Solana’s eyes fluttered open slowly, ears swiveling until they recognized the echo of thunder in the distance. It was soon smothered by the sound of rain, pattering in such a rhythm that she was quickly relaxed again. Her body and mind settled, further comforted by the warmth of…
The warmth of…
Solana suddenly became conscious of her surroundings. Her head was resting on Venith’s chest, pressed against her heartbeat. She could feel the rise and fall of Loligo’s breathing behind her, trapping her in a gentle, satisfied harmony. She became vividly aware of both of their bodies, how they were entangled with her ow
SYOL
29
Asthenopia
6
RPG Hell
2
Hell and Heaven College
15
VN
3
Dirt RPG
1
Adoptverse
2
Undecimber
10
Literature
Carte Blanche - NNWM Day 1
"I'm serious; there's a little girl waiting for you in your office."
"Come on, man. We don't encourage little kids to solve their problems through violence." Brossard laughed, emptying another paper cup. "Most of the time."
He went to grab another paper cup, but stopped himself. How many cups did he waste during this one outing? A lot was his closest guess. On slow days, he'd spend half of his time by the water cooler, wasting as many cups as humanly possible just out of boredom. It probably wasn't healthy, especially considering that the building was practically one huge aquarium; whoever refilled this water cooler was probably so spiteful
Carte Blanche
10
Literature
Elliot Andeville is Going to Hell - Chapter 3
Elliot came to more quickly than he had liked, shuddering at the sensation of a hand on his face. He heard the figure speak to him in a low voice, but he couldn’t wrap his mind around what it was saying before he passed out again.
The second time, he was being carried back through the hallway, too burnt out to think anything of it. More tired than faint, he thoughtlessly rested his head against the figure’s chest and let himself sleep.
The third time, he heard muddled voices and the pain in his head was much duller. His eyes fluttered open, showing him all of his winterwear laid out in front of a fireplace.
“That coul
Every part of his body was still numb. No one in his department had spoken a word since it happened. Maybe a hesitant question here, a quiet transfer request there, but nothing more. The rest of Limbo, he imagined, was still buzzing with activity, pleasantly unaware of what lurked beyond the horizon. But here, where everyone knew what he was thinking, there was hardly so much as a sound. Ola wasn’t offering anyone snacks, Clevae didn’t have any smart comments, and there wasn’t a single soul awaiting judgment.
Spades didn’t know how much time had passed since then. He couldn’t remember the last interview he held.
It was a slow night at Hell College's branch of Chiro's Pizza, just like every Saturday night. For most pizza places the weekend was the busiest time of week, full of families and friends getting together to kick off a night of fun, but on Saturday night that privilege was reserved for one friend group only. Even in a place like Hell College they were feared, spoken of in whispers and only in the safety of idle gossip:
The carpool.
Places had a way of clearing out when Ignis – Professor Phasmatis to students with an investment in their own existence – started frequenting them. He wasn't the sort to show mercy to anyone who bo
There was a split second between the rise and the fall where he was overwhelmed with a feeling of regret. It spoke to him like a stranger on the street, slipping into a dark alley just in time for him to recognize what had been stolen from him and just too late for him to realize it.
The shift was quick and agonizing, driving through his body as a bullet that shattered in his core. Shrapnel pinned him to the walls: a hand here, a leg there, half of his face looking for the other with an empty eye socket. Before he could reach out to piece himself together, the fragments that bound him tore through, rocketing him through a kaleidoscope of m