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Look UpIn the corner of the living room, half-hidden under a curtain rustling in the light rainy breeze was the emaciated figure of a young girl, no more than sixteen or seventeen. She couldn't have been. Dr. James Noble let the beam of his flashlight hover over her skeletal form for a few seconds before he stepped towards her. The silence in the house was overwhelming. Nothing could be heard but the pattering of the rain on the rooftop, and the quiet, labored breathing of the little girl.
She couldn’t have sat down more than a day or two ago, but she looked as if she hadn’t moved in months. Her eye sockets were like gaping black holes, the eyes themselves like all the others. Every specimen they had seen. Everyone…everyone on Earth had done this…
He could barely look at those eyes; barely hold the gaze of whatever this girl had become. He closed his own eyes, his flashlight beam wavering as his hands shook. He fell to his knees; sweat beading across his body as he r
what I did in outer space, and why I did it.Ten years ago, two candidates were needed for a mission that was far different from any other before. It would be a three-year journey to Alpha Centauri , a four-year mission to begin upon arrival, and three years back home once it was completed. The psychologists wanted people who weren’t leaving a lot behind. John was the obvious choice for the first position. He was the only child of an only child, who was also the only child of an only child, and so on and so forth. He didn’t have many friends since he was always busy with work, only acquaintances he waved to in the halls of the university.
A few weeks after he’d been chosen, he came to my office to tell me that his superiors were still looking for a second.
“Ten years is a long time to be gone from Earth,” I told him from my desk, though he knew by the way I was spinning in my chair that I was seriously considering it.
“Just put your name in and see wh
OHFE: Eleven Little Doctors (pt.2)
Good old web sites. With a little bit of hacking (including using Kaster's sonaser which was then returned - the mini-mister-Master hadn't even noticed his being pick-pocketed and vice versa) you can locate anyone from the site to which the crocheted toys' photos are submitted, Kyon Turlough thought. He had located the occupation of the possible candidate for the role of those toys' owner and maker, and now he was skating there.
Having reached the found address, Kyon stopped and frowned, thinking. The owners of this two-floor house were having guests, and they probably wouldn't like a party-crasher, so the boy quickly activated the in-built function in his board and dashed up into the opened window on the second floor. Easy as pie. People don't usually leave windows open in such not-too-warm weather, unless they want the air in their rooms to stay fresh, so no one had to be there... and no one was.
"If I were a burglar - and I'm not a burglar - wh
OHFE: The Christmas Calendar The day at school was hard, there wasn't even time to glance out of the window. Even too hard - as soon as Kyon Turlough went out of school doors, he at first thought that he was dreaming or the whole building had been brought to another place, like in that nasty business with Judoon platoon on the moon. Actually the urban landscape was the same, but everything was covered with the layer of white powder which was falling from the sky. Or it wasn't powder - those were large flakes.
"Wow, it's the first snow!" Audrey Rayner, the girl in whose family Kyon lived during his being on Earth, rushed out of the school doors. Unlike her "temporal brother", she was excited about this natural phenomenon. "Kyon? What's up?"
"What is going on, Audrey?" Kyon wondered, taking a handful of white flakes from the ground. Those weren't small balls, as he thought, but the combinations of tiny crystals - so accurate that even the best and exact gears couldn't have made them.
[Vocaloid Fanfiction] Iced Heart [KAITO one-shot]
I never understood popularity. Or the obsession with money. Or anything at all, really. I couldn't understand people's feelings, or their actions. I never saw the reasoning behind choices that others made, and I didn't feel the emotions that everybody else had. I was an empty shell, with just enough of a soul to continue living. So many told me that they liked me, my personality, my blue hair. But what did that mean? Why did they 'like' it, and what about it was special? And what exactly was my 'personality'? Crying when I rejected them; why? What made them sad, and why did they shed tears?
My brain consisted of calculations and gears, all juxtaposed in a perfect line. As far as I was concerned, I needed nothing more. The data stored in me was enough to get me through life, and that was fine with me.
I am not a robot. I am a human, but specially trained. When I was around five years of age, they hooked me up to a machine and programmed me. What they say is what I do, and I don't care.
The Fairest Competition in the Universe It wasn't an epidemic. It was more like pandemic. Throughout the planet, no matter in which country, people were found unconscious. On the streets, at home, in shops, whenever. But it wasn't some kind of illness. There was something odd about it. All victims weren't dead, but they couldn't be called alive either. They weren't breathing, their hearts stopped beating, but their bodies remained warm and flexible, not turning into "proper" corpses. And the only common thing about them was the lack of something common. Children, teenagers, elderly people - anybody. History knew some examples of such symptoms, but at the time when they had appeared others had preferred to stay silent about them, so the only thing left was to watch them.
"Grace? Dr. Holloway?"
"There's another one. Was found near the fountain in the square". The nurse showed a document book in light brown cover. "The only documents we could find".
Quest: Giving Thanks
This was stupid. This whole thing was stupid; stupid and completely illogical in every sense of the word. Did Sunstorm honestly expect all the recruits to partake in this... ritual? Nighthawk hoped not. "Thank Primus for everything he's done for us." Yeah, sure, whatever. Primus and his Covenant-thumping "followers;" what had he- or they- ever done for him? Nighthawk had never believed in Primus, and he had just the same amount of ups and downs as any of his priests.
Okay, that wasn't entirely true. He knew Primus existed; that much was a proven fact. But he did not believe in him as a deity; all-knowing outside forces with the power to control anything and everything in existence was just plain ridiculous, and scientifically impossible. And the idea of worshiping it for that was just plain stupid and a waste of time, as far as he was concerned.
And yet, here he was; standin
VT 2 - Chapter 4In the red team's living room, they were celebrating their continued winning streak. Jasmine was enjoying the attention and the amount of praise the girls were giving her.
Carly: You did great in that battle Jasmine, I hope that we can keep up the winning streak.
Jasmine: Me too, but I'm kind of worried about something. I haven't seen Dark Magician Girl lately. I know it's surprising that after all the arguing I'm worried about her, but come on, I don't want her as an enemy.
Clover: Don't worry, you two might fight a lot, but I know she wouldn't turn on a teammate.
Aayla: We should start thinking about who we could eat next. Zelda is off the menu for two more battles, so that leaves twelve girls.
Carly: I want Mikaela to get eaten, and I want to be the one to do it. She' Sam's ex so nothing would make me happier.
The girls smiled and giggled at the thought of Carly eating Mikaela.
On the couch, Rapunzel and Samus were snuggling each other.
Samus: It was just one vote Rapunzel. It's not
World of Warcraft: The Numbers Station CH:10096 World of Warcraft: 2251 The Numbers Station 2110 Chapter One 8105
There are alot of Shortwave Radio Stations out there on the Planet Azeroth. However sometimes you can stumble upon some very strange transmissions. Mysterious voices calling out strings of random numbers for no apparent reason. You see since World War II intelligence agencies have used secret stations to send encrypted assignments and messages to their agents in the field. Unlike cellular and internet based communications these shortwave broadcasts of encoded numbers are untraceable. Governments deny the use of these so called Numbers Stations. But the numbers can still be heard today...
LOCATION: Ice Crown Citadel, Sector: 4 Northrend
"07892 85363 82115 79328 12054 39563..." Deathbringer Saurfang has been on the his radio tuned at 10426 kHz listening to this female voice call out these groups of 5 digit numbers. Unlike other signals like the ones from Kalimdor which have a bit of interference this one is loud and c
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