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WWC 4 -- bekkiaIn an operating theater illuminated by fluorescent lighting, emergency room surgeons frantically compressed the chest of a girl. Her long blond hair was smeared with blood, yet some how her face seemed so serene. Emeline watched from the hall window as each compression and each rescue breath seemed to be her last.
Emeline turned away from the gruesome scene, mechanically brushing the locks of her blond hair to behind the shoulder of her lab coat. This was the job she had signed up for, after all. Death was just part of the game.
At first, death in the hospital had jarred her. The memory of her first patient choking out his last breath had clung to her mind like a leech. With each passing patient that she saved and each passing patient that moved on to something new, Emeline realized that there was no use crying. No use shedding tears, because no amount of tears could ever bring them back.
WWC 4 - ItamiAssassian"I want to die." Kathy told John.
"Why would you want that, Grandma? They're having meatloaf today!" The intern informed her, "You could at least wait until after lunch."
The old woman smiled, closing her eyes. "You're a good boy, Johnny."
"Thanks, Kathy." John waved at her and then stepped out of the room into the hallway.
The hospital appeared to be deserted. Of course, that wasn't unusual. Ever since people had found out about the murders taken place there, they'd been going to the next town. The same went for most of the doctors, too. But John didn't mind! For one, his pay had almost trippled since everyone started leaving!
WWC 4 -- disapperingvapourThe door opened with a slight creak as the girl opened it and looked around.
The hospital appeared to be deserted. She walked further into the reception area and found no one behind the desk, as well as in the chairs in the waiting area.
Weird she murmured to herself as she walked around the room, and then went back
to the desk and stared at it. It was dusty. There cant have been anyone there for a while
But... shed been told a friend of hers was here, and she was sure she hadnt got the name wrong She looked around again, trying to find a sign or some explanation why this area was deserted. Maybe this part was no longer used? She sank onto one of the chairs; a cloud of dust flew
X-Guage Summary -- Last-DawnIn the year ____ an unmanned probe was sent to Jupiters moon Europa to determine whether or not the deep sea oceans supported life. Though successful, the probe was lost, as unexplainable interference cut it off, depriving it from power and all communications. No-one knew what happened.
Over the next 100 years, many more missions, manned and unmanned were sent by Earth as it built its fledgling interstellar empire. Earth had just reached its first new stars, its first new worlds, but still it could not penetrate the region that had claimed all previous missions. Then in the year 21__, a scientist staying at an ice mining facility on the surface of the moon directly over the unexplained area. Using an idea unthought of so far, he pushed backwards in technology, rather than electrical systems for motion, he used flywheels and pulleys, instead of a complex guiding system he just pointed it and let it go, attached to a cable that
Battered -- AgentRoyGBivPrologue
"Eden! Eden!" He shook him by the shoulders, eyes filling with tears as Eden's head lolled to the side. Running his fingers along the other man's bruised and battered cheek, tears fell from Chase's eyes. "Please...you have to wake up...please..."
This wasn't happening. It couldn't be. Eden wasn't dead, he wasn't holding his bloody corpse in his arms. No. "Eden!" Chase's voice grew high with fear, a sudden panic filling him. "You can hear me, right?! Right?!"
His eyes drifted down to the man's neck, widening when he saw the large bruise encircling Eden's thin neck. "...Eden..."
"You know...calling his name isn't going to bring him back."
WWC 3 - ItamiAssassianThere are lots of different children of the world, and most of them want to be different things. Some of them want to be just like their parents, or like an idol. Others just want to be happy. Some have dreams that can be easily reached, some have dreams that cannot be easily reached.
For instance, when I was a lad I wanted to be just like my mother. I know, I know it's quite silly seeing as I myself am a man, but she was the only family I knew back then. I really didn't know much at all. Of course no one has ever known very much on the grand scale, but we do try our best, I suppose.
Oh dear! Am I babbling off-topic again? I apologize, I really do! You see, I seldom get to talk to people so when I do my speech seems to wander. I really am terrible with that sort of thing... But I'm not talking to people, I am talking to me. Ah, we
A Wind Story CH1 -- ElazrathChapter 1 Recollections of the past
Will you give me a hand over here?
Yuritu sat, leaning forward on the dusty dry earth, hanging his head over his knees gazing down the steep canyon below. He watched as the great blue waters of the river at the canyons base swirl and raged in unending torrents of fury. His golden blond hair hung past his face, obscuring most of his range of vision; and as he turned his head to look over his shoulder at his approaching sister its golden lengths sifted past his thin features.
Come on Yuritu! His sister beckoned. They will be here soon! I want to be ready when they arrive! So stop staring at that river and come help me! Despite her frustr
Dragon Light -- XaxonaSix days ago, the act of Murder single-handedly turned the people of Endola to panic and despair. Although Endola was a peaceful world as a whole, the act of murder was not uncommon and was considered a heinous crime. Had the victim been anyone but a High Priestess, more specifically L`Luen of the West, the people of Endola might not have cared much. L`Luen's life aided in maintaining the world's energy balance and without the Great Oracle, Endola would surely sink into a chaotic imbalance and then substantially weaken.
It was unclear exactly who the wretched killer was, but rumors spoke of a dark creature with bladed fingers and searing, gold eyes. The murderer had savagely skewered the Oracle through her heart after tearing through several of her personal Nursemaids. As always, there were two Dragon Warriors guarding the entrance to the Oracle's Temple, where High Priestess L`Luen resided, but they were seemingly no match for the evil force that blew through the temple with its viole
A wind story -- ElazrathDo you know why youre here? A young females voice broke the silence of the still air.
No. The defiant voice of a man replied. He knelt clutching an injury on his chest tightly with an arm bound in ragged, bloody bandages. Tell me what I am doing here.
It seems I gave you too much credit assuming you would know why you are so important. The female replied harshly. She let down a slender hand and caressed the mans rough face. It is because this world is on the brink of destruction that you are here. This land you call home is torn to pieces. A feint glimmer of a smile reached across her lips. Your family
You leave my family out of this! The man shouted, startling the woman. You dont think I know this land is in peril? This war has torn my family in tw
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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