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APH - Padded Walls Collab - Chapter 3 If this school had taught young Roderich Edelstein a single fact, it was that fluorescent ceiling fixtures were absolutely hideous.
He reflected that he'd spent far, far too long staring at them and simply willing them to go out, to leave the room in blissful, cool darkness. He imagined his eyes fizzling out with the "pssssss" noise of cold water on a hot pan. The relief was so easy to imagine and was in such stark contrast that his current situation was that much more unbearable.
It was then that the light flickered.
His eyes widened. "Ohh, nein," he groaned under his breath, gripping his blue mechanical pencil tight enough that he thought it might snap and leave little shards of plastic clinging to the palms of his hands. The large,
Shabbat - EnglandXOCOkay. SarThur fluffiness is about to ensue. If you don't know what this is, please read the artist's comment.
Also, just so you know, I wrote this poem a month or two ago on a whim, then decided to build a whole one-shot around it. Please read!
"I'll be waiting in the car, come out when you're ready."
"Alright, chavivi!" Responded Sarah, and she heard the Englishman's footsteps exit the front hall of her London house and the door swing shut. Although she really only had a few things left to stuff into her purse, she noted, but Arthur did tend to get nervous when he was running on a time deadline, and the meeting started in less than an hour. So she knew better than to hold him back.
Her hand brushed a small spiral bound notebook as she reached for her sunglasses case. She pushed it absentmindedly out of the way, stuffing the case into the front pocket of her shoulder bag and checking to make sure she had money in her wallet. Then, a good ten seconds afte
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
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