Don't Get Caught_Fighting Back_Go Away..._The Temperate Wyvern
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Don't Get Caught
They couldn’t catch him in the library. It was against the rules. No dragging anyone from class, no dragging anyone from the library. Five minutes to closing time they paced around the only exit, inspecting every face that passed as if he might have disguised himself. They no longer looked like they were having fun. When they’d chased him to class that morning smiles had cracked their faces. They thought they had him. He escaped because he hadn’t spent the night before drunk. During class their heads popped up in windows. Still smiling. When the professor accompanied him out of the classroom...
Fighting Back
Murder is common in Lark city. Life is cheap and the integrity these scumbags claim to have is shot into their veins. I hate the filth. Last week I surrendered my badge and walked away from the police department. It wasn't easy to leave everything I worked for but that was the first step to make this city a better place.The problem with being a cop is the restrictions. Sometimes to beat the criminals you have to lower yourself to their level. That's exactly what I plan on doing.I stand by the window of my apartment and keep watch out of the dying traffic. Nobody feels safe to be out at night ...
Go Away...
The rain came down in sheets causing a deep incoming surf on the street. “Whoever thought that Gore-Tex would keep you dry in a rainstorm that would have impressed Noah, is out of their minds!” Garald thought. The walk from the bus-stop was only – perhaps on a lazy summer afternoon – a hundred yards or so, but today was the length of three football fields. Thankfully, his bawww.onedoor.ccckpack, holding the curriculum for his classes and the story he started this morning at the coffee shop, was rated for extreme weather. It was a very expensive going away present from “the girl Garald left behind”. The s...
The Temperate Wyvern
“En garde, Devil's Spawn!”“I beg your pardon?”“Hellbeast! Talketh not to me. I come in the name of mine own sov'reign king."“Why?”“To bring glory to his name.” “Bring glory to some old goat’s name? That’s quite the undertaking.”“Silence! I shall not listen to another word slithering from your forkéd tongue!” “Then we won’t have much to discuss, will we?”“I claimeth this mountaintop in the name of the Lord of the Realm!”“You are far too winded to claim anything. That’s quite a climb up those treacherous rocks—and in full armor, too. But so many young men are willing to die for glory these days—...