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Selections from the Grand Bazaar
The Fountainhead office building near the intersection of 55th and Grande in downtown Vargos was unremarkable in almost every way. It looked identical to the other smaller skyscrapers owned by the corporation. It handled the day-to-day business for the world’s largest security firm and firearms manufacturer, and its employees clocked in and clocked out without error each day.
By R.R. Stephenson2 years ago in Fiction
The Dark Order 1.7: The Devil Serenity
Begin at Chapter 1.1 Click here to jump back to Chapter 1.6 An elegant, white-forward restaurant. Six-person round tables cover the spacious venue, perfectly set for high-roller patrons. Money equates to power-type, pretentious men and women passing those shitty qualities down to the next generation of snobby elites.
By Donnie Barlow2 years ago in Fiction
Heavenly Seas - Chapter Five
Elodie couldn't stop thinking about the pony she left behind. Her best friend had beautiful little eyes and a warm smile. Why doesn't my Marmalade win any prizes she asked herself. There was nobody who could answer her. The clock stopped ticking and she wanted to blame everything on the fuzzy policeman who fined her.
By Chloe Gilholy2 years ago in Fiction
Selections from the Grand Bazaar
"Air shots! Air shots! You come to the Veil, you need what I sell! Air shots here!" Viktor bellowed to the passing crowds of the morning commute into the factories, whose stacks dotted the skyline of the Veil district of Vargos. The air choked those new to its level of pollution the moment they entered, creating a healthy seller’s market for vendors like Viktor, who sold pressurized cans of clean air to those who didn’t live in the district. Most factory workers lived in the Sprawl and the Roman Stacks, making each shift in the Veil an undertaking that jeopardized their lives. Ironically, those who worked for the air shot manufacturers were often the most common consumers of the product, as the dangers of the factory district made it a revolving door for workers, with some walking in only to be wheeled out on a stretcher from one breathing-related malady or another.
By R.R. Stephenson2 years ago in Fiction
The War of the Americas - Part X
Author’s preface: It is important to emphasize that this is a work of fiction and that while the current presidents of both the United States and Mexico are featured as key elements of the plot, what is said by them and/or about them is totally fictional and is in no way meant to suggest that is how they are in real life or what they believe in real life. The actions they do or do not take in the story are also of course totally made up. I have no idea how either would respond if this situation were actually to arise and my knowledge of the specifics of the politics of Mexico is very limited. My knowledge of the structure of their military, etc. is based on what it publicly available and may be less than accurate or completely wrong. I know nothing as to the existence or not of a Mexican intelligence apparatus let alone the level of sophistication it may or may not possess if it does in fact exist. Hopefully it is also obvious that I have no idea what the CIA’s assessment of the mental fitness of any world leader is, nor do I even know if they produce such an assessment. I also have no special knowledge of the CIA, its operations, policies, procedures, or history. In that way I am like 99.999% of all people on the planet.
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Fiction
Guardians and Angels | Chapter Two (Part 5)
“I thought you said it was the end?” “Is there ever really an end, Christopher?” he said, shifting through albums on his bed, searching for something. He always knew how to make me pause with his answers… which were usually questions.
By Christopher Dubbs2 years ago in Fiction
Letters to Princess Rebecca
Moments unsaddled in time. Moments riding the lines of words, each guided and shaped by a single key. A different group of animals used to conduct a thought. Each letter—an animal. Each word—a strange cage of sound. A sentence, a stream of animals moving through one’s consciousness. Letters, words, sentences, paragraphs, pages, chapters, and books, all designed to demonstrate an invisible world filled by flickering forces, and sounds—sounds that hem together lost ideas.
By Gary Lougheed2 years ago in Fiction
