Tag: Earth
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Oblivion (13)
Previous Parallel 12: Jungle Earth “Fuck you!” Iya shouted, drawing her machete. “Well then. If you’re going to be rude about this,” the man snapped his fingers and the rest of the bodyguards drew their blades and took the village elders hostage. “I suppose I can be rude in return.” “Elders!” Iya cried. The purismas […]
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Oblivion (10)
Previous Parallel 12: Jungle Earth “You are the one who helped save my niece?” Elder Bon asked. “I didn’t do much, but yes, my actions apparently aided in her rescue,” Jael replied. “You are not very impressive,” Elder Luna commented. “I aim not to be,” Jael replied. “Why?” Elder Bon asked, confused, almost […]
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Oblivion (8)
Previous Parallel 12: Jungle Earth A bird with three eyes and five beaks landed near Jael. He stared at it for a solid minute before he heard something rustling near him. Emilio sat up from the underbrush covering him. “Emilio? What the hell just happened?” Jael asked. Emilio tried talking to him, but nothing […]
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Oblivion (7)
Previous Parallel 7832: Spirit Plane Earth Emilio sat in a puddle of spiritual effluvium. His last attempt at manifesting had gone poorly. His last few attempts in fact. “Concentrate,” the old sage said. “That’s all I’ve been doing for the last hour,” Emilio replied. “You talk a lot for someone who is concentrating.” “Shut up […]
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Oblivion (6)
Previous Parallel 12: Jungle Earth “I love you, Emilio,” she said. “That’s weird,” Emilio replied. “Why?” “I love you too.” She slapped his arm, grinning. “Pendoha. One of these days you’re gonna get slapped and not know why,” she said, laying back on the bed of leaves. “That’s not so bad.” He laid back on […]
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Oblivion (5)
Previous Tenmo Island Emilio lay sweating on the sheets. Dr. Kirke was sound asleep next to him. For the briefest of moments he was tempted to roll over and cuddle her, but the feeling passed with a wave of revulsion. He wasn’t a solitary creature. He couldn’t live like this. The nature of his situation […]
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The Old Man by the Sea
Waves crashed against the rocks in rhythmic swells. Every hundred thousand years, the sea would swallow the rocks and retreat back, a rhythm no living thing could witness. In a million years, the rocks would be gone. No, not gone really. Pounded into fine sand by water and wind. Still there, just different. The old […]