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Hybrid (reboot), Chapter 7: Congress

Chapter 7: Politics June 15, 2343 In her blue uniform, Alice and her military commanders sat at the front row and center of the auditorium in the Purelif Capitol. She turned her head to glance at the politicians sitting at their personalized desks. The politicians in the room were asset of various extra-terrestrial humanoids. Some were Humans, Hygers, and Cobains. There were humanoids who had fish scales though had appearances of Humans, the Aquatos. A few in the audience resembled birds with feathers and a beak for a mouth, the Mowls. Along with those people were Arthros, massive walking crustacean beings. Komodos, beings similar to Cobains, yet have lizard-shaped heads, thicker muscles, as tall as Hygers. Sitting with the group were shark-like beings wearing ocean suits filled with a filter apparatus, the Tunains. Facing the whole room was an empty front stage table had eight name tags. Everyone was waiting for the eight people to come to the stage and settle at that

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Devil's Triangle - Periodic Ping 6.2

The smell of well-seasoned meat wafted through the house, bringing a smile to Sandra’s lips. “Oh Lynn, I can’t wait to eat that now,” she exclaimed, looking over her friend’s shoulders at the sizzling meat. Lynn chuckled as she scooped the food out into two containers on the counter. “Knowing you, I guess you have been eating out everyday. It must get pretty boring.” Sandra groaned. “I’ve been yearning for a good homecooked meal for some time now. You’re my savior, Lynn.” Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, Lynn hummed in thought. “I would have brought over some food earlier this week for you but I’ve been busy with my new job.” Sandra waved a hand in dismissal as she leaned back on the island counter. “No don’t trouble yourself too much. I’m already happy to have such a wonderful meal from you today.” Thumbing the glass of water in her hand, Sandra tilted her head to one side. “But what is this new job that you have? I thought you guys were doing well

Stories

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Stranger Words

We are never talk so well, things to say we cannot tell. Words from small to bigger man, learn to live, while living can. Face with eyes and mouth don’t move, nothing saying, does not prove. If you hearing through the fuzz, learn to be, while being does. Where beyond the quiet place, search to see the change of face, use your time left just to see, be a living, live to free. leaving now, but hear before, easy caring, to ignore. Do not to hear these words ban, learn to love, while loving can.

Poetry-Full

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Fan Fiction

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'I think I saw this in some bad WRITING ADVICE!'

"We've gathered you here to tell you that there's something in the lake," Gloria said.The campers stirred. "Yeah, fish," someone said."Something else. People have been attacked, and as best as we can tell, whatever it was-some kind of animal, came from the water. So we're going to shut you in your cabins for the night, with food, and we'll leave in the morning.""Any questions? Susan.""Do you know what it is?""No. No, we don't, but we've called the Sheriff's department. They're coming to take you home, tomorrow morning. KJ?""Why aren't we going now?""Because the camp vans have two blown tires. Sheriff said to sit tight. Robin?""Can thi

Miscellaneous Literature

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of a boy and a girl

shall i tell you a story? it's short and (not) not sweet, and it goes like this: there's a girl. (and she's strong and smart and sweet and everything a girl can be, and she sees the world in a rainbow spectrum of happiness.) and there's a boy. (and he's small and weak and tired from seventeen long years of life.) and the boy likes the girl (and the girl likes the boy.) but because the boy knows that the girl doesn't like him back (though she does, she adores him because he's small and cute and weak in a brave, always-keep-trying-to-beat-the-odds sort of way, and because he's tired from seventeen years of getting kno

Through The Looking Glass Entries

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Mini-Contest Entries

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Wrong Answer

She was supposed to be right; love was supposed to win, and the world was supposed to be a loving, kind place. That's what she was told; that's what she told herself. That's what she believed. I write because I was wrong, but mostly because love and kindness isn't. I write because I still have hope, and hope does something. When I've been in so much pain, when I write this poem in pain, Hope looks me in the eyes and says "do something." Hope can't fix everything, but when hope inspires to do something... And I see I wasn't supposed to be right, I was just supposed to do something after I was wrong.

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Devil's Triangle - Periodic Ping 6.2 by WindMeister8, literature

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Devil's Triangle - Periodic Ping 6.2

Resilience by WindMeister8, literature

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Resilience

You’ve heard of child prodigies – Mozart, Picasso, Pascal, Marie Curie. They were blessed with talents at such a young age and given the opportunity to flourish. Of course, the education systems today in many countries takes that as an example, allowing more advanced youth to fast-track. Success stories are aplenty. Interviews on them showcase their desire to challenge themselves in pursuit of knowledge. Sure, some struggles are mentioned but the picture that you see is still a bed of roses with maybe only a thorn or two in its midst. But do you actually know what they faced? Do you see beyond the roses, its blood red dye hidin

Re:Generation by WindMeister8, literature

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Re:Generation

Why do the birds go on singing? The sweet feminine voice crooned from some broken recording device within the hearts of the desolate city, its only audience that of a slender form draped in a dark cape. As the slightly distorted sound filtered through his ears, the language was parsed instantaneously into his native language. Without so much as a pause, he continued forward, his liquid-like form sliding over the ground smoothly. Turning once to the left and then the right, he took in his surroundings with nary an expression on his silver-colored face. His single grey eye never blinked, roving around as he moved through the empty streets. He

Mirrored Emotions by WindMeister8, literature

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Mirrored Emotions

The dim light from the candles threw shadows across the spacious room, its warm yellow glow bringing a sharp contrast to the dark blood-red color of the silk linings of the poster bed. The furniture in the room was scarce, but each piece was a mammoth size. The intricate gold detailing on every item was done to perfection, its elegance befitting the status of its owner and sole occupant of the room who currently sat in front of the dresser. Facing the large mirror, her fingers dragged the brush through her long wavy pink hair, smoothing out the small tangles that had popped up during the course of the day. She appraised her reflection as the

I Am.. by WindMeister8, literature

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I Am..

Nothing scares me. Not spiders, not snakes. Not darkness, and not even death. Why should I? After all, during the freakiest winter blizzard of the century, I was found abandoned in the garbage dump with nary a piece of cloth around my wee body. Apparently I was wailing up a storm too, as if I was angry with my parents and with the world. I admit, I was a pretty difficult child. Eight foster homes and twice that number of run-ins with the law. Quite the record I have there. I’m not exactly proud of it but I guess all that experience did make me become who I am now – a rather successful lady. My home is situated in one of the mos

Who Are You... Really? by WindMeister8, literature

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Who Are You... Really?

Soft humming emanated from the small attic room, accompanied by rhythmic thumps. Vina stopped just outside its old wooden door, her hand barely touching the doorknob. She hesitated and took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her jumpy nerves. Her other hand subconsciously clenched into a fist and she had to flex it multiple times before it relaxed at her side. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally turned the doorknob and entered the dark room. The single window that overlooked the back garden had been obscured by the black curtains that hung awkwardly a few feet off the ground. The only source of light came from a dim table lamp t

The Taikainu by Jakeukalane, literature

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The Taikainu

Tib-Eni-Di, a Green Taikainu, by ServantofEntropy (https://www.deviantart.com/servantofentropy). Text corrected by ChasMandala (https://www.deviantart.com/chasmandala) (Thank you!). Italic text has floating captions, you don't have to press the links to have a brief resume of what the link says. The notes are put twice, in captions and in the end. 0. Introduction 1. Green Taikainu. 1.1 Tib-Eni-Di. 2. The Red Taikainu. 2.1. The Ancient Red Taikainu. 2.2. The fragmentation of the Red Taikainu. 2.3. The Red Taikainu after the Battle of the 23th regiment of the Yakawyujhsi. 2.4 The New Red Taikainu. 2.5. Ryaušawyr: The God of the Sliding Eyes. 2.6.

The Lady Defender: Enemies and Rivals Part 2 by THEMYSTERYWRITER, literature

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The Lady Defender: Enemies and Rivals Part 2

The Monster Empire Vs. The Lady Defender: Chapter 4: Enemies and Rivals: Part 2 By Norris Vaughn III In the dimly lit caverns of the Dark Alliance’s lair, the molten lava and torches as the only light source, Brutus and the Elven Princess were on the warpath, as they chased Dynamite Soldier and the Lady Defender. As they ran down the darkened passageway, they could see the light of the Defender’s torch getting smaller and smaller in the distance. Brutus’ rage-filled eyes narrowed, as he and the Princess followed the light down deeper into the labyrinth which made out the cavern system. As they ran off into the darkness

The Lady Defender: Enemies and Rivals: part 1 by THEMYSTERYWRITER, literature

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The Lady Defender: Enemies and Rivals: part 1

The Monster Empire: The Lady Defender Chapter 3: Enemies and Rivals: Part 1 By Norris Vaughn III Dynamite Soldier slowly opened his eyes to find that his world had been turned upside-down…LITERALLY. As he came too, he discovered he was suspended in the air above a river of molten lava, upside-down, and tied tightly against, who else, the Lady Defender. She had been calling out to him while he was unconscious, jostling him awake with her tugging against the binds. “W-what the…?” Dynamite exclaimed, “What happened!” “It’s about time you woke up, Sleeping Beauty!” Cassie yelled at hi

Perfect Family by WindMeister8, literature

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Perfect Family

“No family is perfect..” Three girls whispered the same words as they hugged their knees tightly, their head resting on their arms. Three girls of the same age – but of different backgrounds, living in different corners of the earth. Why can’t we…. Crashes and banging of doors could be heard from upstairs. The girl covered her ears, muffling out the sounds of the typical ransacking. She whimpered in fear, mumbling to herself repeatedly that everything was going to be fine. After another five minutes in the dark cubby hole, someone lifted the trap door and called to her in a weary, low voice. “Everything

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