "The shot passed clean through the arm. Shouldn't be any permanent damage. It might not even scar."
She turned back to the cot and typed a simple command into the robotic scanning wand, which made a pass over the bed, disinfecting the area.
"Do you need anything else, commander?"
Shepard looked away, a thousand thoughts running through her mind. She took a deep, steadying breath that shuddered at the end with a subtle sob. Shepard ignored the tears that sat around her middle. They wouldn't reach her eyes, but they tinged her voice as she spoke to the aged doctor.
"Maybe I do, Doc," she said, her eyes trained on the wall.
Chakwas heard the uncharacteristic uncertainty in Shepard's voice. She walked over to Shepard's right, and laid a gentle hand on Shepar
Penelope's First Oreo"Seriously? You've never had one?"
"Oh shush, just pass me that already."
Penelope, nestled in the couch next to her full-bellied roommate, took the joint she was passed between two fingers and took a long hit, handing it back to Shelby as she held her breath for a few moments and then slowly exhaled. Shelby's stomach groaned contently as the overstuffed girl stroked it, palm running up and down the side of its bulging surface, the impressive gut swollen out over her thighs and packed to the brim with -
"Oreos, Pen, they're like the food of the gods. I really can't believe you've never eaten one."
"Yes, well," Penelope sighed, the slender girl kicking back, setting her feet on the ottoman and giving Shelby's groaning gut a side glance. "You'll also notice that I don't currently look like I've swallowed a beachball."
"Aw, c'mon, loooook," Shelby held up the box of Oreos, the cream filled cookies just below Pen's nose. "They're Double Stuf!"
Penelope frowned and took the box, peering ove
The Life of Mice McLarrosEugene Tan's fantasy short storie:the life of Mice McLarros Part 1
By eugene Tan
Mice McLarros:It all started when i was born at the house of the sewers of Miami USA,May 20th 1991.With many poor people.Nobody cares about them when they we're at the inside deep Sewers.They're Hungry and starving.
(the poor peoples are moaning ansd crying on suffer)
But for my parents and i.Well,we all have big space with clean air.Lots of good things and some Cash hidden in the storage vault.Because we are rich. But we're helping the poor people with some food to feed.Bathed them and warm them with some hot milk and hot tea.with no sugar.My parents have cradled me when i was a baby. after the doctor told them that i'm a boy. My name is Mice McLarros,it's probably the name from the mouse creautres of the sewer.And i'm very good of creating new projects to help all mankind.We're the McLarros family. My Mom was Mitch McLarros,she's a good woman for nursing them and my father was Kyle McLarros.He's a pastor
Untitled text :/-Personnalité ?
-Nous ne mesurons pas les gens en terme de personnalité, dit-elle gravement. Elle était debout dans sa robe noire, le capuchon relevé sur sa tête. Nous les mesurons en terme de masse, poursuivit-elle. Les gens sont des masses informes, répugnantes aux énergies puissantes. Dirigées de manière bien précise, ces énergies peuvent être destructrices. Il ne sert à rien de considérer l'individu. Ce n'est pas l'individu qui fait mouvoir ces énergies. C'est la masse. Et dans la masse, il n'y a pas de personnalité, il n'y a que des gens.
-La masse… La masse peut se retourner contre vous ! rétorqua-t-il violemment.
-La plèbe peut se retourner contre nous, pas la masse. Et la masse, c'est de l'énergie. C'est une pierre qui l'a dit.
-Mais peut-être que cette pierre a tort, car après tout, ce n'est qu'un caillou dans la mare.
-Il ne se
J.J.'s Diary, Day FiveJanuary 8th, 2188
So I broke my arm. Not my right arm, or else this would be really hard to read. While Grandma Jill was napping I got the ladder from the garage and propped against the back of the house, and climbed up with the broom and started trying to push the snow off. It was heavy and wet, not the light fluffy stuff, and when I started shoving some snow to the right of me, the ladder kinda tipped the other way and fell.
I grabbed the rung of ladder and held on, I don't know what I was thinking. The top of the ladder hit the breakdown box and my arm sort of bounced off it before I got dumped into the snow, so that's how it broke. It HURT.
I hit the 911 button on my phone and E-Services sent a hovercraft ambulance. I should have gone inside but it hurt so much I just sat there in the snow and cried. The EMTs said I could have died because of the shock and hypoth the cold, but I was okay once they got warming blankets around me and my arm set.
They woke up Grandma and she we
ShiftI was never like the rest. They could form their bodies into anything they desired, but I only could only morph into one thing. In this unfair world, your level of power was all that mattered. The more animals you could learn to master, the more powerful and famous you became. For me, I was near the bottom of this caste system. Although it was mostly a curse, it could also be a blessing at times. In the end, though, it would prove to be a life saver.
When I was young, I would keep my distance from the others as they became several different animals. A grown man - the same man - was all that I could shape-shift into. He was unknown to me, and the world as well. No one knew why he was the only one I could transform into. It was mostly useless except for times when I needed to be older in order to procure certain things.
As for the elders, they wouldn’t do anything to help people like me. Instead, they actually would kidnap people, put them in huge cages, and force them to fight to
Mariya's Sadistic Punishment"Kanako Miyamae, you are accused of the perverse crime of hiding pornographic images under your mattress! How do you plead?"
Kanako's life had been on a downward spiral ever since she enrolled at Ame no Kisaki, but this was the worst.
Dear mother in heaven, Kanako lamented, what has your daughter done to deserve this?
Bound and gagged on the floor of their shared dormitory, Kanako was at the mercy of the blonde vision of beauty who she'd first met at the all-girls Catholic academy. Mariya Shidou was perfect - wealthy, elegant, seemingly innocent and pure.
Unfortunately, the innocence and purity was an act that was dropped the moment Mariya and Kanako were in closed quarters. It didn't help matters that Kanako had, early in their relationship, discovered Mariya's biggest secret - the fact that Mariya was, in fact, a man. Of course, Mariya had also deduced that Kanako was actually a lesbian and was hoping to meet her soulmate here at the academy, so poor Kanako was stuck wi
J.J.' Diary, Day ThreeJanuary 4th, 2188
Sorry I didn't write yesterday. Had to finish writing an essay for school, since December Break ended yesterday. The snow on our street hasn't been plowed yet so we had a virmute class session with Miss Hsu, instead of everyone meeting at school for Personal Interaction.
Grandma said when she was my age they still had to go school four times a week. But she also said that virt teaching wasn't as good either. Not sure if a live teacher is that much better. Miss Hsu can get pretty boring, and she doesn't understand when I know something already or need help on something else.
Grandma Jill also said that when she was a kid Summer Break was two months long. It had something to do with kids working on farms before the government passed labor laws. I can't imagine two whole months with no school. How could kids remember what they were learning, especially without a phone or deskcomp to keep up with stuff?
I think I like just getting a week off every couple of months.
Dr. Chakwas and Commander Shepard - ScarsShepard sighed contentedly, nudging Chakwas' shoulder with her nose. In response to the nuzzle, Dr. Chakwas flipped onto her side. She caressed Shepard's face, her thumb gently stroking the younger woman's cheek.
She leaned close, her hot breath sending Shepard into shivers as Chakwas slowly planted a soft peck on her lips.
Shepard kissed her more deeply, with sweet, lingering kisses. They were gentle kisses, good morning kisses.
"Hello," murmured Dr. Chakwas with a wry smile.
She fixed a tender kiss on the tip of Shepard's nose. Shepard made a little sigh and flopped on her back. Chakwas eased her torso over Shepard's, her left hand brushing the stray hair from Shepard's face, her right stroking Shepard's arm.
"Thanks, Chakwas," Shepard muttered.
"Of course," Chakwas said in a soft, chuckling voice. She gave Shepard another light kiss. "I've wanted to be with you for years."
A look of consternation crossed Shepard's face.
"The scars didn't faze you?"
The old doctor appeared confused.
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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