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It was hard for me to think about where to go next for a long time. So I let Ryan keep my device that could take anyone almost anywhere, anytime, in any world they wanted and they could always come back to reality making it seem as if they never left. It was especially hard to think as there were still episodes of Heathcliff and The Catillac Cats that hadn't been copied to the right sites yet. Episodes 2-26 of Fix and Foxi and friends had been copied to a certain site. Ryan had managed to get all the Despicable Me movies onto the right sites. All that was left of the Incredibles franchise to be copied to a certain site was Mr. Incredible and Pals. In the meantime Ryan had uploaded all of Lilo and Stitch to his youtube channel. He found out that Experiment 316 had the power to shapeshift himself and anyone else into anyone else as long as he knew what whoever he was doing the changing into looked like. That experiment was named Morpholomew. Lilo used Morpholomew to change into Keoni

"H. I. M. 'M' as in man." With a sigh, Beryl finished reading the vision map. The optometrist pursed his lips and removed a pen light from his crisp white coat. He watched the dark circle of her pupil shrink to a pin point within the deep blue of her iris. "I don't know what to tell you, Miss Alderton. Your eyes are perfect," he said. Beryl fished around in her purse. She was a petite woman with blond ringlets framing an unlined, heart-shaped face. The size of the black Nike bag and the way her sneaker-clad feet didn't touch the floor made her look childish. She pulled out a wrinkled letter and passed it to the doctor as she strained for the right words. "I can't read this." The optometrist unfolded it with care. He moved his lips as he read, saying phrases like I think of you, never forget, always think of you when seeing tulips and I'll always regret out loud with clinical precision before he folded the paper back up. "As far as I can see, there's nothing wrong with the ink or the

Hi Everyone, Here is Part Two of Circle in the Sand for you all to enjoy. Me and Makarov hope you enjoy the chapter and seeing what Akira and Nathan are heading into come Liar's Dice. Thanks very much Kind Regards Akira and Nathan, having enjoyed their meals at the restaurant despite some twats from JLB Credit trying it to hit on her before seeing Nat and scrambling away, and gave their farewell to Maya and James, and made their way through Aberdeen. They strolled through the teeming streets of the city, its bustle a tangible entity that clung to the fringes of their solitude. There, nestled among the urban tapestry, was a poster - bright, unabashed, and festive - but carrying a message far beyond the yuletide sentiment. The poster was a tableau, a vibrant echo of the nations of England, Scotland, and Wales in their proud individuality, yet collectively robust. A united Ireland, too, lent its strong presence to the canvas. Representing each land were their soldiers, stoic

A Rose; From the Black Petal Man’s Garden Ho, now, thru and true, I stop thee, fair maid, on whateverthoust may descend upon thee that would have you rushing at this late hour; and thru my fields no less. Pray not thee warrant a fear, for what else could fields be made for if not for trampling about. … Pardon me, your Grace, but it would seem upon fair look of thee I recant my previous abrasion and see now to give you the proper respect you deserve. So fine a Lass could only flee in such tumultuous haste and fury if she were being pursued by foul wickedness of Ideals or the corruption that spawns in all our Kind. Pray that we not see corruptions sludge on one of the Kindred, for we may have to slay both an ideology and a friend. Nevertheless, my dear lady these moments are but common concern to our kind, as I recognize thee as a thing of beauty, regardless your haste. Pray, let me offer you refuge in my hidden home, it would be of most taking to a Lady of your stature, I assure

An hour later, as the door to Mida's room opened, she was expecting lunch. That was the routine in the hospital after all. Torture shot, and then lens soup, bread and cheese. A virus might have whipped through the world and changed most everything, but there was still garlic flavoured nan bread. But instead she found Shirin standing in the doorway. The younger girl was eyeing Mida as if she wasn't really sure she could trust her eyes. She had to look past the ruin of her face to see her friend, but once she did, she was seeing Mida and she opened up her arms. Shirin was fifteen. She was tiny and soft with thick, black hair that fell in waves around her shoulders and unblemished skin white as milk, the most beautiful thing Mida thought she'd had ever seen. Not even the stars in the Bollywood movies were as lovely as Shirin. Shirin didn't utter a word until she'd climbed onto Mida's bed, on her left side so she doesn’t hurt Mida's leg. There she curled up against Mida, who cuddled her

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. She’d done it. Risen to the top of the pile. The very pinnacle of British public life. Just like her idol. But it hadn’t gone the way it was supposed to. The world had conspired against her. Her enemies in that axis of conformity had scuppered her best-laid plans to make things better. Now every interview was a nightmare, where journalists asked actual probing questions and weren’t satisfied with the wooden, pre-prepared answers she’d practiced for hours in front of the mirror. Some of them even dared to say that she was giving the same answer to every question, and that was just not right! It was correct, but asking that wasn’t right, damnit! In a rare moment of quiet, she allowed her mask to fall. Laying her head on the desk in her office, she wept openly. Looking to the heavens, she called out, ‘My god, why hast thou forsaken me?’ "Because you’re fucking useless," came the reply. At first, she thought she was going insane. It took a moment

The exploration of Germany late in 1965, when Danish and Swedish forces reached the borders with Hungary, Poland and Czechoslovakia, revealed a country in complete disarray. All large cities, centres of industry and every foreign military installation had been heavily bombed, to the point that several bases were assumed to have suffered 100% casualties. The pre-October War population of both the FRG and GDR had been annihilated. Estimates put the casualties at over 30 million, almost half the pre-war population of both Germanys combined. Berlin and Bonn had both been completely destroyed, unsurprisingly; however, some cities remained largely intact and had weathered the post-war horrors by effectively hunkering down, arming their police with the heaviest weapons available and rationing food and water. Kiel, surprisingly, had emerged damaged but in decent condition. It was here that the Scandinavian Union hosted the European Conference of Reconstruction with representatives from