Paragon Center, Dr. Downes Waiting Room - Two Weeks After Olympus The waiting room outside Downs’s office smelled normal. That was the problem. Fresh coffee brewed sometime in the last twenty minutes. Lemon cleaner on the tile floors. Somebody’s cinnamon gum. Cheap printer toner from the receptionist desk. Human scents layered over each other in …
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New Memories
Even outside the door of the two-bedroom condo on the top corner of Paragon Park Towers, he knew she’d just stepped out of the shower. For a moment, he let his mouth part, drawing the air across his forked tongue—then he smiled. Mandarin oranges. Cedar. Rosemary. Even through the chaos of that night at the …
Assistance Requested
Subject: Pre-Existing Soul Claim — Research Questions Henri, I know you are likely doing your own research given our last mission, but its eating at me so I have asked APEX to help me research just based on what I heard, saw and have experienced prior to our discuss in Olympus with Hades and his …
It Has to Be Enough
VAHA-Y1-D182 — Fremont Basin — CIV/ANOM — Boundary Conditions - Emerging Patterns To musi wystarczyć We start classes tomorrow. That should feel normal. Routine. Structure. Something I used to understand—syllabus, expectations, inputs and outputs. Study, learn, apply. It’s supposed to be clean. It isn’t. Not really. Not here. Not at Paragon. Not at VAHA. “Normal” …
Correction
Kraków — Jagiellonian University Archive - May, 2014 The room smelled like paper and dust and something older he didn’t have a word for. Lukas sat in a wooden chair that was a little too tall for him, his feet not quite touching the floor, gently swinging without him noticing. The table in front of …
Peaceful Energy
It had been a long night but weirdly I didn’t really feel tired, instead I felt strangely energized. Allison had gone over to her room to hang her stuff up and hop in the shower, which I’d been mildly disappointed she didn’t want to join me in the one off my room even if she …
Surprise-Guilt-Fear-Frustration-Grief-Rage-Life-Guilt. A Cycle
I'd been down this path before. In my dreams, usually in my nightmares. So when it hit, recognition flared, but it didn’t stop so it was a nightmare but not the right kind. When we’d walked in, I’d been chatting with Felix about the scoring and options from the session today. I just didn’t understand …
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A Break in the Action
LAST SUNDAY, EARLY MORNING I lean against the kitchen counter, my biceps flexing as I grip the edge. The sleek, modern cabinets and appliances gleam under the dim lighting, bathing us in a sensual glow. The forty-two-inch countertop is the perfect height, allowing me to effortlessly support Allison's hips. My ears pick out the song …
The Sins Of The Parents
Kymil Thornstream The heat pummeled the StarSeeker and those aboard while she carried the Stewards back towards Arabel. Even in the dark of night, the dry heat pulled the moisture from his body, regardless of the cooled room thanks to the icy spells of Hyaku and himself. Even his high tolerance to weather temperatures only …
The Cycle Of . . .
He slipped from the sheets, careful not to disturb the lovely ladies of Dynn Heledir with whom he had shared the final festivities of the victory celebration that had consumed Evening Star these past few days. While he hoped to return for a quiet, early morning farewell with Renethia and Fenalisa, he never missed daybreak …
Under the Light of the Moonbow
The seige of Arabel had been lifted, and the Cormyrian city had not been razed by the same destructive force as Tilverton, but a day later he still felt like the Star Seeker had landed upon him. Most of the Stewards had returned to Lady Rainsworn's keep, recovering surrounded by finery and servants. While a …
Thorns of Memory
Kymil settled into a more relaxed position with his back leaning against his bedroll and the upper bulkhead on the deck of their recently acquired airship. He'd heard of these but couldn't recall ever seeing one, especially one this size, big enough to hold their horses and them with plenty of comfort. Several minutes of idle fancy …
Sword of Thorns
The tiny flames flickered as they warmed the small pot of tea flavored with mint, dried mushrooms and a bit of berry for his breakfast. Night was just beginning to fall to the hint of dawn, even deep in the forests of southwest Cormanthor, the darkness prepared to flee from the rays of daytime. He …
Kymil Thornstream
Where light flows, whether sun, torch, candle, or lamp, the copper of his long unbound hair draws the eye, and the smiling, welcoming countours of his face prevent one from wondering why they never heard the tall, muscular elf approaching along the road. Charming conversation, a helping hand across difficult terrain, and laughter even at …
Alliance Day V
Paragon Center, Alliance Memorial Park, November 5th 2033 8:21 EST The nano-transmitter burst into activity, the robotic text to speech even programmed in a stilted version of Nano’s voice to indicate the message’s origin. “Artemis and Alphus Secret Service B squad inbound. Orders to watch and intervene if necessary. Unknown parameters of ‘if necessary.’ No …
Last Dreams 