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Day Forty One - Sands
So I just had the best weekend I've had in a long, long time.
Everything I could possibly have wanted out of it happened in a totally organic and effortless way.
I went swimming, I saw that movie, I fell asleep to the gently tinkling of guitar after seeing the sun rise, I wrote something, I ate fettucini carbonara, I finished a book, I bought comics ( Read more... ) -
Day Forty - Nameless
Mirages shimmered, forming quicksilver puddles; swelling, melting and disappearing on the hard packed dirt road. It had been hours since he’d passed another traveler, a grizzled old man shadowed under a wide brimmed hat, that had raised a cudgel and shouted something indiscernible from atop an old creaking cart as it trundled slowly trundled by. He ( Read more... ) -
Day Thirty Eight - Langweilig
Study study has stolen away my hours, so ironically here's a what I did today type thingy
- Slept in missing tutorial
- Went to lecture
- Went to the other tutorial, narrowly avoiding any questions that might throw a spotlight on deficiencies in my study
- Went to the beach, was fantastic water temperature coupled with horrible rips and dumpers
- Met the ( Read more... )
- Slept in missing tutorial
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Day Thirty Seven - Task
"I know you from somewhere".
His breath washed over me, roiling in hot, putrid waves from between his broken, brown teeth. His dirty, ragged assortment of clothes stank of stale urine and liquor. A louse leapt from his dust caked beard, I had time to be reminded of the inside of a vacuum cleaner bag, before it landed on my jacket. I brushed it and ( Read more... ) -
Day Thirty Six - Snow
Pedrovski sat in an imposing chair of thick, dark cedar. He was a dark, malevolent king peering over steepled fingers. His gaze was locked on mine; the heat between us could boil seas.
“Pedro” Pedrovski. We were brothers once, small time smugglers of necessities that the Government had forbidden the people. We did not like to be told what we could ( Read more... ) -
Day Thirty Three - Peer
It was winter, 1932, France.
The tavern was one of three in the village of Belcastel; my home of twenty years. It was not the cleanest but the beer was unwatered, the prices were steady and best of all Old Tarmas the barkeep would not tolerate an alcoholic, nor would he allow his customers to become one under his roof. He knew his business, he knew ( Read more... ) -
Day Thirty Two - Pulse
So the last addition information before I start rewriting history and chronicling the future.
It's a massive, lasting pulse of electromagnetic energy that we assume came from Sol. It lasts over twenty four hours, doing sever, crippling damage to electronic technology global wide. Catastrophic, irrepairable damage.
Everything in the previous post ( Read more... )
