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Edge of Thorns 2 - Pt 9Part 9
Like hell am I going to let him slide on this one.
"What's the rush?" he asked, crossing his arms. "I thought you'd want to get more interviews. This is a pretty big story, isn't it?"
"Yeah, well," Scott said nervously. "I think I've got enough for the Citizen, so..."
"Mr. Prescott Dasari!"
The report cringed and slowly turned around. Nathan prepared to brace himself for whatever his partner had gotten himself into, but was surprised that the woman approaching them was smiling. And beautiful. Very, very beautiful. It didn't matter that her costume of choice was Miss Piggy, she was the sexiest Miss Piggy he'd ever seen. And po
Edge of Thorns 2 - Pt 7Part 7
I can't lose Marni again...
"Not again," he whispered, frozen in fear. He had to do something to save her, but what?
Alton turned to him again when he didn't move, his own panic increasing. "Nathan? Nathan, there's nothing you can do!" he hissed, as if reading his mind. "He has a gun, you have nothing, and if it's her time..."
"No!" Nathan jumped to his feet, determined to stay and somehow rescue her. But his sudden movement caught the attention of the gunman on the stage and he whipped his weapon towards him, firing off several shots. What happened next went by in a blink. Nathan felt one of the bullets graze his arm, tearing
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
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
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