Jasper's Odyssey (C2)

Jasper shrugged, returning to the little man. "What do I have to do?" The man beamed up at Jasper. "An excellent choice, sir! And if you don't mind me saying, I think these will be perfect for you. Follow me." The man clicked his fingers and a panel...

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Jasper's Odyssey (C1)

The path to the farm was a verdant one, with vegetation of all kinds growing along the route. Vines and roots and shoots pocket-marked the path, and the stones were cracked and caving under years of pressure. Still they glowed brightly in the...

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Jasper's odyssey (A1)

Jasper felt light as air as he stepped along the path. The cobbles beneath his feet barely made a sound as his feet found their way forward. He didn't know necessarily why he had chosen this path. Perhaps the beach was something he found fun - and so...

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Jasper's Odyssey (S1)

...He falls. It seems to be taking quite some time. He tumbles through the black, head over heels, arms over knees and beak over flippers. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was something odd about that last part. The sensation of...

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Cassi & Isaac

**Isaac** I had a fantasy about committing suicide again today. This time it was in my car, cruising down the endless roads, wind in my hair and the radio crackling with my favourite music. There was something in the middle of the road - a mass of...

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Nocturne: Introduction

Fair old Nocturne Across the lands the cities rose like giants, shore to shore. The viral plague of humanity spread over hill and dale. The souls it nurtured ate and drank and lived life to it's full, never doubting what they knew of brick and bone...

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Untitled

Borne above the ancient surf Which washes all the words away And cleans the shore of many thoughts 'Til only strongest clung remain, The statue sits alone in bronze- -cast, facing into the pressing gale. A wave of crash and slosh and...

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12 Fairtale Close

I do love her. I know it's hard to believe when I'm sitting here and she's just standing there. My arms are on the sides of the ridge-backed chair, my body is warmed by the heat from the softly flickering fire behind the grate. I know it's hard to...

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The Crossdresser

He supposed, in a way, it was about being wanted. It wasn't about the soft feel of the intricate and delicate fabrics against his skin, it was more about the reaction of his master when he was seen. He smiled, blushing slightly as he pulled on a pair...

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The Book of Sins, Chapter 2. The Mad-Dog

In the beginning, everything was dark. Save for the glow of the moon in the night, or the burning fire of the sun in the day there were no lights in our world. For millennia, our species existed In a dinural cycle of movement, camping down every night...

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The Book of Sins, Chapter 1. Passion and Violence

If I'd lived a lifetime of happiness and fortune I would have died happy. I would have existed in a state of self-acceptance, I would have found beauty and harmony in all that I knew, and respected balance and justice in all things. I would have been...

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On A Balcony

The Tiger's heart leapt in fright as he saw the balcony door wide open. Dashing forwards, panicking he cried out, "Alex!"   The Cheetah cub was sitting by the railings, legs dangling through the gaps between the iron bars. He did not look up as the...

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