Klaire de Lys
Stories (80/0)
I, Willhelm
It was here in Trinidad that Robbie Samuel became interested in what he began to call the "Aphelion Case". Trinidad was never meant to be the start of a new story. He was there to visit family for a destination wedding, not work. But when he heard 17 year old Ellis Baptiste ranting at the bar about how his sister was framed, his leaned in to listen despite himself.
By Klaire de Lys6 months ago in Criminal
I, Wilhelm
The first three days dragged by like a cinderblock on Nadia’s brain. She wasn’t sure why she found it so hard compared to previous observations, but she did. She suspected that the strange mix of regimen and no regimen at all added to the numbness of it. But Joan’s complete lack of interaction was the icing on the cake. She didn’t like small talk, out loud observations and any questions about her life were met with a blank stare. There were only so many wedding plans Nadia could make in silence before she found herself starting at the walls and imagining what it might feel like to climb them.
By Klaire de Lys6 months ago in Chapters
I, Willhelm
This job was going to pay for everything. 30 days, one observation partner, and a nice fat pay check at the end. Nadia barely took a moment to think about who might be assigned to the watch with her. She didn’t care. All that mattered is that she would have 30 uninterrupted days to plan out the wedding and have the budget to afford almost anything she wanted by the end. She had already scattered her sketch-books over her bed, several pens with their lids off and filled 3 pages with notes. It was frustrating that she wouldn’t be able to access the internet, but at least with an observation partner she would have some time to plan. Not that it really mattered really, she had already searched as much as she could for every colour scheme, unique theme and memorable moment that she could think of online, now it was just a matter of refining.
By Klaire de Lys6 months ago in Futurism
I, Willhelm
Within a few years other potential markets began to be explored. Union after union began to bend as various leaders within the organisations discovered that a long-lost relative had left them a small fortune. A deal was reached; surgeons would have robot assistants, nurses were pushed out, trainee surgeons found it harder and harder to train. The private sector had a boom. Thousands of people lost their jobs, unemployment slowly crept up. It was all going well; that is, until the RBH incident.
By Klaire de Lys6 months ago in Criminal
I, Willhelm - Chapter 1
Eli Munt had one simple idea; to replace the worlds oldest profession with robots. A connoisseur of various red-light district and enough generational wealth to make his idea a reality, he poured a modest 30 million pounds into the project. At first there were few investors. The two school friends who did eventually agree to be involved in the project insisted that their names be kept secret. The first robots were crude, barely more than a stick-man skeleton with a blubber skin, and their existence was immediately mocked as the failed attempts of a rich boy with more money than sense. Despite the mockery, Eli sensed an opportunity and used social media to turn the robots - the Venus 1 - into a means for publicity. His stunt worked, and sales of the robots increased enough to fund research into the upgrade. An upgrade he was determined would make him is fortune.
By Klaire de Lys6 months ago in Futurism
Outsider: Chapter 49
If the Royal Palace in Bjargtre made Jarl feel nervous, the palace in Lǫgberg made him feel utterly insignificant. Each pillar was covered in murals and vivid blues, reds and greens in thousands of tiny mosaics adorned the walls. The floor was black polished granite with silver veins running through it and the domed ceiling was covered in gold. Jarl did his best not to look up and stare in wonder. He was aware that every eye in the hall was on him.
By Klaire de Lys2 years ago in Fiction
Outsider: Chapter 48
Astrid had barely spoken for the past few days. Her face was fixed in an almost permanent frown. Jarl had tried to speak to her, but no matter what he said she would let the conversation dwindle until there was only silence. Since their conversation Astrid had struggled to sleep. Her eyes were rimmed with dark circles and Jarl had more than one bruise on his side from where Astrid had inadvertently lashed out in her dreams. More than once he had heard her whisper in Axtī and, worried about the questions it would raise if one of the elves on the wall heard her, he had been forced to wake her. Dwarves were not known for their love of languages, let alone for the elf common tongue.
By Klaire de Lys2 years ago in Fiction
Outsider: Chapter 46
Jarl had never seen such a wall. They both stared up at it in wonder. The wall was made entirely from living trees, and Astrid felt a pang in her chest as she wondered if her mother had ever walked through the Kaito Passage as she was about to.
By Klaire de Lys2 years ago in Fiction
Outsider: Chapter 45
“Amund, if the Har Fleinn ever comes to you and offers you the chance to be an áðr, say no. Don’t ask any questions, just say no!” Halvard groaned and leaned his head down on the table. He was so tired he felt as though his body might never feel warm again.
By Klaire de Lys2 years ago in Fiction
Outsider: Chapter 44
Jarl lifted his head slowly from the side of the bed and winced as his neck creaked. The fire had completely burned out, and outside the sky was completely black. Other than the whistle of a few birds that darted around the rooftops of Waidu in anticipation of the sunrise only a few hours away, there was silence. He groaned and straightened his back as he stood up from the chair he had pulled next to the bed. Astrid was still fast asleep under the human blanket which was large enough to fold in half twice and lay over her like a normal sized dwarf blanket.
By Klaire de Lys2 years ago in Fiction
Outsider: Chapter 43
Garðar rode into the camp with a cloud of dust behind him. He did not even wait for his bison to stop before he jumped from the saddle and ran towards Ulf’s yurt. His elation was plain to see as he shouted the same phrase again and again. “The mountain! The mountain!”
By Klaire de Lys2 years ago in Fiction