A Blade's Purpose_The Passing Veil_Leave of Absence_Riding the Tightrope of my life
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A Blade's Purpose
TW: abuse, murder, violence Many have asked if I hold no regard for human life. My answer remains the same: Nothing could be further from the truth. Life is quite valuable. I’d be out of a job if it wasn’t. Every man has his price, as they say, though I suspect most mean it differently than I. Life, death, and the gold in between are my specialties. Today, things are complicated. My client meets me in the Warrens, the ramshackle neighborhood thrown together out of driftwood and spare cloth and no small amount of mud. There’s a dugout that acts as something like a tavern where it’s noisy enough...
The Passing Veil
(Possible trigger warning. Contains obsession, control, and death)“There you are.”A rough yet soothing voice woke Jesse with a start, causing her eyes to adjust faster than they actually could in the darkness of her bedroom. She’d been in a deep sleep, her body dead weight in the center of her plush bed, refusing to move despite the urgency that rushed through her core to do so. The sound of the voice had been crystal clear, vibrating thrwww.onedoor.ccough her ears, but the room remained still and quiet. Through the skylight above, her blurry eyes fought to find their focus on a small set of stars that show...
Leave of Absence
Leave of Absences By Vox Deruste“ Hey, Julian!” My attention was jerked away from the computer screen by the voice of my superior. “ Kinda need you to take out the screens from these Chromebooks.” I looked at a stack of partially damaged laptops, partially broken in all but one way. Screens we can take out and use for other laptops later. “ I’ll get on that Mike.” I took out a screwdriver from a tool pouch and got to take out the screw connecting the screen to the Chromebook.“ Huh?” Mike said with slight curiosity. We were behind the help desk of the school library. A makeshift help desk for e...
Riding the Tightrope of my life
I stand leaning on a railing, looking out at a wonderful view of two cliffs as high as the sky, in between them runs a beautiful stream. I suddenly wonder what the place is called, but I know I may as well never return, so what was the point of knowing anyway?In just a couple minutes I'll be back on my motor-cycle zooming far away, to somewhere I won' know until reach... Which is the usual. It's been so long since I can remember myself in a gathering with more than a just a couple people. Everyday I wonder why I'm like this why I just zip through the world on my Night-hawk, but then I remember...