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Edge of Thorns 3 - Pt 18Part 18
She's probably not in the living room, but we should split up to search the other places...
The writer scanned the room quickly. "She couldn't have gotten too far, but let's start on the outside and work our way in. We know she's not in the kitchen, and it doesn't look like she's here." He turned to the other two. "Enya, check downstairs and make sure she didn't head outside."
"On it," she agreed, hurrying through the open door and down the steps.
Nathan looked at the angel. "Micah, if you could take the apartment..."
"I will start start in the bedroom," he said with a slight bow of his head, also noticing it was the only oth
Edge of Thorns 3 - Pt 17Part 17
Something to pass the time is better than nothing.
"I'm too paranoid to sleep now," Nathan said, only half joking. "Is there anything we can make that doesn't involve the oven? I think some sweets may ease everyone's nerves." He looked at Lidia in his arms, who had stopped crying but was still curled closely to him.
Enya smiled and lifted one shoulder, starting back into the kitchen. "We can check. I think I spotted some no-bake boxes in there when I was hunting for stuffing ingredients. Let's go take a look."
The writer nodded and carefully stood, Lidia adjusting her hold while he carried her. Once in the kitchen, he set the c
I wonder if you're enjoying
the curvature of her back.
The spine, a row of ossified crowns
crowded and curved around that defining neural superhighway;
that extension cord,
adventurously connecting the visceral
to the peripheral.
The horseshoe crab vertebrae
scuttle to break through skin at your touch;
a defining shiver.
I see your hands
around the rounded hills of her shoulders.
Scapulae jutting out with the extremity of the bend,
like a chicken's wings.
And the bands of these dorsal muscles
stand up like wings,
cast shadows in the dimples of the pelvis that she lifts;
that will fold o
The TypewriterThe Typewriter
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come q
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