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  Pasha, Pasha, I see you!Baby Pasha just turned two. Pasha, Pasha, golden head,Helps his mama make the bed. Corner to corner, one through four,  But Pasha wants to hide and seek more. This strange lump, it moves and wiggles.When I touch the lump, it g...

  Darian Cleaver awakens in the metropolis of New Atlantic City, NJ, with a pair of burnt scars where his black wings used to mount on his shoulder blades. A brand across his back in the letters of God, reading "Thou shalt not kill". Each time Darian disobe...

  Three Trolls "Long ago there lived three trolls On a distant mountain peak. Swell they lived and knew no boredom, Though for years they did not speak. Suddenly, within their mountain, For the reasons known to none, Something made an awful ruckus. ...

Training montages are common in swashbucklery movies and TV shows; you know the sort of thing, where the young student is trained by the old master. As you may imagine, these are usually my favourite bits. But they often seem to revolve around the “master” hum...

My own personal experience as a beginner fencer circa 2009 was stagnated by the various teachers before I joined Selohaar in the much similar way that Syrio stagnates Aria. The glass ceiling that ever rises, of never do right. Toxic fraudulent instructors who ...

The discussion was getting heated, as a man in a black suit sporting a stern trimmed corporate haircut, broad straight nose, a narrow, wolfish, dangerous looking forehead, generic features, and a pair of aviator glasses, moved from slide to slide, frozen in ea...

The dim colors made the footage seem almost black and white, save for the overtone of yellow and dark green. A hidden camera mounted on a mercenary’s helmet. A jungle block post on a dirt road.- This was taken in Colombia, four weeks after news of Pablo Ochoa’...

They flew in silence for a while. Each of them in their demented heart needed some time to process what happened in the past two hours. Each in their own way. The young one broke the silence first. Thanks for teaching me that vertical landing. Man, I did ...

Gun Priest Corrupted The crows cawed down from the rooftops of the deserted ghost town, somewhere in the outskirts of Astra. The howling of wind was picking up, carrying dust through the emptied streets like millions of tiny blades. The tapping of iron boot...

O -PRIEST-     Chapter 1: Sunny Afternoon               It was an unbelievably sunny day in my town. My family and I lived in a small town by the sea, in a large house on a plateau overlooking the main portion of the streets. Ships came and went on a dai...

This year’s twelve sharpshooter division graduates of the Hopetown Military Academy stood lined up as one, in a straight row, at the range barrier, separated from each other by protective sound-resistant plexiglass walls. With their weapons resting at their si...

The Capital of Axium Empire. Warm days of spring, birds reanimating from their winter dormancy, returning again to their once welcoming home grounds, remains of snow melting among the trees turning green at fast pace. The town’s majestic streets were muddy, sp...

-“…and this concludes our Sunday prayer. Rise, young sisters.” The service room was full of young nuns, dressed in black robes. All with shaved heads, they rose from their knees, and started putting on their white uniform hats. Aged from ten to sixteen, the...

- What do you think happens when we die?- I know that those who love us will miss us.* * *When my brother and I were ten, we had two cats. We raised them since they were kittens. One of them, Lemmy, was agile and curious, aggressive and always first to get the...

The assassin looked at himself in the mirror of a dark wood vanity chest, surrounded by luxurious equally dark wood elements of an expensive bedroom set. Red Oak or Dark Walnut, one of those, he could not tell. From within the reflection, a pale, still handsom...

Gudermes, Chechnya, 2012. - Vodka? Cm'on, it won't kill you just becoz you black! The Grozny-Gudermes train was three hours late and counting. Colonel Sorynski was giving everyone hell. Jules regretted signing up the first day they rode into town. H...

- It bribes you, doesn't it? The good life. Women, safety, hell, even family, maybe. Ranger Landsman spoke in a calm, deep, pleasantly raspy voice. Such as a low brass instrument played on a low note that hits just the right timbre and pitch that it does not a...

A beige minivan was speeding down the half-ruined highway in the direction away from the city. Knox was trying to remember anything he knew about the man he was hired to kill. Well, a few things he knew off the start: Kakabishi was a drug addict, always inv...

The day was promising to be sunny and warm. Early in the morning, before the first rays of light even touched the roofs, Konrad Knox arrived to Cattlefield’s gates, parking the vehicle in the first alley he saw. Cattlefield was a small town, more reminiscen...