A Different League_Tavern Dealings_Emani's Mission_Where the Flame Passes
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A Different League
The blackout started at eight thirty-nine exactly and the knock on the door came around one hour later. Jess had been streaming My Fair Lady, watching it with her nine-year-old son, Paul. Before the film had started Jess had looked out of the window of her tiny two-bedroom apartment, in Jackson Heights, New York. It was a wintery, moonless late January evening and Jess and Paul had been mostly inside since Thursday. Only venturing out to the corner store to get milk and what supplies she could afford. Now, with no wind and no cloud cover the temperature had plummeted, transforming the huge sn...
Tavern Dealings
The night was reaching its peak at the old tavern on Conjuror's Row. Inviting orange light spilled out of the windows and onto the street. The air inside was mildly opaque, both in the sense that smoke billowed from the pipes of relaxing adventurers and that the atmosphere of the place was one that begged for anonymity. It was for this reason that the nymph lounging in one corner frequented the place. Her gaze shifted continually around the room as she nursed her drink: an amber-colored brew that never seemed to empty.Between muscled adventurers locked in performative competitions of strength ...
Emani's Mission
“We have plenty of time; it will be quick!” I screamed as I picked up every rock I could find. Our experiment was failing, and it was only a matter of time before NASA sent us back home. We needed those rocks, and the fate of humanity was in my hands. “We have to go now if we plan on making it back to the ship!” My coworker and wife slapped her hand on my back as I picked up the last space rock and headed through the desert. We were on a planet that looked just like earth. There were forests and plains, and of course, we had landed in the worst part of it, the desert. I am not too fond of the ...
Where the Flame Passes
“In the case of Victor Daniels, we the jury find the defendant… not guilty.” There was a momewww.onedoor.ccnt of damning silence after these words, in which not even a gasp was dared, though everyone in the courtroom was in utter shock. Hell, as detective George Alvarez watched the defense attorney, he could’ve sworn even that man had an expression of horror on his face for half a second. Of course, the lawyers recovered first, with the defense smiling and shaking hands, and the prosecutors grimacing with viper-like eyes. George recovered just after them, his heart dropping into the pit of his bowels with ...