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Edge of Thorns 4 - Pt 1Part 1
New day. Clean slate. Time to get this game rolling.
Nathan couldn't stand to be idle, and the forced vacation left him with way more free time on his hands than he would have liked. Not that he didn't agree wholeheartedly with his manager's decision; in this reset, he was recovering from a pretty bad head injury. But Nathan knew better. A week of his week and a half hiatus had passed, and in that time he'd gotten reoriented.
He was a reporter and editor at The Citizen, working in a group under Scott, who was his supervisor. He was primarily responsible for editing others' articles, but occasionally got assignments of his own, which Scott would edit. Most of his time was spent at a desk writing, which was fine with him. Scott had also warned him that his actual reporting might be a little more limited when he got back, not by any fault of his own, but because everyone was a lot more cautious since the Black Friday incident. It was very unusual, and it had the whole
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
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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