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Timeless - PrologueHead Gamemaker Portamento Dew, The Capitol
The warm August air whipped around the Capitol, bringing a lazy sense of joy to the bustling metropolis. The citizens either walked the streets, taking full advantage of the technologically advanced facilities, thanks to the hard work of the twelve districts, or remained at home, sprucing themselves up. Women adorned their finest dresses, whilst gentlemen were dressed to the nines: the children were in their Sunday best.
And, even though one couldn't see it from the window of President Snow's manor, there was a quiet buzz of anticipation about the city. Each citizen was only half-heartedly enjoying their daily activities: each mind was elsewhere, yet at the same place. Nobody spoke of it, and everyone continued as normal, ignoring the anticipation in the back of their minds, out of blind fear that they were the only ones to feel it. But the reality was simple: no citizen of Panem could escape the anticipation. For tomorrow was Reaping D
Sun's Joy: Chapter Six - Bad End NightThe dance was off to a great start. Dirk and Ella's custom playlist had gone down brilliantly: so far, there hadn't been a single track anyone had groaned at. The refreshments were to die for, and the decorations captured the atmosphere perfectly.
Melissa sat at one of the long buffet tables, sipping from a plastic cup of iced tea. She had cleared a space around herself, and her laptop was plugged in, a charger cord extending to the socket on the wall behind her. A word document was open, several paragraphs in. The white colouration of the screen provided the brightest light source in the room: the only other lights came from the disco ball in the middle of the room.
She glanced at the screen again, reading the draft of the story she was writing so far: she had told herself that there were more important things to do, but she needed to write. It was the only thing keeping her grounded throughout all this madness.
“And so what if I didn't go back for him?” he cuttingly re
Bipertitus - PrologueLOCATION: LAND OF FLOW AND INFINITY
TIME UNTIL RECKONING: 00:07:12
Blood splattered the golden floor, the crimson flow only interrupted by a foot stepping into the mess. He didn't know why he was still walking: ascension had given him the gift of flight. Perhaps it was out of a longing for the way things used to be. Or perhaps he was just tired of all this.
Only six players remained alive, despite his efforts, and four of those were in a parallel timeline that only he could traverse. Sure, he should probably go see them, but then he'd be leaving her alone. And it would be entirely unfair to expect her to be able to handle the Black King alone.
Maybe this was a doomed timeline. It would make sense, given how quickly so many had died. And there was no way that having three destroyed Quest Beds was right either. But hadn't they been careful enough? They had followed the Denizens' instructions to the letter; they had avoided prototyping the First Guardian, and they had taken out
Sun's Joy: Chapter Five - Last-Minute Set-UpDing-dong! Ding-dong!
“Attention you bastards! It is now seven am, marking the end of Night Time. The cafeteria has been unlocked, and the lights turned on. Here's to another day of mutual killing! Upupu~”
Carlos opened his eyes as Monobear finished the morning announcement. The start of a new day. The third day in Sun's Joy Academy. The second day of the School Life of Mutual Killing. Had it only been that long? Already his old life felt a million miles away. But he soon realised this train of thought was only going to depress him further, so he got out of bed, and showered and dressed for the day.
After dressing, Carlos stood in the middle of his room for a moment, gazing at the sealed window which had been letting in sunlight only yesterday. Maybe he would never see the sun again. His gaze then rested upon his laptop, which was sitting on his desk, switched off. Without the internet, there was no real point to it. Still, just having it out gave him a sense of comf
Infinite - The Past (Sequel to Eternal--Spoilers!)
The early evening sun bathed the landscape in a deep golden glow. Plumes of smoke rose up in the distance, marking the nearest city. It still burned, as was the case across the country. The people had just been saved from perhaps the most insane tragedy to ever occur by a group called the league of Protectors. Their goal was to help the world recover. They had started by taking out the leader, and instigator, of this tragedy. The next thing to do was to rebuild what was destroyed, but even with foreign aid, it was estimated to be a decade before the country returned to its former glory.
Seven days had passed since Abbadon's helicopter had been gunned down, and had exploded. One week since the Protectors made themselves known.
There had been an emergency government formed, mostly compromised of the few political enemies of Abbadon that hadn't been killed.
Their first immediate action was to return the survivors who had fled to the south back to their northern homes. However, most people
Sun's Joy: Chapter Four - PreparationsMark walked along the hallway, the light bulbs replacing the sunlight that would have normally filtered through the now sealed windows. For some reason, a chill ran through him. It was fairly understandable to be like this, though: they had all just been trapped inside this building and told that if they wanted to see the light of day again, they'd have to commit a murder and get away with it.
The question on his mind was simple: was anyone actually going to go through with it? He hoped not, and if his interviews had been any indication, they were all good people.
“Good people can turn bad, though...” he told himself as he climbed the stairs back up to the second floor where the cafeteria resided. He wasn't even sure why he was heading in this direction, but it felt like the right way to go. His camera felt oddly heavy in his hands, as if the guilt of knowing he could have filmed a potential killer was manifesting itself as the weight of the equipment. No, he told himself.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
My School Says I'm Worthless (sort of a rant)I'm a criminal because my values aren't their values
And I'm scum to say the least
Because I'm not on their list
Ones who have their lives set out
And drink from molten glory raining down from
School top balconies...
And I have myself left to blame for all the non-attempts
And truancies; the bleak distractions
That help me escape the inviolable test-score stares
Of disapproval that I attract from their
And they're forced to ask me 'Why?
Why are you still here?'
And I can barely say
That I'm afraid to leave.
That I know that no-one knows
Or what they want to be
But unlike those
I gave up
A while ago
And they can't tell me to my face that I'm a failure so they heavily imply
That my lacking presence
And even less impressive
Tendency for slacking off is evidence
That I am stupid and a fool and nothing more than such a waste of resources
And it's a disappointment
That I don't hold their ideals
VesselYour heart is a compass.
Broken, perhaps, but I know
It’s always searching for the North Star.
Which way will your beard point tonight?
DanielYou are vertebrae
reinforced with titanium
that does not make you the lesser -
You’ve got the weight of the world
on one shoulder
sometimes you trip because of it -
you’re still walking
and if things fused wrong
post or anterior
and if things fused out in the interior
your circuits live on
and if your thoughts get circular
or so do your moods
and your mind blanks and you forget -
you’re nervous but strong -
then I’ll remind you.
Because you give me
the backbone required
you’re my Atlas, so I lift my head,
you’re my axis, so I can face the future
because you are vertebrae
reinforced with titanium.
You’re my inner strength.
FallingFailure after failure
A life not worth living
Lost in my misery
Long gone are the good moments
I keep falling
Nothing can save me now
Gone my hopes are
Because He'sHe’s listening
Millions of them.
A flash of red
And a navy hat
No warning – now motionless
With skin turned to shadows.
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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