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The Saviour and Its Stars
One... Two... Three...The girl stared at the dark street, vaguely noticing how the streetlight flickered on and off.Four... Five... Six...The streetlamp the girl had previously observed gave a final long flicker of light before completely shutting off, leaving the girl encased in the darkness. But the girl barely noticed, and so she sat down, continuing to wait.Seven... Eight... Nine...“I knew you would come,” the girl whispered, knowing that even in her soft tone her words would be heard. Ten.A soft sigh escaped from the shadows, confirming the girl’s thoughts. However, the girl did not look ...
ANALOG PROPERTIES OF DIGITAL CIRCUITS
ANALOG PROPERTIES OF DIGITAL CIRCUITS By Andrew Paul Grell “First, let me say good work being able to contact me. But why on earth would I need a mask? I don’t leap over tall buildings in a single bound, you know, or wear my underwear on the outside, either. And I’ll save you the trouble of asking your next question. I don't have an origin story. I have a hypothesis about what happened. One hypothesis. Obviously neither collectively exhaustive nor, of course mutually exclusive. A sufficient but likely not necessary condition. I’m as muchwww.onedoor.cc in the dark about the particulars as you are, Toots.” R...
The Bejeweled Key
One rainy spring day, Felina was taking a walk around the downtown with her fairy wings tucked up inside her jacket. Her ferret, Ferentina, was hiding in her hood. She had just gotten back to Swanfeather a week ago. When she had gotten out of the car, she had rushed in and given a hug to all the mentors, then immediately rushed upstairs to her dormitory to place her belongings on her bed to claim it before her stepsister Nivea got up there. Ok, now you're probably wondering why someone would be walking around in the rain. The answer is that Felina had to go to the backside of the school to a ...
Gifts from The Sirens
The streets on the little island were crowded as people moved all around it. The sky was clear and the water that matched it stretched for miles. From the streets you could hear a woman singing on the outside of a decorated shop. People stopped to listen to her and admire her singing. As the day grew on the bigger the crowd became. At sunset, with few breaks in her day, the woman performed her last song and with the applause ducked into the shop. “Calypso. My musical angel,” the sly shop owner sighed as she approached the counter, “How much did you make me?”Calypso dumped the pile of coins and...