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If Uther Had a Journal.......Morgana, light of my life, suggested I take the afternoon to relax while she and Arthur take care of my duties this afternoon. Such a sweet and loyal disposition my Morgana has. Surely none other is so beautiful or kind as her. Arthur has grown into a fine young man. He will be an excellent king. He has proven himself over and over again in battle and with the law.
My only true concern is that he seems to be too much attached to his servant. Such a dull-witted boy I have never known; but Arthur goes to great lengths to save him or protect him. I am at a loss to explain this loyalty to a servant. The servant does have the same intense loyalty to Arthur and that is something.
My war wound is aching more than usual today. I should ask Gaius to make me a stronger potion. Now he is a loyal servant worthy of attention. A true friend and ally helping fight against magic.
If Morgana Had a Journal......I cannot stand to be much longer in the company of fools and hypocrites. To think I once cared for them. Why didn't I kill Uther when I had the chance! The hypocritethe man who is my father and yet refuses to acknowledge the blood tie between us. Arthur is as ignorant as ever. He continues to dote on me as if I were his sister; which I am but he has no knowledge of that of course. Any love I once had for him died when I realized that he would follow Uther blindly in whatever he set forth.
Gwen has become a means to an end. She loves Arthur, and he her, and that relationship is of use to Morgouse and I. I must be more careful with how I treat her or she may begin to suspect me. While she would never be able to convince Arthur or Uther otherwise of my pure intentions it would make the illusion easier to maintain. She is the only possible regret in this master plan of my sis
If Gaius Had a Journal.......Lord Lichtenstien requests a remedy for a tightness of his chest. (It would be best if he did not each so much fine food and find some looser pants). Insists that I have a potion for him.
Lady Bronte and Constable Lewis requests sleeping potions.
Remids me when I would make Lady Morgana's nightly sleeping draught. It pains me to see the road she has decided upon. I cannot help but remember her as a bright child and kind spirit. To see such a drastic change is most unsettling.
Madame Austin requested something for headaches. I have suggested that she stay out of the afternoon sun and put a mixture of herbs in her tea once a day. Merlin will fetch it for her on the morrow.
Sir Alcorn's wound must be seen to this afternoon. He had a very bad scrape with Arthur during practice yesterday. Of course if Merlin had been paying attention to where he was stepping it would have never happened.
If Gwen Had a Journal.......It was washing day today. It needs to be done but I cannot say that it is my favorite day of the week. Some of the Lady Morgana's dresses are particularly difficult to wash. All of the silk and fine cloth catches the dust and everything else; which reminds me my own home needs to be cleaned of the dust and grime. I have been working more at the castle than usual, except for today. Morgana gave me the evening off.
I am afraid I can no longer trust my Lady Morgana. I fear she means great evil to us all and yet who could I possibly tell? Breathing a word of my fears to the king would result in my head rolling on the ground. I can tell no one but Gaius and Merlin, who have confirmed my fears. I am terrified, and yet I can only think about the kindness she used to bestow upon me and Merlin. She helped save his village and stood up for my father when he was accused of being a sorcere
If Merlin Had a Journal......I swear. There are days when I truly believe that there must be another Prince Arthur that I'm supposed to protect and who will be this amazing king because it's not this one.
I don't know how his other servants put up with him! Throwing things (dull and sharp) at my head, insulting me constantly (at least I insult him back), and all of the work he gives me! Between him and Gaius I sometimes think they want me to drop dead. Not like Arthur would care.
That's not quite true. He has helped out a few times. Like when I drank that poison and he went to get the only flower that would cure me. Or when my village was in trouble he fought for them. Can't forget when I was supposed to have been thrown in jail. I think I just disproved my own theories. He's still an arrogant pratt of a clotpole. Every so often he does something that makes me think that the Great Dra
I'm constantly surrounded.
Not that I'm complainin'
Considerin' the two that sleep in my bed.
My life-long dream!
A passion realized!
Not to mention a
Very cute girl besides.
Adventures every day
With interestin' people to meet.
Everything was practically perfect
Well. Except for last wek.
I feel so lost without him
Cutter I meana man who'd never bend.
He was so much more than my professor;
So much more than my friend.
But we have to go on
Because we have no choice.
Anomolies still appear
And the media can't have a voice.
We'll make it through;
Not only for the world's sake
But for us and Cutter too.
It'll be a large slice of cake.
Spirited Away: Epilogue
Chihiro looked around at her new school. She was starting in the middle of a fall semester and she was all alone. Her parents had dropped her off at the front entrance for her first day of school. "I miss Haku, and Lin, and Kamajii," Chihiro sighed. "I think I would even be glad to see Yubaba." It had been a week since she had left everyone behind and Chihiro was feeling a little homesick for everyone. She knew that it would be dangerous to go back but that didn't stop her wishing that she could go back. Chihiro took a deep breath and began to walk up the steps into the school. It was a madhouse inside with children shouting and screaming.
"Excuse me?" Chihiro said to a woman who looked like she was a teacher.
"Walk! Don't run!" the lady yelled to two boys who were having a race down the hallway.
"Excuse me!" Chihiro said a little louder. When the woman finally looked at her Ch
I'm sorryI'm sorry.
What more can I say?
I was BORN this way.
I am naturally loud;
I am naturally happy;
My brain sometimes turns off
And I blast other people.
I mess up.
I am human.
It takes me so many tries
And yet I feel as though I am
SUPPOSED to be perfect
ALL OF THE TIME.
It takes me a while to get it right.
I shouldn't always feel as though I,
Am in the wrong.
I can't stay and I can't go.
What more can I say?
I was BORN this way.
I am naturally loud;
I am naturally happy.
I am sorry that I was born this way
And that I take so long to change my evil ways.
He Loves MeHe loves me,
It is true!
He loves me.
I know it, I truly do.
He said so to me
(To sometimes invisible me)
Tonight in the garden
As he hugged me, you see.
It was spoken out of friendship,
I also know this is true,
But the words still warm my heart
Like nothing else can do.
I now know that he does care
And this is all have every really wanted.
I cannot stop smiling
By those words I'll be forever happily haunted.
He loves me.
It is true!
He said it to me
And I believe him; that I do.
Quantum EntanglementThe office was a flurry of activity when I entered. No doubt it had been this way ever since the Endeavour entered a stable orbit. Two centuries of planning, prep and endless waiting, and for the first time, mankind had reached another star.
“Rosen?” A hard voice called across the medley of movement and chatter.
“Here, sir,” I called back and hurried over to Doctor Lindborn.
“You’re late. Take this and get into the observation room. We need to prep you for entanglement.” A swipe across his tablet sent a chart from his screen to mine.
I nodded and left, weaving between rows of desks and technicians, towards the glass fronted room that would be my environment for the next week. Sutter was already there, leaning back in his chair, silver augment stretching across his brow, between his temples. Beyond him were a dozen identical chairs, each with its own attending techie.
Doctor Petrovyn entered behind me, and we were both whisked away to sep
The First BlastTim left his home in a daze. He wandered across his lawn freely, like someone who knew he had to get somewhere but who had no idea where that was. He looked up at the cloudless sky, staring right into the sun. He shut his eyes, then opened them and turned them down the row identical, brightly coloured two story houses that made up his neighbourhood. Still somewhat in shock, but slightly more confident in his movements, he began to walk down the row, just skirting the edges of the bright green lawns and paved driveways.
Almost everywhere he went, families were gathering on their yards. The same shock and awed loss of direction was apparent in everyone’s faces, as if they had all woken up from a strange dream. He nodded politely to those he passed, waving hello to a few. They returned the favour, though their friendly smiles carried even less genuine feeling than normal.
The cause for their shock and awed expressions was clear. No one questioned it, everyone understood as soon as t
The Creamfast CaseThe Ollenberg Auditorium was filled with people, both large and slim. This was truly a main event, in its own right. Amongst the clamoring people, a troupe of security guards were heading over to the podium, but nobody was able to see the person they surrounded.
Once the person got up, he was finally revealed to be wearing a golden lab coat, to match his already eccentric hair. The rest of his outfit was actually clad in black.
"Good citizens!" He said, "I'm so thankful you came here today! I've noticed that obesity is gaining some kind of popularity. But the problem is that the epidemic is rising faster. So, I've created a solution!"
He brought out a tub of ice cream. Then, he took out a remote control, and activated a movie.
There was no narration, but the scientist said, "You see, people, this is Creamfast, the latest in weight-loss technology. I understand how some of you have busy jobs, but this concoction is both an enjoyable treat, and guarantees near-instant results! For t
Powerwhine's LamentJuanita Alvarez sat in the house she shared with Dominique Freeman, watching the television. Dominique was out on a date this evening, and Juanita didn’t expect her to be back for a while. So it was a shock when the opened door opened. She swiveled her head around to see Dominique slam the door behind herself. “I take it the date didn’t go well?” Juanita asked.
“That bastard…” Dominique muttered angrily, mostly to herself, as she hung her coat up.
Juanita shut off the TV and asked, “Care to tell me what happened?”
Dominique walked over to the end of the couch and crossed her arms. ”So we’re in the middle dinner when he gets a phone call. I get curious about what he’s talking about, and so I ask him what it was about after he was done. He tells me, and get this, that it was his wife! Their kid was sick and she was giving him an update.”
Juanita winced and said, “Ow.”
Dominique nodded and continued
Inventor and Creator- EndingIt is a rather peculiar tale. Yet, she was a rather unusual lady, with a very odd and fantastic secret. However, like all tales we must draw the curtains and lament the fate of the inventor and her creation christened Emmeline. It would appear that the cruel Fates decreed a sad end for our star-crossed lovers. This here is how the story concludes.
The inventor prepared for her final journey. She set all of her affairs in order. Her remaining research was to be passed on to her fellow scientists for them to decipher and perhaps innovate the golden age of Society. She took great care to leave her remaining assets to Isaac, for the children she would never set eyes on again. The inventor could not bring herself to step foot in the family manor. She did not belong in their domestic bliss. But she could leave her nieces something to grasp for, an education, a chance to excel just as she did with the best men of science the world had ever known. This was the legacy she intended to leav
Trust Machines - Leashing"What the hell is that?" Michelle asked startled, pointing at the apparition leashed on a park bench. Sheryl followed her gaze and cocked an eyebrow.
"An elephant, obviously." she observed, apparently unimpressed and Michelle shot a withering look at her friend.
"Of course it's an elephant." Michelle responded tartly. "That I can see for myself. What I want to know is why it is only the size of a pony and why it is leashed to a park bench!"
"Hm..." Sheryl pondered. "Perhaps that's simply someone doing Leashing."
Michelle looked at Sheryl with a blank look on her face. "Leashing?"
Sheryl sighed. "Yes, leashing. Girl, you need to stay in touch with the current social media themes. Look, there's someone taking pictures of the elephant!"
Indeed there was a boy in their age shooting images of the small elephant with his smartphone. Which, in Michelle's opinion, still didn't explain shit.
"I still can't follow. Of course someone is taking
Trust Machines - Swim MeetTrust Machines - Swim Meet
“Well, that wraps up the awards for today’s National Championships in swimming. Unsurprisingly, George Kevins took home the most medals, he was the favourite going into this.”
“Yes, George is perhaps the best natural swimmer of this generation, and we’re looking forward to his run at the Olympics. The formal competition may be over, Bob, but we’re not done yet. Next up is the event that everyone’s been waiting for, the unlimited class 3200 meter sprint. While they’re setting up the modified launch platforms, here’s Kerry with some background on the event.”
The video feed cut over to a cute woman in a tight-cut blazer. “Thanks Jim. Over the past year, there have been a lot of controversies over Venn Machine derived swimming forms. It started with a few competitors adding webbing between their fingers and toes, but didn’t end there. Soon, the
The Galaxy Traveller"Son, if you remember nothing else when you are away in that land, remember not to step foot into the water. Any innocent enough pool could house creatures that will strip your flesh from your bones and leave nothing that could possibly tell anyone it was you…"
I still do remember my father's words, despite the months I've spent away in this strange place. I've met people since then, though, that do take my mind off of his strange and ominous warning. A town has been keeping me with them and I've made friends with most of them. And one of them, more than friends.
I turn my head slightly, taking a peek at her as she walks beside me, hand firmly in mine, a small smirk growing as she looks up at me knowingly.
"Admiring the view again, James?"
"Yes," I simply state, and she tosses her curly brown hair back and laughs, tugging harder on my hand, saying, "C'mon, you walk too slow… put those long legs to use so I can show you this pla
OHFE: Sherlock, Holmes and Doctor... Who? There had been plenty of strange cases, but this one was nearly the most curious. According to the Curiosity scale from one to ten, with one being outstandingly boring (or being able to be solved with a snap of fingers) and ten being almost impossible to solve, this one could get nine. And a half.
It all had begun as many cases do. People vanishing. But that had been the most curious: they had been absolutely nowhere to be found. They could be gone when their relatives weren't looking. Just disappearing in thin air. Even the omnipresent Baker Street Irregulars couldn't find them despite being given detailed descriptions. And then something opposite had happened, which had made the rating of it run up.
The doorbell rang, as if calling for help, and the tall man with sharp face lines made his way down. As he expected, those were Baker Street Irregulars, but this time there were more of them than usually - most times two or three of them came to inform about one more
If Arthur Had a Journal......Hmmmmmm What should I make Merlin do today? I think I had him clean my armor yesterday but it wouldn't hurt to make him clean it again. I should also make him hold my targets for knife throwing today as punishment for messing up my dinner last night. Faeries stealing my foodhow stupid does he think I am? Never mind that. There are times when I truly believe that only half of his brain exists in that thick head of his.
Then he has these moments when he acts so wise; like he knows things that I don't know which is of course ridiculous. I do have to admit, where no one else can read this, every so often he shows true insight into matters of all kinds. Perhaps Merlin plays a fool sometimes to make me think he isn't all that smart.
Not possible. No one is that stupid to try that.
Except for Gwen perhaps, but she doesn't need to stop to such low methods. One look at
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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