I am writing this email in the hopes that it will reach someone who is interested. I think it's important that my story is put on the internet, so that if there is anyone out there who is not wrapped up in this, they might see it and investigate. A strange calm comes over me, as I type out these words. I am thoroughly aware that, even though in my mind this email is a call for aid, I know that I will not survive to see it's result. There are too many of them.
At the beginning of last academic year, I moved to Hawaii to study. I know how that sounds and you're right. The only reason I came to Hawaii is because it's beautiful, I never had any
The Manor Project Chapter 58 by Xen-yakodo, literature
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The Manor Project Chapter 58
The moment of silence that followed the crash seemed oddly unwelcome to most of the inhabitants of the large ball of living things that now lay at the foot of the stacked mattresses.
The lack of the fast-paced action music that had only recently filled the air seemed to leave a void that was quickly filled with a light tinkle of a mysterious, yet calming, tune.
'Who the hell is making that noise?' Steph said, still staring at the pile of human and animal that was slowly coming to life before her. Every now and then she would glance at the five pound note that peeked neatly out from Green-hair's hand, but she was mostly concentrated
Everest has, for a long time, been the greatest frontier of man's achievement. Ever since the first explorers observed it in its unique beauty and said to themselves 'You see that peak up there? I'm going to go up there and touch the sky.' it has been challenging us. The odd thing is that we always thought that climbing it was the challenge. It was a few days ago that we found out that it should never have been about climbing it. It says a lot about humankind that when we saw these mountains, these giants that tower over the world, our first and only thought was to climb them. But maybe that's just what the people who built them thought.
"Yo
Weekly Prompts - Burning by Xen-yakodo, literature
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Weekly Prompts - Burning
She always strikes just when you think you are safe - that's what they say. One hundred years ago, when Her first attack occurred, She proved this for the first time. 'Don't be childish, it's just a legend.' they said. 'I'm pretty sure that's just a story that parents use to scare their kids.' or 'No... Not down here. They only exist up in the mountains."
The plains of Torran had been very peaceful for many years, because they could not afford to be otherwise. The kingdom lay in the centre of the continent and bordered five large and powerful countries that were always at war with each other. Torran's only saving grace was that it was seen a
Weekly Prompts - Umbrella by Xen-yakodo, literature
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Weekly Prompts - Umbrella
"Is it alive?" She said with a grin on her face. My sister had always loved playing '20 questions' and, since we were currently sitting in a car, facing a two hour drive ahead of us to our aunt's house, I really did have nothing better to do. Having a sibling that was four years younger than you was such a chore sometimes.
"No" I replied, trying to mimic her enthusiasm. "That's one." I put one finger up to count.
"Uuuuh..." She thought for a moment. "Has it ever been alive?"
I smiled to myself, knowing that this question had probably been asked at the beginning of all of our games. We had established early on that the question 'Is it alive
Weekly Prompts - Scissors by Xen-yakodo, literature
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Weekly Prompts - Scissors
When I was a child, I always saw scissors as the unbending symbol of adulthood. My parents used to tell me that scissors were too dangerous and that I would have to wait until I grew up, and so it became my goal to become mature enough to use them. I never realised that it was a relatively early rite of passage. I remember the day that I was first given a pair and how it changed my life forever.
It was a particularly normal Sunday, in the Smith household. My dad was on call for a security company that illogically worked through the weekend - an occurrence that my ten year-old self was now used to - and my mum and I were delving into her unim
The Manor Project Chapter 56 by Xen-yakodo, literature
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The Manor Project Chapter 56
It was a generally ok day, on the streets of La Reve. The weather was not particularly worth commenting on and the buildings that towered above the roads were a modest building colour that was spectacularly present in the bland light of the slightly cloudy sky. The only thing of interest, whatsoever, was a man, a woman, a dog and a turtle. These figures were wandering down one particular street - the name or location of which was also of no consequence - in that age old tradition known as 'walking'. The man - a slightly-less-than-average height young adult with hair that had been brutally and repeatedly coloured and a pair of jeans that were
"I wonder who composes the tunes for the sirens..." I muttered the words over a steaming coffee that seemed to have more sugar in it than water, as a police car sped past the glass walls of the cafe. I had always liked it sweet and, by now, my shrink was used to it. Olivia sat across the table from me, as she always had, in the same coffee shop that we had visited at least two hundred times in the last three years. She was calmly looking at me over her clipboard, in that way that she did when she was frantically wanting to get back on topic.
"I imagine that they are created by the people that make the sirens." She said, brushing her straight
Weekly Prompts - Crescent Moon by Xen-yakodo, literature
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Weekly Prompts - Crescent Moon
Twice a month, just like clockwork - except more accurate than clockwork.
Tom had only lived in the desolate town of New Cheddar for three weeks now, and things had already begun to get a bit creepy. When his mom had first told him that they would be moving, he had been strictly against it. Unlike some of his friends, he had never once moved house. Tom had grown up thinking that his family's townhouse, in the suburbs of Boston, was all he would ever know - and had been more than comfortable with it. He didn't want to live in some shack out in "The Great Outdoors", as his dad had called it. Still, whether or not to move was hardly a decision
There was once a great emperor who ruled an even greater empire. So vast was his empire that there was not one ocean in the world that it did not touch. So powerful, his armies, that the few countries that were left under foreign control were made to feel like prisoners within their borders, waiting for death row. The emperor was pleased with his empire and believed he was god of the whole planet. While his campaign had been a long and arduous one, once he controlled more than half of the world, he had been able to sit back and observe all that was under his foot. The ruler became arrogant with his power and would not hesitate to challenge th