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Prologue: Night Time EncounterThe umbrellas made a steady stream as they floated down the streets, like thick black blood pumped from countless hearts beating to a steady mechanical rhythm. If there had been anybody in the entire city who still bothered to look at the sky now and then, they might have seen the man as he floated above them, a pale apparition gazing at the city below him against a backdrop of clouds pregnant with rain.Prologue: Night Time Encounter
The man appeared to be standing on thin air a good hundred meters above the tallest building in the city. He had a small blocky face that was so creased with lines about his eyes and mouth that it was impossible to approximate hi
by ~niladmirari
Mythical Logic pt.2Man against monster, knight against dragon, mortal against god. It is a scene we have every reason to believe never existed, yet is so deeply ingrained into the darkest most medieval fabric of our minds we have been dreaming of them for as long as we have been on earth.Mythical Logic pt.2
Before her eyes, that scene recreates itself here in the abandoned train station. Shadows dance deliriously on the red brick wall. Black feathery wings as wide as a house from tip to tip spread like a sense of foreboding, and muscles bulge and coil like a bundle of steel wires, each as thick as a forearm. A skeletal tail uncoils and lies languidly on the tiled flo
by ~niladmirari
Mythic Logic pt.1It is his eyes that catch your attention. Only another practitioner would have recognized them for the mark of a colleague; they are brilliant copper in color and lack the black pupils in the center, round fiery plates that look like they would shimmer in the dark. He is an otherwise unremarkable young man, a wiry frame, ill-kept hair and a face pale and thin. He sits with his legs crossed on the platform of a train station. A tattered leather bound book with a red cover lies on his lap, such as one might find in any used book store in the city, except it is utterly devoid of embroidery on its cover and spine.Mythic Logic pt.1
A train pass
by ~niladmirari
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Courtship of the NineNo.Courtship of the Nine
I bolt up and slam my hands on the table, finally showing feeling in this desolate nightmare. I'm furious, and I have reason to be. Because there you are, all dressed up for a tea party of the macabre. With your hair going below the table, and your hands neatly folded in your lap, you carry no expression as you stare forwards towards the nothings we can't see.
"Why is she here! No, you DON'T get to do this! Fuck your vision of terror or whatever the fuck this is. She has nothing to do with this, this is just about you and me you piece of shit!"
"My my, you are passionate little one. On the contrary
by ~Wolfgang2001
fr cmically yoursShe was the assassin, not I. She had the goods for killing. Round deadly ammunition, soft red weapons, wet, and always, always cocked. But she was cocky. Not all hearts are meant to be broken. Not all men are toys. Boys are for toying. Men are for...fr cmically yours
So there. She's dead. So what? Another cunt in life's gutter, won't be missed. Her sesame tinged tissue, her soy sauce saucer eyes, now, just china, all white china, won't be missed.
Her legs were powerful. Each blow crafted from her hips made me believe. She made me believe.
But I wasn't playing. Not that night. That night I authorized the young, vulnerab
by ~devildlived
Second Guest.The door creaks open and I know I'm wrong.Second Guest.
Sirens
Everything is flashing. Everything is loud. The smell of sex everywhere. And there are people everywhere. Emotionlessly moving like puppets to a master unseen by eyes but heard in sound and beat. Almost every inch is occupied by a moving body. I instantly cover my ears as the noise is at first like a gun in my head, but I soon realize that it is simply music. I look back only to see darkness. My exit had disappeared. Expected.
Disoriented cannot begin to describe the feeling I show, but I quickly snap back to my task at hand. "Footsteps, where
by ~Wolfgang2001
beyond reflectionDo you ever feel as though when you look in the mirror, you see someone else? Have you ever looked into the water, and instead of seeing the sea floor, you gaze into a whole other world? I do. Moreover, do you get the feeling that when you are in the light, all you can see is the darkness that's created by your shadow, which increases and follows you wherever you motion? Believe me, my shadow is not the result of me being a shield to the light, but rather a demon.beyond reflection
It is hard enough to pass calculus, but when you feel as though you pursue extraordinary events in your life that no one else would believe, the
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- Current Residence: Japan
- Interests: The human condition in a cybernetic age. Zombies.
- Favourite movie: One Upon A Time in the West, Reservoir Dogs, Day of the Dead, GITS:SAC
- Favourite band or musician: SOUND HORIZON
- Favourite artist: Terada Katsuya, Timothy Bradstreet, Oshii Mamoru (Director).
- Favourite poet or writer: Yamada Fuutaro, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, William Gibson, Herman Hesse, Doris Lessing, Cormac McCarthy.
- Favourite game: Fate / stay night.
- Favourite cartoon character: Major Kusanagi.
- Tools of the Trade: Idleness.
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