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Toilet Dark by balhaza, literature

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Toilet Dark

My first concern when I entered my toilet was that I was overworked. The second was my unquiet stomach. The third: a duck poring over Salinger's Catcher in the Rye on my toilet seat. 'Oh God, I think I have a headache…' 'Get some aspirin,' it half-mumbled between flipping the pages. 'I think there are some in the topmost drawer by the stove.' 'Thanks.' I excused myself, lightly closed the door of the toilet and proceeded to the kitchen. When I got there, I dunked my head in water and got myself a beer. Thing was, there wasn't any. 'The beer's out. You should really do some grocery shopping some time soon.' The door flipped open as the to

Magenta Tears: Chapter 15 by balhaza, literature

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Magenta Tears: Chapter 15

Chapter 15 Completion When a life becomes a life He could not remember much. Only that a void opened within the inky darkness, and before too long, he felt a sticky warm liquid on his face. When he finally peeled open his eyes, Jean was leaning against him, her red hair in a dishevelled heap about her pretty face. "Jean…" he tried to call out, but it only came out as a mumble. She looked so frail and fragile when she looked at him, her eyes quavering with fear and pain. She opened her mouth to say something, but her voice would not yield. "I love you," he whispered to her, and she barely managed a weak smile. Slowly, she laid her hea

Magenta Tears: Chapter 14 by balhaza, literature

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Magenta Tears: Chapter 14

Chapter 14 Dreams and Reality Fragments of a mind. She ran out of the house, her heart shattered by her unfeeling brother. Seeing Blackgale standing by the road, she leapt onto his back and steered him away from the house. Like the trusty steed that he was, Blackgale clopped down the road, and before too long, she was at the gates of Zetapol. There, she slowed Blackgale to a trot. "Is anything the problem lady? You do not look very well." One of the guards said. "I just need to go out for a while…"Her head was hung and she did not feel like talking at all. "But it is late, and we will be closing the gates soon." "Please… just a lit

Magenta Tears: Chapter 13 by balhaza, literature

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Magenta Tears: Chapter 13

Chapter 13 Retribution The pounding waves of fate Liszt and Julian ran down the streets in the pouring rain. Only a few lights lit their way to the docks. But that was enough for them. The black roiling river laid beyond, and the angry waves pounded heavily into the piers, spitting spiteful white foam at the inky stones. Somehow, it all seemed all so melancholic to Liszt. Life, like the summer storms in Zetapol, was ever the relentless. The warehouses were silent, save for the occasional squeal of a drenched cat. The dark warehouses stared into the angry river, silent sentinels to the unbridled tempers of the untamed river. All except on

Magenta Tears: Chapter 12 by balhaza, literature

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Magenta Tears: Chapter 12

Chapter 12 Pain Red waters that stained the way It was three days from the Venette forest, but he did not have the luxury of time. Quickly he recalled his men in Vetapol and struck for the Kranche range. If the magic wielder was to unleash chaos, it was not without getting past him. Before too long, the briefing was over, and the despatches were en route to the palace to warn the king and the others. Luther looked glumly at the rain. It was time to go. There was one more thing Liszt was not aware of – there were still active magic wielders. And his team ranked but a few of them. In the blink of the eye, the team of ten disappeared.

Magenta Tears: Chapter 11 by balhaza, literature

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Magenta Tears: Chapter 11

Chapter 11 Rain of Emotions Like the clash of lightning. "Jean…" the man caressed her hair. His eyes were ever so soft and gentle. They stood for a long time in the rain, wrapped in each other's embrace. But as the rain got heavier, he coaxed her to return to the house. In the house, they sat together by the blazing fireplace. His hair was matted to the old mask, making him look wan and exhausted. Yet he did not mention a word about himself. All he could see was Jean. And she smiled sweetly at him. "I …"he began softly. "missed you." "So have I," she giggled. "I was at Korse, but..." he continued. "Blackgale came to me and I fea

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Reticence by balhaza, literature

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Reticence

Bottled "I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell…" Perhaps it's just me. It might be them, but I think it's me. This feeling… the cold… the pain… the numbness that's spreading throughout my body… I don't know what to think, what to say, what to do... Depression. Is that it? Is it the term for what I am in now? Loneliness? Yea, that might be it. I must be looking pathetic, wandering about aimlessly, looking no more than a slob dragging himself down the walkways. Why must it be that who we love, couldn't really love us? Why must it be that I would love the one I know I cannot love? Why? This world is a joke. A cruel joke played by an un

CAT by balhaza, literature

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CAT

Good evening gentle felines. I presume you have all gathered here to listen to my fabulous speech. Well, fabulous it is, and no lack thereof. Thus, without further ado, I shall begin. I am a fat tabby that wanders down the streets at night, scouring the bins for scraps of food. It is always so lonely, this scouring business, but what can I do about it? My feline compatriots don't really show much enthusiasm especially when it comes to being with me. Truth to be told, I do look common enough and well, there might be the part about me being fat. But that is another story. You see, my story began in this little pet shop down by the

The Mattock: Prologue by balhaza, literature

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The Mattock: Prologue

" And thus the hub of life turns to the symphony of hope and despair, sorrow and joy…" - Kronos Onslaught Guardian of Flame Age of Collapse He stood at the threshold of the mountain city of Durae, soaking the in view in awe. The ancient gates that were carved from the mountainside bore deep scars of forgotten wars. Time had not been merciful on the gua

The Mattock: Act I by balhaza, literature

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The Mattock: Act I

Act I: The merchant's face was red with anger. The priests that stood before him merely shook their heads in silence. "I'll see to it that you will get your just repayment, Givan scums!" One of the priests wielded his staff menacingly as he confronted the fat merchant. His eyes narrowed to slits, looking more reptilian than human. "Fat on greed, sloth and power. I am afraid that the stench about you cannot be put into words. 'Just recompense', you said? I wonder how would anything wrought from underhand dealings and oppression constitute to anything 'just'. Perhaps you could answer that question, Merchant Gras?" The merchant sucked i

The Mattock: Act II by balhaza, literature

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The Mattock: Act II

Act II. The sun was had risen above the mountains when the fight broke out. The daily bustle of the marketplace grinded to a halt as people gathered around the fight, bearing solemn witness to the escalating tension between the Givan and the Trader's Union. "Look my brothers. This is the true form of the Trader's Union!" A priest yelled, his eyes wide with a crazed glee. "Nothing but tyrants and monopolists! Servants of dark lords!" Just before he finished his sentence, a wooden club came crashing down. The nimble man dodged the attack and sneered at the red-faced owner of the club. Roaring, the merchant swung the heavy club towards the

The Mattock: Act III by balhaza, literature

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The Mattock: Act III

Act III. The chorus ended with a standing ovation. The audience cheered and applauded as the conductor bowed respectfully. The velvet curtains cascaded onto the stage with a deliberate grace, in harmony with the thunderous applause that refused to cease. Before long, Destrif Ashcroft, host and owner of the large estate where the party was held, appeared from behind the curtains. He wore a jaunty smile upon his hard features, his dark eyes squinting under the glare of the stage lights. The noble wore a royal purple coat with tastefully set gold designs. He raised the glass he held in his right hand, addressing the audience. "My dear brothe

The Mattock: Act IV by balhaza, literature

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The Mattock: Act IV

Act IV. He sat at the bar, nursing his tankard of ale. Behind him, drunks danced to the discordant revelry of the rest of the tavern. Respite from a hard day's work. The stranger smiled, drinking deep from his tankard. "It is amazing that they still can be so carefree," the barkeep sighed. A wet tankard laid in his huge burly hands, a browned cloth dappled with green stains pampering it. Noticing his patron was looking at him, the man gave a wan, toothless grin. "I don't grudge you for not knowing, since you are a stranger to these parts, but enough has happened to rattle this city's old bones." The tankard was shoved onto a shelf stoc

The Mattock: Act V by balhaza, literature

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The Mattock: Act V

Act V. The wind the night before had swept the roads clear of snow. The frozen gray cobbles grinned at him in the morning sun, the fresh mountain air breathing gently into his face as he opened his window. Alastor dressed and prepared to breakfast when he noted a slip of paper shoved under the window to his room. A medallion dropped to the floor as he retrieved the paper. It was the same medallion that he had recovered from the vampire's body a few days back. Reading the hastily scrawled words on the paper, Alastor slung his sword and ambled to the common room, where it was well into the day's activities. The day past by without much even

The Mattock: Act VI by balhaza, literature

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The Mattock: Act VI

Act VI. Sierus looked at the house. The white paint and gold cornices glimmering faintly in the full moon. He wondered if the man at the inn had received the message he left. Praying he did, Sierus entered the house. The once posh and exquisite interior was in shambles. Bodies laid in the hallway, but the blood that was spilt were green. Sierus smiled, drawing two knives. It seems like the assassins have struck first. From the corner of his eye, he saw the glint of metal. Swiftly, he ducked, rolled to a side as the stiletto whistled past. He came to a halt, sent a couple of his darts in the direction of the assailant before dashing for

The Mattock: Epilogue by balhaza, literature

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The Mattock: Epilogue

Epilogue. Alastor eyed the man before him warily. Beside him sat the boy he had been with until the death of Silver. Sierus nodded at the vampire slayer. The slayer had the strong urge to cut the two down as they sat. One was a vampire, the other, a devious human. No doubt, he was young, but more cunning than anyone he has met. "Please stay your sword for the moment slayer." The man said with a smile, his hand ruffling the sandy hair of the lad beside him. "We come in peace." Alastor sniffed at that statement. What was peace after that much clamor in the city? "I must apologize for exploiting your strength. For that, I am willing to off

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Biology of the Staple Remover by triptychr, literature

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Biology of the Staple Remover

The Staple Remover (Connectiva Chompicus), while one of the smaller creatures in the office, still holds the reputation as a much feared predator in the ecosystem. The most prominent characteristic of the Staple Remover is its four long fangs that give it an almost menacing smile. Non-venomous yet quite sharp, these fangs are capable of latching on to its favorite prey, the Staple, even when it is firmly rooted in its most secure habitat. Its deathgrip secure, the Staple Remover crushes the helpless Staple's defense and drags it out for a viciously rewarding meal. Although more often observed as a solitary animal, a pack of Staple Remover

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Australia
Deviant for 20 years
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An avid reader turned avid gamer now turning into a rabid unemployed.

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A Beautiful Mind

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Yasunori Mitsuda, Do As Infinity, Bump of Chicken

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Malazan Book of the Fallen

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Lawrence Block, Steven Erikson, Tad Williams, Dan Abnett, Neil Gaiman,

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Xenogears, Xenosaga, Chrono Cross, The Witcher

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Apr 26, 2006

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I have decided that I am not going to read another article discussing about intellectuals or anything that is intellectually stimulating. I have had enough and my brain has exploded from the sheer pressure of trudging through verbose bogs. And that, my friend, is never a good thing. I am also at a crossroad. I have worked long and rather hard at making Richard Sommer - now Joseph Stokes - a functional story, but I think I might have ran out of steam and I might just have complicated things by starting off with an expectation. I know some of you will just glower at me and say that I never finish my story, but the truth  is I did already, just

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Apr 19, 2006

Arachnophobia

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Creamy Chicken Pasta Ingredients: 1/2   washed potato, cubed 1      cup broccoli florets 1      wedge of lemon 1      Cup of pasta (penne or fusilli/spirali) 3      tspn Cornflour 2      tspn extra virgin olive oil 2      tbspn CARNATION Light and Creamy evaporated Milk. 1      chicken thigh, cubed. Add pasta to a pot of boiling water. Add a pinch of salt to taste. Cook for 10 mins or until al dente. Drain and set aside. To prevent pasta from drying, add a tspn of olive oil and toss. Meanwhile, add 2 tbspn of evaporated milk to cornflour and mix until smooth. Heat non-stick frying pan over medium flame. Add olive oil and potatoes

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Apr 11, 2006

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I've just acquired a soundtrack from a much loved anime series and I am loving every second of it. The titles of the tunes, which incidentally is the title of each chapter, is driving my Muse mad with ideas. 夢なしに枕の小路で時が去る Yumenashi ni makura no kouji de toki ga saru Translation: Without a dream, time abandons me on the pillowed road. Explanation of imagery: What really tickled me was the clause, 枕の小路 (makura no kouji), which literally translates as 'The Pillow's Alley'. Imagine a small road hidden away in the weave of yo