It was way too hot for this. Despite it being night, it was still around 75 degrees outside. It made Madeline, who was used to the chilled nights of the upper US, uncomfortable. She was staked out by the corner of a jewelry store name Bronners', from the looks of its old timey interior and small size compared to traditional stores was family run. Which
mean't that with this heist, someone's livelihood was going to be damaged. It left a sour taste in her mouth. She never liked hitting family businesses. It felt too personal, too cruel.
But Anderson, her handler, didn't care.
On a small memo pad, she wrote down points of interest.
How the front door didn't shut completely. Their opening and closing hours, in...
The knight approached the battlefield with his sword and shield at hand. His armor reflected the treacherous battle ahead. He walked calmly as if he had nothing to fear and had no distinct emotion on his face. Of the thousands of warriors, few noticed he was present. A warrior of big stature drew nearer to the young knight. The big warrior’s dark black
armor was intimidating to most warriors, but the young knight simply raised his bright red shield to deflect the incoming blade. He then slightly lowered his shield and swiped his fine point sword against the warrior’s unprotected arm. A painful gash appeared and he screeched in agony as bright red blood tricked down to his gloved hand. The warrior’s once b...
A PICTURE PERFECT LIFE
The Ngugi’s left the less noble affairs to their numerous workers, maids and helps and instead chose to spend their entire days and fortunes playing golf in the most expensive Naivasha Golf Club amidst a company of likewise rich friends and their families – doing this as a strategic move to meet business partners and push their
business to the right hands – since their first business took off. It was a simple affair at first, without much hope of becoming the business empire it had turned out to be; for their lack of education certificates and credentials and more so, the meagre funds to supply their initial capital, combined with a lack of wisdom in commerce, gave them a humility ...
She sipped it slowly. It tasted bittersweet, like all the memories she could recall. She knew she would be alright after this though. It was all part of the good Lords great plan. At lease that's what they told her in church.
Her heart was a block of cement hanging by a chain in her chest, swaying slowly, turning, threatening to drop at any moment. When it
did, she knew it would be hell. That was the part she was trying to outrun.
She didn't know what was in this drink and she didn't care. It might kill her, but she was okay with that. She didn't care much about anything anymore. These people could poison her, boil her alive, or make a slave of her if they wanted to. She wouldn't fight them. She was too tire...
I can't say that everything was completely normal.
I spotted him from across the street, sitting there at the corner table, in front of the restaurant, his back to the window, eyes moving as though he was always on the look out.
I always thought it was kind of cute, the way his eyes narrowed and flitted here and there - like a meerkat. Like one of
those cute meerkats that keeps a look out while his friends are eating. I thought it was just a tick, or a twitch.
I looked right and left and crossed behind a taxi that blared its horn at me for no reason. That's when he spotted me. I caught his eye and he beckoned me over quickly, his smiled flashing only for a moment before it faded from his lips.
I am a strong believer in other worlds. Alternative universes created by time travelers, our alternate selves living out experiments. Parallel worlds of our reflections. Skewed worlds where time flows backwards.
There are so many universes possible. Our neurons are like the stars and galaxies. We all live with a different perception of the
Others say I'm crazy. Delusional, fanatical, whimsical. I play along, and so I don't care. I'm perfectly fine "living inside my own mind," as they put it.
But I don't understand how they don't feel it.
It's 4 a.m. right now. In some cultures, "four" means death. For me, it is peace.
At night, my mind is clear, but the boundaries become blurred.
'They said it. I remember it clearly. You'll be dead, practically, and the first thing you'll feel is the heat. It'll melt the ice in your veins. You'll wake up hot, burning, scared. You'll see fire through the glass as the pod comes in at more then forty five thousand miles an hour. Brace your knees, or they'll snap, they said. Ha, they obviously never had
to move joints that had been frozen for half a century.
I braced anyway. It hurt like all hell hitting the thermosphere. Like a brick wall at a million miles an hour. Damn techs, think they know everything. Probably all dead by now anyway. Not that I'd ever see them again. Or anyone for that matter. XLT006-P. Catchy name for a planet. This was a one way r...
here was once a man, whose wife was dead, and a woman, whose husband was dead; and the man had a daughter, and so had the woman. The girls were acquainted with each other, and used to play together sometimes in the woman's house. So the woman said to the man's daughter,
"Listen to me, tell your father that I will marry him, and then you shall have milk to
wash in every morning and wine to drink, and my daughter shall have water to wash in and water to drink."
The girl went home and told her father what the woman had said. The man said,
"What shall I do! Marriage is a joy, and also a torment."
At last, as he could come to no conclusion, he took off his boot, and said to his daughter,
There was a man who had three sons, the youngest of whom was called the Simpleton, and was despised, laughed at, and neglected, on every occasion. It happened one day that the eldest son wished to go into the forest to cut wood, and before he went his mother gave him a delicious pancake and a flask of wine, that he might not suffer from hunger or thirst.
When he came into the forest a little old grey man met him, who wished him good day, and said,
"Give me a bit of cake out of your pocket, and let me have a drink of your wine; I am so hungry and thirsty."
But the prudent youth answered,
"Give you my cake and my wine? I haven't got any; be off with you."
There was once a sweet little maid, much beloved by everybody, but most of all by her grandmother, who never knew how to make enough of her. Once she sent her a little cap of red velvet, and as it was very becoming to her, and she never wore anything else, people called her Little Red-cap. One day her mother said to her,
"Come, Little Red-cap, here are
some cakes and a flask of wine for you to take to grandmother; she is weak and ill, and they will do her good. Make haste and start before it grows hot, and walk properly and nicely, and don't run, or you might fall and break the flask of wine, and there would be none left for grandmother. And when you go into her room, don't forget to say, Good morning, inste...
Tony grew angry. He sat in the back of his limousine, waiting for the light to change. Tonight was the dinner meeting, it was Tony's night and nothing was going to interfere with his promotion.
"Calm down, Tony," said the eloquent woman. Staring at him crossly, she became more and more irritated with his behavior.
"This is a make or break moment,
Crystal," Tony shot back.
She laughed snottily and replied, "Oh, Tony, everything is always a make or break moment for you, just be calm."
Attempting to relax, Tony sat back quietly.
Chinese. His mind went to the delicious meal he would dine upon at the Dragon Palace. At the thought of tender duck lathered in butter and seasonings, his mouth began to sa...