Cu'chulainnAll our travels now are ended,
Snaps we posted truly have been splendid.
Their beaches were pristine and glorious,
To cubicles we return now, shifting as fair Morepheus.
Never will we forget the times we had there,
Lest we doubt our joy in life's share.
He made a purposeful effort take on a look of seriousness and sat on his haunches before Rusty. Then he folded his hands on his lap and looked straight at him, "Yes my boy, go ahead. What is your Question?"
"Well, what I want to know is, where did The Great Highway COME from? WE didn't build it did we?"
They stood and caught their breath at the big intersection at Eight Temples, the closest thing to a downtown in this part of The Great Highway in the Sky. They looked out over the vast city and its building and smoke and all manner of creatures rushing from place to place. They felt at once like gods, invisible observers and fearless adventurers.
"Granpuh, I have...A Question", Rusty declared.
Granpuh Grey cocked his head.
...
Of course, I could have run, none of them knew me. But I was in the right position behind him after another attack and I brought home my blade into his heart. I watched the light in his eyes go out as he realized I had enchanted him earlier.
I do not regret it, yet I see that face in my dreams now. I haunts me. But I'm glad since I finally have found a clue on the Cressik, with luck, I will soon return to you.
With love, SJ.
#tootfic #microfiction #nanotootmo #scraydenfic
Dearest Jessica,
I killed a man yesterday. Not that I haven't done it before, but this man had not wronged me or attacked me, at least not yet. He was the former associate of the band of adventurers I ran into after (ruin town) and it was helpful to attack him to gain their trust. Once the battle started a Green Dragon had demanded we all kill this man to feed him or else become a meal ourselves.
...
'Gawd this traffic is awful, it's just stop and go all the time.', she thought to herself, 'but these amateur drivers with their tail-gaiting and weaving as if they'll get their faster. They should take away their licenses.'
"Can't you go faster? At least follow closer!", her passenger demanded during a brief break from yelling into his phone.
"Sure thing", she said, as she completed a fresh backup and then crashed into the SUV ahead.
"Stupid humans."
Airports are places of such emotion. Joy downstairs, sadness upstairs, anxiety and exhaustion everywhere.
I sit here feeding off of it, this wave of human endorphins, hormones and LIFE. It sustains me as I drink it I gulping breathes..
No one stares, I don't exist to them. I'm just another stranger in the shining faux-marble background. All they see are the targets if their emotions, their joy, their lost love.
I don't know how I survived on just blood for so long.
I'll be getting home soon, Eric thought to himself.
Home.
It had been a good trip...hadn't it? On the surface it had been; he'd met everyone he needed to meet; he'd made a good impression. The future was bright.
On the surface.
What had changed? Something deep had changed in these few weeks. He had a new understanding of himself and his place in the world. How could that happen in just two weeks?
Would Emily recognize him? Would she even notice? Of course she would.