Missed Buses

The heat from the Santiago city bus assaults her face as it zooms away. She lowers her hand still in its futile desperate wave hoping to gain the driver's attention. Sadly she knows she had succeeded but the driver just scoffed at her while shoving the gear-selector into second before leaving them in a cloud …


The evening smells like jasmine and a thin reminder cinnamon was an ingredient in dinner. Warm air and lilac clouds, even at midnight, remind her the sun never wants to set on Nippon. These are the perfect conditions for what she intends, revenge and she sniffs again.



And with one mighty slurp the fighter's face was ripped clean, he bled a lot and might have tried shedding a few tears, but the most brutal part about it was he's been quoted often as saying he couldn't tell any difference. "I think it makes me look even better, he is said to say …

Kharmic GooGoo

A brief moment, a thought, a connection to something that was promised to be gone and your chance at redemption vanishes. Feel it? Good. You now know you came from another place, a when. With this sudden intrusion, the warm post-birth glow you were feeling should be fading and you'll note the arms of your …

Trial of Futility

Elaine Luo being

He is too late. The smell of the spell's components linger a moment, cordite and cinnamon, then even that vanishes, leaving behind only the inevitable and the only option left, prayer. His mouth already moves ignoring intellectual objection. Stupidly, he seeks help from up high. A god, demon, something just slightly better would be fine. …

A Ssssserious Missssion

You two are the forward advance party. You will jump to the DZ from thirty-thousand feet and set up an ambush here. Once you see the signal get ready to spit and don't stop spitting until you see our flag flying over that compound. ATTENTION! Gentlemen, your country is grateful for your service. Fall out.