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(140 Words, #62) I’m Watching You All

August 30, 2011

I moved my head slowly to the left. The place was massive. Three or four stories high, pallets and crates, boxes and cartons. Food. Clothes. Electronics. You could buy almost anything in this shop. This .. Colossus to modern society’s all-consuming need for BIG. Far be it that the human race would examine itself from [...]

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(140 Words, #61) Proudblood’s Revenge, Part 12

August 18, 2011

I went and found my staff, then picked Thomas up and hauled him over my shoulder. He’d been right about me being like my grandfather. Big. Big enough to carry a shifter, whose mass was more than what it looked. Turning to where the Gate was open, shimmering brightly, I began walking. A lot had [...]

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(140 Words, #60) Proudblood’s Revenge, Part 11

August 15, 2011

I did not hesitate, but pulled in as much of the river of power as I could. More and more, further, deeper. More. And then a tiny infinitesimal portion escaped. The explosion lifted me off my feet and hurled me across the graveyard. After a time – minutes or hours I had no clue – [...]

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(140 Words, #59) Proudblood’s Revenge, Part 10

August 12, 2011

It wasn’t a clever or haughty laugh. It was edged in madness. “Fool! I was promised my revenge! Revenge upon his bloodline. Upon all that he held dear.” He stopped and caressed Brook’s gravestone. My own anger roared back to the surface. My left hand curled into a fist, and my right gripped the staff [...]

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(140 Words, #58) Proudblood’s Revenge, Part 9

August 10, 2011

The notion was unthinkable. Tying myself to them would be to reject all that I believed in. I took the manacles out of a pocket. “Bind yourself.” I threw the manacles, specially made with spellbound oak and steel, and Thomas caught them deftly. He pushed his left wrist into them, and I heard the click. [...]

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(140 Words, #57) Proudblood’s Revenge, Part 8

August 8, 2011

Moving closer I readied my staff. Thomas could move very quick, but neither he nor any other shifter I’d met had been my equal in combat. Thomas didn’t move quickly. He stepped away, at the same speed I came toward him. Turning, he went toward the graves of my most beloved ones. “Do not go [...]

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(140 Words, #56) Proudblood’s Revenge, Part 7

August 5, 2011

“Fool.” Thomas was no longer genial. “You still signed your soul away.” I shrugged. “I am created. He is Creator.” “Boy,” The word was dripping with venom. “So secure. You know, I enjoyed killing Enoch. Grace was more difficult, but then she made her decision a long time ago.” My heart stopped, skipped, and motored [...]

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