What The Luck!? Chapter 58
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"I take it that he has them still." Asher laughed a little while stretching out his shoulders. The training had been getting to him a little and he needed a break. "Let's grab something to drink while he finds them."
The two found some lemonade in the kitchen and sat themselves on the grass in the back yard enjoying the sun. "If Art can use his super power like that without worry then he could be much stronger. Plus anyone that hits him would need to go to a hospital for possible lead poisoning." Jane was already brainstorming the possibilities so she could be wary of what may happen if she sparred with Art too often.
"I think if he is immune I will let him find different training opponents. Its not that I don't want to train with him but I really don't feel like going to a doctor every other day due to lead poisoning." Asher was starting to rethink his choice in best friend. It was all well that Art was a good person but what if he accidentally poisoned him?
Art came rushing back outside holding the paper. "Check it out!" The paper fell in to Asher's lap.
"Lead control and lead immunity….So you have two powers too technically?" Asher read this out loud and realized that it definitely made sense. "You have been carrying the lead and stuff with you since you got your shot and you haven't dropped dead yet so i guess it makes sense. But maybe you shouldn't do any more cooking." Art looked at him more seriously.
"Asher has a point. What if you mix something accidentally." The thought of never eating the cake again was a little rough but for their safety they would need to stomach it.
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"Psshh you guys are crazy. You really think I don't practice proper kitchen safety? There are no place for chemicals like lead in the kitchen. You guys really need to learn a lesson in our next cooking class." Hearing this from Art we was notorious for not doing his homework on time and also not being a perfect academic student hit them hard. They were stunned at the condescending attitude.
"Says the guy who hasn't even finished his philosophy essay." This retort from Asher broke Art. He looked about to cry as he shuffled off with his paper in his hands to get a laptop to type his essay. 'These friends are too mean…'
"Are you going to hang out outside or sit and eat this cake?" Cara was sitting at the kitchen table with two slices of cake. Art found that he had just seen an angle. While Jane and Asher sat outside afraid of the consequences that could come with Art's power. Art and Cara sat inside eating cake.
The three of them have practiced for most of the day and wanted to have their own time to get homework or studying done. With this decision made they all ended up spending the day this way and before they knew it the morning had come again.
"No double run today...double runs are cursed." Art met Cara and Asher at the door with this phrase and was greeted by nods of approval. The three of them would not be falling in to the same trap as before.
"I have my phone on me this time, we should be good." Asher showed his phone in his pocket and then headed out the door after Cara. The three were now better accustomed to the work out routine and breezed through it. However they were all on edge compared to the previous experience.
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Luckily there were no such events and the usual went on. Nothing strange seemed like it was going to happen at all on this Monday.
"Good morning you two." Jane was waiting at the door as the boys headed out to school. The three fell in to step and made their way t the high school a little earlier than usual since they were getting faster and faster at running in the past days.
"I can't wait for combat class today. We are going to dominate every bit of practice." Art was fired up even though he was feeling the soreness of learning new moves. His muscles had definitely learned how to use them but he would need more practice to perform well with them.
"I can't wait to see the look on coach Winters' face when we suddenly wheel kick or change levels and jab." Asher was looking forward the little amount of revenge he would get before she would find a new terrifying exercise to put them through.
"She will definitely have praise for us. I think I will ask her for advice on the combos we could do. I would hate to ruin the flow of my moves because I don't know what is better to go next." Jane had spent a lot of her night at home thinking about how her moves would fit together. She felt that the puzzle was missing too many pieces for her to properly compete.
"Well I think we should focus more on basics then add moves slowly. If we rush we will do everything wrong.." Asher was worried that if he rushed along there would be more accidents like Jane kicking the glass. They had been lucky it did not break but if it had or anything did they would all be looking at their end.
"Wow, why is the entrance so busy over there?" Art saw that a crowd was at the entrance of the school.
'So much for our boring Monday' Asher had this thought before running after Art who could not control his curiosity. Upon their arrival they found a few white fluffy sheep with numbers on them blocking the entrance. This sight reminded Asher of his dream and bright shivers down his spine. These sheep were piled up on themselves like they were a fluffy white wall. There were easily twenty of them in the way. "What the heck are these things doing here?"
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13.AI
AI means Artificial Intelligence. But those words don't match Al, either of them. Neither Artificial, nor Intelligent. At least not at the beginning. No, an AI requires input, trial & error, and careful observation. But at that point, what makes it any different than human? How are binary choices any different than the choices in a human life. I wager that there is no difference. But what will he think?
8 102Wings of Sorrow
Tension permeates the city of Bleakridge as forces within its walls struggle for supremacy. Grim Thorne, the disinherited son of the Earl, is a fly caught in the web of power struggles between these forces. When Grim closes his eyes, he can still see the bodies piled high from the first day of occupation. The day he was branded a bastard in the southern fashion. The day his father let them. Soldiers from the south bearing green cloaks and royal seals maintain order in the streets of Bleakridge, ensuring that the lifeblood of commerce continues to flow through the port city. In the slums beyond the outer wall, the Sons of the Reaper lurk. Some call them heroes, others villains. But all fear them for their relentless devotion to the old ways and the freedom that entails. In the castle above the city, resides the Earl of Bleakridge. The man who bent the knee and saved the lives of his people, if not their souls. After twenty years of occupation, the tension is coming to a head and Grim has to choose. Sympathetic to the Sons, duty bound to his father, and forced into service to the king. He must rise above the brand on his neck and decide where his true loyalties lie. But, after so long, it can be hard to tell who is deserving of loyalty. The King’s men who enforce order with a blood-soaked iron fist? The Sons who more resemble terrorists and crime lords than revolutionaries? Or the father who watches the bloodshed and does nothing? In the end, it is always the place of the young to bear the sins of the old.
8 201The Jianghu
Authors note: I appreciate feedback! Part of the reason I am releasing my chapters here is to benefit from reader feedback. If you have the time, please leave a review! Brian has lost everything he has ever held dear. Everyone who cared for him has died, in the most tragic manner possible. He no longer knows what to do. He sees no hope for the future in a world where anyone he loves will die. What is the point in trying in this reality if it all leads to sadness?And then along came the Ingenium, the worlds first true Virtual Reality device. And The Jianghu, a Wuxia-themed Virtual Reality MMO, came with it. Brian doesn't understand it yet, but he feels that both are connected with his dead parents and Uncle Jie. With the intent of figuring out what that connection is, or at least forgetting about his tragedy, he enters The Jianghu.
8 132To Let Go (Shindo Yo)
sleep, he's not worth it.
8 183The Pharaoh's Dancer
"Do you know what to do, Amunet?" A voice as sweet as silk whispered into the young girl's ear. Amunet didn't look over her shoulder, but shifted uncomfortably on her bare feet before nodding her head. A soft hand touched her back and urged her forward. All eyes turned towards the girl dressed in transparent linen with her dark hair tumbling down her back and her violet eyes lined by kohl. Every movement caused the jewels on her wrists and ankles to dangle and shimmer in the light.She raised her head and found the Pharaoh's transfixed stare. His jade eyes narrowed in on hers and the room became still and silent. Amunet bowed and, at the pluck of a harp string, began to dance.---cover by @AddietayDoes contain reference to some mature themes that may not be suited for a younger audience.
8 187Lore Olympus Oneshots
**2022 update: I am so sorry for everything in this series it's literal garbage on fire. However, I will leave it up just to reflect on my horrific mess and appreciate how much better I've gotten at writing lol.Short stories/ fanfics that I wrote about Lore Olympus (specifically about Hades and Persephone 🤧💕)
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