AH'sT Cabinet of Curiosities: Lady Finger by KreepingSpawn, literature
Literature
AH'sT Cabinet of Curiosities: Lady Finger
One of the thieves dropped something. That's how Lars even knew they'd broken in. So deep in the wee hours of the night, he had a right to be so fast asleep, so he did. But the thump had woken him; a book maybe, brushed aside to get at a trinket more tempting. It sounded just like an old, heavy, leather-bound book hitting thick carpet.
He slipped out of bed and crept slowly, carefully down the hall. A dim light was in the study. It roamed about and wavered; probably a hand torch. Lars stopped outside the door, poised on his toes, and listened.
"What you think, Bert?" a low whisper with a coarse accent.
"I think you talk too
Everyone Brought Flowers,You Brought Your Game Boy by MeMiMouse, literature
Literature
Everyone Brought Flowers,You Brought Your Game Boy
The way he was talking, you wouldn’t have realized she was gone.
“Jeez, Aunt Connie! Cold out, eh? What’s up wit dat? Figures Bradley made me come all the way out here. Mind if I take a seat?” my younger brother, Kevin, asked as he sat atop our dearly departed aunt’s gravestone. “Nice view here, eh?”
“Kevin!” I hollered. “Show some respect, you jerk!”
“What? What did I do?”
“Get yer rear end off the grave. What’s the matter with you?”
Kevin hopped down from the stone and brushed dirt off of his torn jeans, scattering filth over the grave. He a
The Short Adventures of Jack and Calypso by prettyflour, literature
Literature
The Short Adventures of Jack and Calypso
I was born by the sea and I will die in the sea. Davy Jones will cackle as he guides my soul beyond the veil, and as long as it’s the ocean that takes me, I’ll be laughing too.
My lover calls me Calypso, and tells me I’m sea goddess, furious and wild. I call him Jack, but I don’t call him Captain because this is my ship. Jack likes to play the role of Captain when the ship goes to shore- leading midnight raids while I work the seaside taverns with my hair down, red curls cascading down my shoulders and across my breasts. I smiled and swooned, fluttered my lashes and dressed like a wench looking for a little fun. Scurv
“You don't have to be so difficult,” Cas said.
The Communication Assistance System, or Cas for short, was a jumble of circuits and contradictory pathways in a silver case strapped to her wrist. It should have responded to her questions in the same calm, detached manner as the last Cas unit she'd owned. Instead, it seemed to have gotten stuck on argumentative. Most of the time, Mika was amused, but other times, it was downright irritating. Sometimes, she suspected Cas was even smarter than it let on.
She braced herself against the wall as another rumble shook the tunnels. Tremors weren't unusual on the station, but Mika hadn't
“So what’s the pitch?” asked Harper as he strode into the room. “This better not be a waste of my time like last time.”
Swallowing his annoyance, Victor took a seat at the meeting table. They’d been waiting almost an hour for the asshole to make an appearance but sure, they were wasting his time. “I'll leave that for you to decide sir,” he said in his most neutral tone. “But we think it has potential.” He glanced at Sophie, the other dream tech in the meeting room who took that as her cue to begin. “This one’s a sci-fi,” Sophie said, “Nothing too freaky. Tak
The air of the Alterworld was cool and moist. Hettie had to remind herself that it wasn’t nighttime. That this was simply the nature of the place. That the sun was never going to rise, though just at that moment a faint glow filtered through the misty air at the crest of a pathetic hill. A bulging creature with spindly legs, body faintly luminescent, paused to point its boneless head towards the heat and light of the paraffin stove. Hettie slowly reached for her revolver.
“It’s not dangerous.” Jeanne stabbed a fork into her can of stew, not bothering to look up. “Not valuable, either.”
The cre
‘There is nothing worse than going to school by tube!’ said Alice.
James had no reply. They were hanging onto a pole in the middle of the carriage, swaying and bumping into each other, and into people on their way to work. The train smelt of sweat, coffee and clothing. The only passengers to acknowledge each other were those in school uniform. The rest stared through each other, or over each other’s heads, expressionless and silent.
‘The next station is Southgate.’
‘I’m never getting a tube again after school’s finished,’ said Alice. ‘Well, not in the