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Time Wasted"Fannenpora is what Ba Ki was built on," he blurted, without intending to speak. Now that he had, it seemed he should continue, after all, she was watching him expectantly, and to back out would be cowardly. More than that, it would make him look like an idiot. "I'm the fifth generation, technically, but no one is really born there. Even new babies are said to be spirits that had no other place to go." Ba Ki's name literally meant 'no place', or 'not a place'. None of its residence had illusions, and none of them could ever truly forget why they belonged there.
But he wouldn't tell her that. She seemed happier now that they were topside, more at peace. He'd seen peace like that, appreciated it as a rarity. Finding peace for himself had not really been difficult in the long runbut seeing it in someone else was not something he'd counted on. Before he'd left Ba Ki, he'd bee
Contra-Bandy ch14The answer burbled out of me, clumsy and heavily accented. "Mr. Bengal's first week curriculum. English lit 2010, my first year." It hadn't been one of the really remarkable points in my life, and the book I was holding now had not made a big impression on me. "It's about a woman who risks her life to protect her children from her ex-husband." Not the page-turner one would expect, and I'd always thought the book had been intended as a collection of examples of what not to do, in many ways. When I'd thought about it at all.
Mari looked at the book as though I'd just told it contained a bomb. "I thought that was a year."
"Yeah, but it's also a class code." I rolled my eyes and dropped the book onto the cot. "I'm a university student."
That was it, I couldn't take this anymore. I nudged the book the opposite of gently so that it sliced across the room like a clumsy
Not What I ThoughtAfter Giovanni left, the day became rather boring. Therefore, it only made sense that the next two days were equally intolerable, even with the holiday sale. That had ended yesterday, and it hadn't been as fun as I'd hoped. I was shocked at myself, and did my best to ignore it, but there it was all the same.
The third day, I was composing a song with only the repetitive use of the word 'dull' in place of lyrics and suspiciously similar to the melody of a newscast theme when the door swung open. Apparently "I'll see you tomorrow" meant "I'll drop in on you once you've begun to give up the prospect of life ever being entertaining again."
Giovanni poked his curly-haired head in, then strode past the front desk with careful jauntiness. It made me think of a small child sneaking past his monster-infested closet. He was holding a plain white bakery style box tied with brown string, and seemed rather glad to see me.
Vesi Vanhin Voitehista 3Without Salugi and her intimidating shadow, the candles seemed more subdued, like a workforce five minutes before quitting time. As Shoe passed them, they seemed to flicker. He waved a hand at Taivuttaa. "You're the leader of this little expedition, this entitles you to walk in front of me."
"It would also help us get this over with quicker. Or weren't you the one who was so keen on getting out of the Apartment of Pain?"
Taivuttaa reached up to scratch his head, then reminded himself that he couldn't be sure when his hair would be completely clean again, and dropped his hand at his side, allowing his arm to swing like a pendulum. His arm's shadow cut through the candlelight in small clumsy arcs. "Apartment of Pain?"
"Heh. That's right, you're still pretty new to ol' Eszme." Shoe leaned against the wall and rubbed his palms together, as though he were plotting something in a cold room.
How Not To Be SeenHis first thoughts had been confusion and, oddly, anger that she had not known Ba Ki by name. He'd rarely spoken it aloud since leaving, and each time he had been heard saying it, trouble had followed nearly immediately. The thickening of her accent and peculiar twisting of grammar had thrown him off so that he'd barely understood some of her initial rant.
However, all of it promptly shelved as she translated herself. He could see that she was blushing, but was somehow even more certain that he was twice as red in the face. Being called 'babyling' by Griselda was the closest he had come to being termed dear by anyone, and it was almost more an insult to call a man that, in his eyes. And Mychael had just told him he was a man by the dwarf calendar, after all.
What could be drawn from any of this?
He rubbed his arm and looked around the room, as if it might offer him an answer or some kind of guidance. All he saw was earth
Go Do Your HomeworkIf someone had been able to extract the entire untainted truth from PDQ's fuddled mind, they would have been disappointed in the half-finished result. Although he could no longer use the word vedis in his thoughts since explaining his fear to Mychael, which was not surprising, the word also seemed completely separate from urylai, rather than existing as a darker side. The two sat in disconnected thoughts, holding up to comparison without offering any similarities. Perhaps he shouldn't have worried about that, as mostly he thought of her by name.
The air and general dynamic of the room was thicker with Griselda shuffling at the far end. There were only two beds, stocky soft things that seemed so perfect despite their clunky newness that he couldn't help allowing credibility into what he was being told.
Griselda drew the axe off of the strap ellipsing from her shoulder to the opposite hip. The blade glinted, reflecting the sparse lig
Vesi Vanhin Voitehista 2There didn't appear to be any lights mounted from or inside the ceiling, but the apartment was still relatively well-lit, thanks mostly to small table-lamps and candles that littered nearly every available space. None of the lamps matched, but the candles seemed to have the same origin. Each of them was the width of two or three fingers, and a swirl of two colors. Taivuttaa leaned towards one, watching the flame flicker over the frozen combination of burnt caramel and creamy beige.
"I just don't like the dark," Salugi muttered behind him. At least, he thought that was what she'd said. She didn't seem to be speaking directly to him.
He straightened as much as his shoulder would allow, fighting the urge to lean against something. The apartment wasn't particularly opulent or luxuriant, but it was very tidy with no sign of poverty. He held his arms close to himself and hoped that he wouldn't be offered a seat.
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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