At least, that's what they used to call me. Nobody uses my name anymore. I kill people for a living. Would you want people knowing your name before you killed them?
Please don't kill me, is far easier on the mind than
Please don't kill me, John. It gets personal at that point, don't you agree? I don't want to take that shit home with me.
If a client asks for my name, they're an idiot. I refuse to do business with morons.
I don't live anywhere. Always on the road, travelling from place to place. Wherever the jobs are, that's where I might be.
I keep everything low profile. Untraceable communications and payments transferred using a variety of digital currencies m
“Am I co-dependent or just lonely? I don’t know—sometimes I think it’s a little of both.
Oh wait, there’s that song by Dan Seals—let me turn it up.”
The car radio sounded tinny, but that didn’t matter—Marnie was already on some windswept beach feeling a warm breeze blowing the stars around.
Nan rolled her eyes. “Oh boy, you’re hopeless.”
“What’s wrong with being a romantic?”
Nan could think of several comebacks, but only one was necessary—Dan Bleeker. Marnie met him at The Lame Duck two weeks back.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Marnie pouted.
“Do you now? Well, if you did, you’d run aw
In which brother battles brother....
He was close enough to see the sockets where his brother's eyes had once been. Deep within he saw red and black flames, fire and shadow together at once. Something else danced with them, something dark and ageless, an incredible unmatched evil. This poor wretched thing wasn't it's source either. When he killed this vessel, if he could kill it, his work would almost certainly not be done.
The abomination latched onto him. He was unable to dodge it, but he was able to evade enough of the full charge to only catch a portion of the damage it could have done. It had been aiming for his throat and if it had gotten there, it would only have been a matter of applying a little pressure. Instead the wretched beast's jaws had clamped down on one wing, tearing throu
With a ding the elevator doors opened. Candice took a step out. The sound of her heel hitting the pavement echoed through the parking garage. She looked around. There were no cars. Above her the red pipes hummed. It was the only sound around her. With one hand inside her purse, she walked towards the back corner.
On the way there she though about how this happened. How could she lose everything she had so fast? There had to be someone in on it. As she walked she noticed there were white arrows on the floor that pointed in the opposite direction. Maybe she should have followed them.
In the back was a red Ferrari. It shined from the light that is was parked under. Candice slowly took a step for
That's when I wake up, with a sheet soaked in sweat and my heart beating on the wrong side of my rib cage. I wish I knew what it was about. Perhaps the
Years later in yet another war zone in a different part of the world. Oddly enough not too far from Gobekli Tepe, Turkey.
“Well shit. This just isn't turning out to be a good day “ thought Hank August as he ducked behind an antique office safe. Big Safe. Big HEAVY safe. Sucker might have weighed a ton....literally. And it was big enough to walk into....Don’t see many of these built like this any more....not outside of a bank... Wonder what it was doing here
The next day I tried to get on with life. I sat at my desk in the study for two hours staring at a blank page.
My mind kept returning to the same tab. Seeing a shrink about a ghost...so sad.
And what was worse, I couldn't concentrate. I felt blank.
Nothing’s bloody popping! I shouted in exasperation to the four walls, and then fell silent as I realized I was now close to certifiable—hell, I was even talking to myself.
Tsk. Tsk. Thee is mad, boy.
I looked out the window into the garden and my heart stopped. There, beside the roses, was my girl—well, at least, the vision I made up in my head.
But she looked mighty solid, standing there in the garden—my eyes scanned her s
In one swift motion, one of the men flew above my head while another slid to sweep my feet. I jumped laterally, discharging my viento on the opponent above. The third one caught me in the air by grabbing my collar and then proceeded to pummel me to the ground. I twisted his hand and flipped him over to the scalding pavement.
Time seemed to slow down. I had never known if I had an ab
from my home,
in a strange world.
The memories keep me company,
and I rejoice in their warmth and symphonies.
But the cold, harsh blade of this foreign land
cuts, digs deep and wounds me.
Forsaken for a crime I did not commit,
barred and shunned by my own people.
My name, scrubbed from history
only to be remembered as an enemy.
Though the days are behind me,
and strength is also bidding me adieu,
I still wake with a sense of patriotism
for the same country that I once called home.
The same country
I fought for, and loved.
A land so sacred and pure
it's touch can be felt a million miles away.
But now it lies a million leagues and more
behind the stormy mountains
across the blue oceans
beneath a sky that is blue forevermore.
And I do not feel anything
I am numb.
Regret salts my wounds
heightens my pain to heights unknown.
'Tis true I chose exile over death but
who am I to say that I made the right choice?
For every se
I often go on long walks alone. I’m looking for something. Of course I would be lying if I said still don’t think of her. As if I still don’t dream that maybe just maybe… my dreams are just dreams though. There are no delusions. I look back fondly on my memories. A sunny day spent on top of a hill overlooking the city. I spent it with her. She looked so beautiful that day, just like she always does. But I’m trying to move on. I know I have to.
I repeat to myself daily “Eyes that do not see. Heart that does not feel.”
It is my mantra. I don’t know whether or not this mantra is truthful. It could take months and months and months or even years upon years for this heart to not feel. My eyes do not see her, but she is crystal clear in my mind’s eye. One day perhaps I will feel the same way for another, and who knows? They may feel the same back. But for now I feel like I
Dmitri's fingers migrated back to the borderland between our touching thighs, only to cross over to the Land of Kaylis to navigate a few inches above my knee.
“It's okay, Dmitri. I won't tell and you won't get in trouble. I promise. Go ahead and stroke my leg.” Then I whispered, “You'll like it, I promise.”
“You are adorably insidious tonight, Kaylis. I'm not counting this as a first date, by the way. This is somewhere around the eighth or ninth, albeit, spread-out date.”
Works for me.
His hand crossed the border to stroke my dress some more as we ate our steaming miso soup. On a down stroke of my thigh, I brazenly channeled covert ops and raised my hem a few inches so his hand stroked up a stocking-covered thigh. Dmitri inhaled sharply when his hand slid onto bared skin above the top of my thigh-high.
“Oh! I do like that. You're going to kill me with kindness tonight, aren't you?”
I smirked and smiled. “That's kind of the plan. Un
This is a special story I wrote while in some kind of trance state in a coffee shop. I like these characters and people and places and I guess it all just came together.
Thanks for watching!
Adrift, alone in a vast expanse
stretched out to infinity, endless.
I explore, and discover
for that is the oath I took.
To explore, to go beyond
the galaxy, the universe.
I have seen that which others
haven't imagined in their wildest dreams.
I have met those which
one cannot perceive.
But even in these fantastical encounters
the shadow of solitude has loomed over me.
I have enjoyed it's bliss
but have also tasted it's bitter taste.
Isolated and forgot, forsaken
to explore, map and chart.
For I have devoted my life to exploration
so that others who come after would not.
The only thing that will be there
is the universe, when I breathe my last breath.
And thus I shall be dissolved back into stardust,
into dream-matter, and nothingness.
"Grandpa, grandpa, look at those fishes!" The little boy pulled Russell by his hand toward the bridge. The bridge crossed an artificial pond. From the height of a bird's flight, the pond looked like glasses with the nose bridge, where it was crossed in its narrowest spot. The sun laid its slanted rays on the pond and, wrapped in brown, yellow and red falling leaves, the park looked like an unshaved ‘Cookie monster'.
Led by his grandson Jerome, Russell turned to his son David, waved at him invitingly, and saw him, unhurriedly, walking towards the bridge. As they arrived at the middle of the bridge, Russell leaned on the railing while little Jerome put his head through the vertical support bars.
"Look at this red one. OOOO… And look th
Is that going to blow up?
Well, I mean, only if i mess up,-- OohLookShiny
Hwell, sighed Ax'and'l,
put the concoction _down_.
Relax, I know what I'm doing.
I will not relax, I have fifteen near-death encounters as evidence in my favour. Ax'and'l considered those past incidents,
Including seven where you said you knew what you were doing.
Hwell exaggeratedly, and very carefully, put his concoction down.
You'd prefer that I was making it up as I went along?
Then leave me with what I know about doing?
Ax'and'l couldn't leave it at that.
You're certain we tried all the diplomatic channels?
The ones that don't end up in a diplomatic marriage, aye... he steadied his arm to add a specific number of drops to the goop. Then he stirred it in very slowly.
We're better off faking our deaths and never coming here again.
Ax'and'l ran the numbers in his h
Red light poured from above to highlight the pillar I stood upon. A gigantic monolith in the middle of a blackened chasm. Banshee wails of terror filled my ears. Thuds and thumps came from all directions to make my hair stand on end.
The pillar of terror from my childhood dream. Not cool.
“Where are you?” Neilsinhaur's voice was soft, soothing.
A deep breath. “In a cavern, no light, but a red one shining down on me. I'm on a pillar. Can't see the floor beyond the pillar. Don't know where the light is coming from.”
“Where are you physically?”
“In your office, sitting in a chair.” Duh, you silly man. But where my mind is... well, not so sure of that.
“That's right. Remember, you are safe.”
That's good to know. “How do I leave?” Because having an exit route is a must in life.
“You want to leave already?” The good doctor's voice conveyed
Hypocrite If spoke he lied If promised he denied If given the mandate he betrayed Hypocrite Rulers clever rhetoric sweet in the mouth deceive the people Hypocrite Politicians giving false promises stealing people's vote oppress the weak Hypocrite Officials betrayed on his position corruption, collusion, and nepotism hurt the people Lie Apostatize Betray The characteristics of hypocrites
Marie - the main character from by book - has chosen an unconventional way to define her own world. She follows others and their world definitions until finding herself in a dead end street. She proceeds through the exclusion of wrong paths, instead of chosing directly the one that would have been right for her.
Along the way Marie comes to know what really matters in life - first of all: herself.
Please enjoy the following chapter no. 9. In case you missed no. 8 you may have a look at it here: That one person.
Did you call me?
Sure! So what was more important than talking to me?
"Borris what happens now?..........what is in here? You said we would hear them before we see them.....what do you mean? Are there giants......... bigger than you?"
There was a breach. Gigs of data was being downloaded from their top secret servers. It was streaming out. This was all top secret information. Real personal stuff. Government stuff. The employees scrambled around. Buttons were pressed. Impotant people were called. Then the wiz showed up.
"It is about time you showed up."
The wiz took a sip of his coffee. He did not like being up this early.
"How bad is it?"
"We have been hacked! On every level."
"Every level!?!" the wiz said.
"Yes... every level."
The wiz put his coffee down and walked over to the computer. He pressed the keys. All of them. But nothing happened.
"There is only one thing left to do."
The wiz nodded. It was a long shot but if it worked. He opened the panel of the computer. Then he looked at the switch for Big Data Technology Security. It had been tur