Please Don’t Be Pinocchio_When One Hunts Dragons_In Another Echelon Of Existence_Power trip
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Please Don’t Be Pinocchio
Trust. Such a simple word, yet a word so loaded with meaning. Take off the first T and you have Rust, something that breaks down hard metals, or a disease of plants. Or take out the S and add an H and you have Truth. And that’s the problem. Because without Truth, there can be no Trust. It’s something I’ve always been able to do, sniff out www.onedoor.cca lie. At first I wasn’t sure what was happening, why sometimes people’s noses would grow. I just thought it was something that happened to everyone once in a while. It wasn’t until I was about five and saw the film Pinocchio that I twigged that people’s nose...
When One Hunts Dragons
The dawn had barely begun to paint the sky a golden hue when Sparrow mounted her white mare Destiny with her longbow and arrows slung across her back and her sword hanging at her hip. She wore no armor, for she had discovered from previous experience that it weighed her down and prevented her from moving swiftly enough to deliver the killing blow.Her father reached up to clasp her hand briefly in his."I wish you would not go, Sparrow.""You say the same every time I leave, Papa. You know that I must go." She touched the leather cord around her neck, from which dangled six curved fangs the lengt...
In Another Echelon Of Existence
Time Remaining: Zero minutesOn Friday, Jonas had returned from 1942 with scathed limbs and a throbbing headache - a parting gift he had yet to get used to - for it was his job as a Drifter. Harmonies of swooping grenades and the ricochet of golden bullets buzzed in his ears as he collapsed onto his seat, drowning beneath the luminous stare of white lights that padded the ceiling."Just rotated back?" Darius asked, tossing a cold pack across the table - a glare was what he'd received for the joking tone. He had stayed back for the fifth night in a row, solely waiting to berate his friend for ove...
Power trip
You looked out the window and, not for the first time, thought about how wrong the weather forecast had been. It said sunny but it's fucking raining blood, boy! You cleave the gargoyle in half with the help of a mighty blade. Look at that thing; it's fucking huge! It hums in your hands, delighted by the life you keep feeding it. As you slit the throat of an imp, its head rolls beneath your muscular feet. A motherfucking champion, that's what you are! Kicking that stupid face sends it flying in the arms of its youngest. Oh man, you've done it now... They swarm from all directions. You disembowe...