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A Bargian, Set
A girl travels the alleys of the Hive. A thousand levels below her, the city tears into the earth, stretching and mining low. A thousand above, it batters the sky. Hundreds of kilometers in any direction. The Hive is the world. Her grandparents told her of when the Hive was small, and there were deserts and grasslands all about it. But that might as well be children's fictions. It may well be.
The girl is on the cusp of womanhood, and knows all the dangers this brings. She carries a knife up her sleeve, a cruelly serrated blade. Her grandfather's grandfather used it in the Miner Rebellions. Its weight deadens her arm. A cloak hides her face, tucked about her. The hood forms a silhouette of an eagle's crown, bringing a tapered beak low over her face. Such is the fashion, and the girl knows advantage when she sees it.
Every tale-abiding child in the Hive knows how to find the Ravens. Every constable too, but they would never. The Ravens would not forgive them, or their families. The girl
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Literature
The Litany of I
So you want me to tell you how it goes? It's alright. Not everyone figures it out. See, it starts with a problem and solution. And like most things do, it's the solution that makes things worse.
    The rocks cut my feet, so I will make shoes.
    My back it weak, I will make a crutch.
    The wind bites my skin. I will make a cloak.
See a pattern yet? Hold on, it gets better.
    My skin is vulnerable. I will make armor.
    My legs tire. I will ride a horse.
    My fists are weak. I will make a sword.
Ah, now we're getting somewhere. Now try these on for size.
    My voice is weak.
    My faith is weak.
    My will is weak.
Well. That's an evolution. Waves from ripples, you might say.
    My kind is soft.
    My spirit lacks.
    My self is weak.

And that was the end. There was no coming back from it, the supposition that we could
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The Philosophers' War - Ontology :iconisengim:Isengim 2 7
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Literature
After the Fall
Morning comes achingly slow. The sun percolates above the Sierra Madre, shining sodium-flavored glare across the cityscape below you. There didn't used to be mountains there, you think. It's hard to be sure these days.
The invitation was left on your windowsill the night before; a map drawn on a napkin, a feather, and a pack of cigarettes. It's only an invitation because you can see it that way. You imagine there are hundreds of invitations left around the cities, discarded as junk. Most wouldn't see the pattern in it. Their loss, you think. You tap out the first cigarette and light it with a match struck against the wall. It tastes of cinnamon and longing. The next will taste better, you tell yourself.
Every map needs two things: orientation and a point of reference. Origin and vector. Compass rose and landmark. You unfold the map slowly, as if afraid to disturb it too much. You've been waiting a long time for a map like this one. It was drawn with a fine-tipped pen, on a napkin like
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The Way of the Knife - Adagio :iconisengim:Isengim 1 12
Literature
The World Ender's Club - The Serpent
The serpent moved with the current, far enough below that the surface shadows couldn't be seen. The boat was up there, the serpent could feel, but not see. The weight of it spread through the water, even far above. The pole moved steadily through the deepest parts, and the serpent kept clear of it. It thrummed in the dark, and the serpent could track it from afar.
    Memories did not come when called. Above was a boat, and in it was... what? Prey? Enemy? Something else entirely? The serpent did not know. The current pushed it lower, close to the sand and stone of the riverbed. It lashed its tail in frustration, and drove upwards against the press. The water was cold near the bottom, and the river-body not much warmer. But there was heat above. The serpent could feel heat coming off the boat in waves, sinking down into the depths. It wanted the heat, the burning source that it could not see, but feel as surely as it felt the current's insistent push.
    Memories ca
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Literature
New Houston: The Morning Star
New Houston is a broken city in its soul; it gives the indistinct sensation of past disaster. A visitor has the itching notion that if they could shut out the noise and neon, look past the walls, they would see evidence of cataclysmic ruin. As if they could see the streets from far enough away, from enough height, they would see the bowl of a volcanic caldera in the geography. Or perhaps that the flagstones of the shops, crowded so tight the walls scream, conceal the bones of a city razed to dust. It's geography doesn't do the tourist industry any favors, a few too many bayous that run black, too little foliage of the non-plastic variety.
The port-side half of the city was every bad dream Vegas had ever had, and everything Revolutionary Paris proved to be. Daylight there is a rumor, a cultural myth perpetuated alongside mermaids and the Chupacabra. Vietnamese is the lingua franca, shot through with fragments of pure Texan. Xuống y'all.
The dockside visitor has much to contend wit
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Phoenicia I
    It wasn't that violence made him itchy, but his muscles did ache afterwards. Adrenaline crash, someone had once told him, a grinding of chemical gears. No issue, but he did feel odd, rubbing a kink out of his neck while pointing the pistol with the other. He certainly felt he was losing traction with the hostages, and that annoyed him. He hadn't counted on the local police dragging their heels, or certain federal agencies pecking over the situation like competitive vultures.
    All that was left for him was the wait, and the furtive glares of hostages. In truth, he regretted much of what was happening. The last few years had been good ones. He'd had a good job, and dependable friends. But if all went well, Mickey Kincaid would be another dead alias, obsolete. Mickey, who had recently come over from Ireland with certain connections and a reputation in small circles. Mickey, with the shy smile, who popped his knuckles compulsively, and could sing the Irish nation
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The Wall
It was when we lost contact with Voyager 1 that it began. We lost Voyager 2 and the Pioneers sometime later. They’d been streaming anemic flows of data for decades, barely above background solar radiation. Then they just stopped. We had ways of tracking what happened, of course, a legion of eyes, parabolic dishes to point towards the heavens. They had quite literally, just stopped. As if they’d hit something, the satellites had rebounded in pieces from their paths. We were of course, aghast. Decades of work, and mankind’s farthest flung achievements had become bugs on a windscreen, solar dust. There was despair at legacies crushed, rage at imagined incompetence, and above all else: wonder. What had happened? How could this be explained, multiple satellites on different courses all being destroyed? What in God’s name could have happened?
We had our first clue when some brilliant number-cruncher proved that all the satellites had stopped, crashed, at the same rang
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... and I absolutely, definitely, without fail... will get to it soon-ishly?

Sorry. I did real-life things, and now I have thousands of things to look at, answer, answer with vehemence, and spout obscurity at. I will tell y'all how awesome your work is, and mean it... just as soon as I get through to it.

*cough*

Sorry.

Oh, and screw April Fools' pranks.

One Punch Man, Saitama

They are evil, and must be destroyed.
  • Listening to: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rflsHvtTTGw
  • Reading: Tea-Leaves
  • Watching: Jessica Jones
  • Playing: Not Fallout 4 - yet

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Ultamisia Featured By Owner Nov 15, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
thanks for the watch!!
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KreepingSpawn Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2016  Professional Digital Artist
My thanks for your visitation to the gallery – taking time to read my FFM fics and a few others besides!
And the comments are as always much appreciated. ;}
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Isengim Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
De nada, friend.

FFM hit on exactly the wrong month for me, but that doesn't mean I can't learn from it. And let's face it: flash fiction is really damned hard!
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KreepingSpawn Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2016  Professional Digital Artist
Truth!
I never did get caught up either.  ;p

May I'll have to switch FFM to December or something.  
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KreepingSpawn Featured By Owner Jul 10, 2016  Professional Digital Artist
No FFM for you, dude?  ;}
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Isengim Featured By Owner Jul 10, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
I... wasn't paying attention to the calendar, and didn't see it coming. So... maybe? Yeah, let's go with 'maybe'!
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KreepingSpawn Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2016  Professional Digital Artist
:devilish: Fair enough!
There's still time to catch up!  ;p I'm a few days behind myself.  :(
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chryssv Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2016  Student Digital Artist
Heyy!! ^^ I just wanna say a big THANK YOU for the watch, I appreciate your support!! :3 Hope my future paintings wont dissapoint you! :) (Smile)

Feel free to check my facebook page as well for wipssketches and videos process,
I would be more than happy if you do! ^^  ->www.facebook.com/chryssva
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SebastianBecker Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2015  Student Digital Artist
Thanks for the fave xD 
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KreepingSpawn Featured By Owner Aug 6, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks again for reading and :+fav:ing!
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