Chapter 17 - I'll be right here
The ship, the mostly unappreciated yet undeniable emblem of the city of Johannesburg, was gone. The skyline seemed strangely blank. Even after sundown Black Jack had barely looked away from his window at the empty twilight sky. Ana exchanged one worried look with Kyler before going in the bathroom to get the dirt and traces of blood off herself, and inside she realized she could hardly recognize the woman looking back at her from beyond the mirror.
After a shower she went back to the couch, where she sat next to Kyler to watch the images that were now showing on every station, just a bunch of shots
CHAPTER 1 - SMELL A RAT
suthnmeh:
Something always smells in the district. Litter and rotting pieces of pig carcass thrown about are the obvious reason. Something always smells not necessarily in the literal sense too. There's the occasional neighborhood murder; a neighbor, there one day, suddenly gone the next, detained perhaps.
But today something really reeks. The stench is revolting even to the poleepkwa, already stirring in their shacks, ready to face the challenge of a new day; most unready for the sight and smell of the carcass rotting away among a heap of trash, giving out a sort of chemical odor even the flies avoid.
The fellow i
CHAPTER 2 - ACT
Part 1
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(partially for CortezHorse)
Kelly had turned around when the human, the MNU guard began to speak, and her large form had tensed up noticeably when a gun had been aimed at Ian. She wasted no time in moving in front of her adoptive son, so that should the human fire, she would be the one to take the shot. A few strange, cough-like sounds came out of her throat, before her deep voice sounded again. Albeit instead of the deep, blubbery alien language, actual English words were heard. "It zeemz zat all ov jou guardz hav a tendenzy to zolve matterz vitz violenze." The words wer
Chapter 14 - Follow me
They needed to hurry. The hour had probably almost passed if it hadn't already, and they still needed to get to the bridge. Michael's mate could arrive any moment and they didn't want to be left behind.
Meanwhile, Ana spoke on her phone as they trotted through open ground, keeping away from the road.
"Ana?" said Syrup's voice. "Where have you been? I've been calling your cell phone for two days."
"Syrup! Syrup, listen, this is gonna sound weird. Is there somewhere a few friends and I can stay for a few days?"
"Stay?"
"Look, I- it's kind of a very long story."
"Hmm. Can you give me a summary?"
Ana wi
Conversations with oneselves by suthnmeh, literature
Literature
Conversations with oneselves
LAURA1: Hmmhmmmhmh... *sigh*............. Hello?
LAURA2: 'Zup?
L1: Hurr... A bit silly and whimpy, but eh.
L2: Hey, who are you?
L1: I'm Laura, you?
L2: I'm Laura too.
L1: That is, I'm speaking to myself?
L2: Yes.
L1: Oh my God! I knew college would do this to me!
L2: Well, whatever, you just act like nothing happened.
L1: NO! Leave me aloooone!!!
L2: Whoa, whoa, whoa, don't get all jumpy, I did not yet do anything unrespectful.
L1: You're crazy!!
L2: You're crazier, since you're speaking to yourself
L1: No!!
L2: Yes, my dear, yes
L1: Well, then, don't bother me, I'm working!
L2: But I'm bored!
L1: Me too, but I
Prayer of the refugee
"Love what you've done with your hair, Syrup."
Syrup clicked her tongue and stroked the top of her head narcissistically.
"Yeah, it was about time, huh? Everybody was thinking it too. Blue was way too artificial. Purple's much more natural."
"You're right" Ana agreed amusingly, stirring her coffee so as to distract herself from the urge to giggle. Laughing in Syrup's face would probably never bother Syrup, but just in case
They had decided to have breakfast at a cheap pub after they'd realized they had no power at home for the third time that month. Syrup and Ana ate together more often now that Syrup had take