DoorTraveler

The thief wandered the catacombs, peeking into the different tombs with vague interest. He was only there because necessity was slipping into desperation and stealing from the living—knowing they were equally wanting—didn’t sit well with him. It made sense then, to take from the dead kings. They didn’t need it, and the current king didn’t seem to want it. A few coins here and there couldn’t be missed. But each tomb he found, he could not take from. The hopes of the living still clung to them even after so many centuries. The dream their loves were at peace stayed his hand, allowing them to only offer prayer

I. Prayer I glanced out the back of the plane, triple checking the parachute in my hands. Gregor laughed at me as he watched. The man would follow me to the Fire Cavern even if I fell to the Madness, but with him and the rest of the men respect on the battle field and respect in private were about as different as night and day. On the battle field I was queen, a harsh ruler that saw fairness as what she decreed it, but in private I was their best friend’s sister—his younger sister who wasn’t allowed to flirt with anyone they didn’t approve of (which was pretty much anyone who wasn’t a Breaker). I didn’t m

I. Prayer I glanced out the back of the plane, triple checking the parachute in my hands. Gregor laughed at me as he watched. The man would follow me to the Fire Cavern even if I fell to the Madness, but with him and the rest of the men respect on the battle field and respect in private were about as different as night and day. On the battle field I was queen, a harsh ruler that saw fairness as what she decreed it, but in private I was their best friend’s sister—his younger sister who wasn’t allowed to flirt with anyone they didn’t approve of (which was pretty much anyone who wasn’t a Breaker). I didn’t m

4: Dropped City Research Center Seeing two men walk out of a supposedly deserted city can cause anyone to stop and stare, but when one of them is carrying an axe the reaction leans more toward dropping what you are doing and calling for the armed security. The pair were greeted by two men carrying rifles, and a woman in a biohazard suit. “Who are you?” the woman demanded. “We were passengers on the bus to Fifth City. Unfortunately we were attacked by something and pulled down into the city while at the rest stop,” Allen explained. “We saw your elevator, and were hoping that you could give us a lift out of here

III. Grief Breakers were known for practicality. We didn’t accumulate possessions or mementos. If it served no purpose it was disposed of. It made the exchanging of rooms quick and efficient, but by the time Gregor had his two boxes packed and brought to Davis’s dorm I hadn’t accomplished much of anything. He found me sitting on the bed looking at a book, with a place in the middle marked with string.   We didn’t own books, not really. Although every dorm room had about ten to fifteen books in it, but by the time the occupant had been promoted the books would have changed five or six times if not more. Books exchanged

Preshow There are two foundations for existence: Fact and Truth. Fact: a door is always a door (even when it's ajar, despite what the comedic community likes to believe). A door can only lead to two connecting places. It cannot, let's say, connect your bedroom to an alternative dimension where humans are born from falling stars. And, as it is 2007 on Earth, it cannot teleport you from your house to a pirate ship sailing the Nine Seas of Avalon. A door can also not be considered a door when it is without a frame. Once a door is open it can only lead to the place it shows, and when it is closed it cannot (under any circumstances) change dest

Subject One: Peacemaker Rank: Captain Landlord??   Age: ??? The office was ablaze with activity. The phones rang incessantly as they called for the attention of a number of people too busy to answer them all at once. Many questions were drifting through the air, most of them whispered while others went unasked completely. A detective looked around at the chaos the fallen ship had created and took a deep breath. Of all the things he had expected to happen today, contact with the other worlds wasn't even listed. It was probably alright to think that it was a completely unprecedented event. This was going to be a long day. "No suit?" ano

My first thoughts were composed of utter disbelief: He was always kind to me. My next thoughts were a slur of things I could have said: You don't know him; Don't say that; How can you believe that? My voice was lost, though. I just went numb with shock. They were lying. The person I knew couldn't do harm to anyone. Right? Right!? It was like something broke around me and shattered, leaving shards of whatever it was lying around to be stepped on and broken further. My mind searched for answers, clues, but all it found were memories. The first time we met, I was six and my family had just moved to the area. It was a gigantic two story house w

The Haywire Bar was a piece of shit. A while back, before the riots and the beginning of the political conflict and consequent civil unrest, it was known for its intelligent patrons, drunk-whisperer bartender and the pool tournament that went on year round. It was a place for people to be people and forget whether you were a Suit or a Uniform. And then some such politician was assassinated by whichever party, and people took sides, leaving everyone who didn't give a rat's ass stuck in the side pockets waiting for society to sort itself out. And down the quality of the Haywire Bar fell. The neighborhood turned into a canvas for graffiti, pro

There are things I want to say to you But all I’m left with is a virtual page. You stood there and said it so quietly, calmly— The cab was already on the way. There were things I wanted to say to you But all that came out was “okay … okay.” I hugged you and cried and told you I loved you— We never said it enough. There were words I wanted to scold you with But I didn’t want my last words to be mean. I watched the cab pull up and tried not to cry— An impossible task it would seem. There were better ways to do this And leaving before we woke wasn’t one of them. You wanted to disappear

The Story of Day of Truth and What Came of It There was a time of long ago before the first stars touched Death’s scythe where there was but one world where people were. They were the Aerix from which our universe is named, and they were a people of peace. Guided by the Priests of the Powers That Be, their lives were simple and even the grey days of rain or snow could not dishearten them so. But then one day, the Aerix found the sea to be closer to their fields and their homes. The distance decreased day after day until the tide tasted the edge of their crops. The Priest of Moon went to the Child Power’s temple of shells and ask

The snow was dancing in a light wind when they filed out of the snow structure. Jiron left a note for her companions with Olly’s help as she couldn’t write in northern languages. Once the group was together outside, they wrapped their coats tightly around them and followed Mal and Jiron toward the High Pass. Olly came last. He had been deep in thought ever since he returned from “keeping watch” and wouldn’t even give his normally extra-long explanations to Mal when he asked. This, to the surprise of the siblings, seemed to trouble the mercenary, although he hid it rather well. The snow stopped about an hour befo