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Edge of Thorns 3 - Pt 53Part 53
If a partial reset is our best option, then we should try it. And if we're going to reset the events, might as well reset everything else too...
"Clean slate... new start..." Nathan took a deep breath, then met the angel's gaze. "If we're going to do this, then let's do this. Reset it all: leave only my memories intact. I may need to re-explain things to some people, make some friends again," he shivered a bit, nervous about that, "but maybe with the knowledge I already have, I can be clearer this time around. Scare off less people. Make fewer mistakes."
"You'd be surprised how few real mistakes you made this time around, Nathan." Alton tried to ease Lidia out of his lap, but she whined and clung to him. With a sigh, he lifted her into his arms while he stood, looking over at the writer with a small frown. "I may have to make one small exception to your request."
"For Lidia?" Nathan asked, looking at the little girl. He gave Alton a reassuring smile. "Considering
Cruenti REDUX Part 12Part 12
"Will do, Ken," Will assured him with a chuckle as he left. When the manager was gone, he turned back to Evey. "So, on a practical note, after we've enjoyed our coffee and pastries, what's next? You want to go back for your car or do you want to wait a while? Got any other places you want to hit up tonight or are you done for the evening?"
Evey paled a little hearing that. She looked down into her coffee mug and shook her head. "No. I don't want to go back to my car right now. I kind of want to stay away from there as long as possible. At least until...you know, high noon tomorrow, when the sun will be its nastiest. I'm also afraid to see what was done to my car...if he knew which one it was. I love my Charger and I have a sinking feeling it may be ash come tomorrow. And...yeah no. I had other places I intended to hit up well into the night, really get some cruenti freaking out, but with my back the way it is, I think I'm going to sit the rest of the evening out." She to
Edge of Thorns 3 - Pt 52Part 52
First things first: I need to know what I'm trying to do.
Nathan took a deep breath and thought carefully about how to phrase his question. "What exactly is my goal?" he finally asked. "I mean, besides the fact that you're testing my will to live, what am I trying to accomplish? Outside of merely surviving, that is."
His end remark made Alton chuckle, but the angel's light smile twitched while he pressed his lips together in a thin line. Clearly, he was thinking as carefully about his response as Nathan had about his question. "Forgive me," he said after a moment. "I'm trying to figure out how to phrase your goal without telling you specifically what to do. Part of the game is how you handle the challenges thrown your way. Telling you how to conquer them..."
"... defeats the purpose," Nathan finished for him. "I think you might have just said it: my goal is to face the challenges you throw at me, for better or for worse. How I handle them, whe
Edge of Thorns 3 - Pt 51Part 51
If I'm going to make any deal, I should make it worth his time. He's afraid I'll kill myself, so...
Nathan's hands felt cold, but he knew what he had to do. "Well," he said carefully, swallowing loudly. "What if I swear not to take my own life if you tell me? Promise not to try and kill myself, no matter the circumstances?"
His brows knotted, but Alton did smile, even though he sighed and shook his head. "I don't want you to make a deal with me, especially not one where you give up your will to choose. That defeats the whole purpose of your test."
"I don't mean that." Nathan shook his head, trying to find the right words to clarify himself. "I mean, I won't... attempt suicide," just talking about it made him a little queasy, "because of what you tell me. I won't use that as my excuse. Does that make sense?"
"I... think I might see where you're going with this." Alton tapped his chin, thinking. "You mean that you won't use the information I give you a
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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