This part isn't cut, because YOU REALLY NEED TO READ IT ( Read more... )

Somewhere between throwing pencils at the ceiling, and burning the car magazine for no reason, it happened.  She felt it.

A shift, a ripple, a tear.

Were she more spiritually inclined she might think it had been a reassignment of the balance of power, or maybe even someone coming to rescue her.

As it is, the feeling is not a tangible one.  Is it in ( Read more... )

...For Roger, our resident (and not exploded) homunculus ( Read more... )

We're not really looking for any kind of specific format here, or at least if we are no one has told me about it. But a basic outline of what your character fears/dislikes/feels guilt over/feels belittled by etc would be delish ( Read more... )

There's a certain point at which the mind decides 'this can't get any worse' and simply shuts off.  Effective torturors know when to stop for precisely this reason ( Read more... )

The sun has set, and at night on this planet, the sky dances. The light of the stars ripples every so often, intercepted by an invisible aurora. Beautiful for the visitor to behold, though anyone familiar with this place would find the sight eerie and rather sinister. The constellations are unfamiliar, and there is no moon. The air is ( Read more... )

Near the entryway of an apartment room lies a young Japanese girl, beaten and unconscious. Her hair is long strait and black, nothing fancy or interesting about it. She wears a blue and white typical Japanese school uniform. Her name is Misao.

Misao's eyelids tighten and she winces as if she's having a bad dream. Slowly her eyes blink open and ( Read more... )

He could barely believe his luck the past few days. His wife had kept him so occupied that he'd nearly forgotten a promise made to someone a few days ago. Well, not so much a promise, really, but he did always try to make good on what he told people. Besides, she must be just about out of cigarettes now. He's holding a carton of Camels, a small ( Read more... )

( 'Troy, you're home!' )

Walter calmly walked through the door to 302, letting is shut and re-seal behind him. He had sent his mother away for a moment. He needed to talk to this woman.

"Miss Townshend, are you awake?"