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We've Reached Epsilon!
Every blood cell told Paul that he was a freak. Rainbow scales shivered up his torso and breathed grotesquely, sucking in atmospheric moisture in the dank underground complex. Paul felt that if he found a mirror, he would smash it and cut his own throat.
Tal'Shen was deliciously rupturing the opaque turquoise fleshy bulbs on his back. Suicide? She stopped.
Lysanna's twin, Linfjen, froze Maya rigid. She bombarded Lysanna with telepathic spears. She must protect Paul's Rejection of the progeny.
From afar, Lysanna grew alarmed. Humans were uniquely physically vulnerable to Fonae spawn. Unfortunately, among the galaxy's sentient races, humans were also alone in their infinite capacity for self-hatred. Mental illnesses poisoned their brainfields. Lysanna's fledgling screeched for help. But Lysanna was wounded. Tal'Shen must face Rejection alone.
Tears washed the meaty, translucent eyes growing out of Paul's face. Rage. Defeat. All I wanted was a job. Now I am a freak! Outcast!
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Immaculate Transmission
Paul awoke to Maya's terrifying strangled gargle: "Scry as you like, Lysanna! They deserve mmmmm their own gods, even when prone to us. Mmmmm you hope they sanctify immaculate transmission mmhyahyahya! If your progeny survives  –" Paul yelped as Maya's jab stabbed the hard, pulsating, possessed part of his groin – "mmy Proxitol, then they mmay worship this host as the virgin bearer of your divine mmmabomination –"
"Maya! Whom are you addressing?" A man looked in from the hallway.
"Meade! S-sorry. J-Just. Talking to myself." Maya sounded tinny.
"Exercise caution, please. You know the spore's capabilities, even at this stage."
Maya bit her lip. "'Scuse me, love, be right back." She hurried out, calling after Meade.
The instant she left, Paul felt better. His mind floated on warm salt water. His nausea eased. Maya had left the computer in the corner of the lab on. Check the computer.
He stumbled across the room. The desk chair felt wrong. His hands seemed disconnected.  His eyes bl
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Backstage Audience
Convulsion!  His brain became a backstage audience, while his head and body thrashed. The thing inside made him heave to expel the chemical. Maya propped a bowl as he vomited. "Sorry, love, that's the Proxitol again. It'll keep you human – for a bit."
Terrified, he looked around blurrily. They were in a medical lab. Its walls, sink, the grate on the floor, even the table he was on, were made from polished copper.
The shield above the door was worse. Turquoise wings over a diamond. A week ago, another hacker, Greenwing, had showed him this symbol. The girl insisted they meet IRL. He thought he was finally going to get some, but lost hope of that when he saw her. She was petrified. She drew the logo on a bar napkin. "You see this in a matrix, you get the fuck out of the system. These people're dangerous."
"Who are they, Gwen?"
"Texxon found them last month. He was hacking a bank server. The bank's security provider had another client – mercenaries –" She picked a
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Leopards Have Roses
Jesus. He fingered the spreading patch on his thigh. Pain and panic flashed, hot and cold. Somehow, he heard his phone vibrating from the bedroom. He could hear his keys tinkling against the buzzing cell, like icicles falling from eaves to icy pavements.
He was dry. Dressed. In the bedroom. "Hello?" His brain wondered: How the fuck did I leave the shower?
"Hello, Paul? It's Jacob. I'm at Leicester Square. Where are you? Did you get in OK? Did you forget our meeting?"
Raspberry fork-tongued starfish danced with turquoise hexagonal doorways. "Jake? Oh God! I'm sorry. I'll be there in ten minutes."
"OK. I'm outside the Empire. Hurry up. It's starting to rain."
Paul tried to focus: I can't screw this up. This is my last chance.
He ran out onto Sherwood Street, shaking his head to stop the kaleidoscopic discotheque effect. By Coventry Street, the burn spread from his groin, down his leg, and up his torso. Jake waved, advanced to greet him –
And stopped.
"Paul." Jacob squinted inquiring
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Ride to Armageddon :icontamaranorbust:tamaranorbust 1 8
Ardha Ashtama Sani
He began washing his trousers in the room's tiny sink. Suddenly, the fire alarm sounded. Someone pounded on his door and shouted down the hall: "Everyone out, please! Everyone out!"
The soaped-up spot, now a slick mess, caressed his crotch. His wallet, his passport, and seventy-four seconds later, he was standing jacketless on the sidewalk. Fire engines carved a path through the half-dressed backpackers.
"It's not a drill.  It's really on fire.  They're not gonna fix this any time soon." A girl, early twenties, snake-eye piercings on her tongue, a stud in the centre of her forehead, pointed at his slimy bull's-eye and winked. "Nice birthmark."
Paul blushed. "No – when the alarm went off, I was – oh shit! I left my phone up there!" Firemen blocked him near the door.
The chick was behind him. "Don't worry about your phone, man. It'll be OK. And if it isn't –" her laugh made ironic music, "you can use my phone." She held out her hand, her manners suddenl
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You remember falling in love:
It’s so great at the beginning.
And it’s all downhill from there.
What’s your rush?
Love comes in fits and starts word by word by word.
A twine tendon of attachment grown by nightlights
The bated tension of mood unlines
And regroups, building pressure under the dimmed late glow
A hope that becomes too formal
Then underlines the vacuum tube beneath those distant messages.
Quivering like a bird checking and rechecking a favoured spot
A home, once made, now sealed shut.
I so fear that outcome. To open up, to know
How it could all go wrong.
Have a choice, yet already sense I have none?
Just by opening a door.
That awful knowledge that I’m having trouble concentrating
Because of you.
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Theamat Featured By Owner May 31, 2013   Digital Artist
Thanks for the watch!
tamaranorbust Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2014
YW! :)
dagoth-jeff Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Hiya, thanks for faving Winter's Love [link] :)
tamaranorbust Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2013
How could I not?
Flying-Glove Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2012   Traditional Artist
Thank you for faving "The Crystal Ship"!
tamaranorbust Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2013
A beautiful image!
Flying-Glove Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2013   Traditional Artist
Thank you!
cctcc Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2012
Thank you for the watch!<3
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My pleasure! :)
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