《 ˈdi-sə-nən(t)s (Dissonance)》Entries 11-15
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The smell of copper and death assaulted me as I entered the silent, two-story building. Both scents that I had become distressingly familiar with over the past few months. I swallowed hard, and my throat clicked audibly. I told myself that this was idiotic to turn back – but what if there were survivors inside? Besides, there was a high likelihood that what my senses were reporting back to me was a fabrication, anyway.
I could see several tripped booby-traps straight from the anarchist cookbook. All of the entryways were pure carnage, but it was impossible to tell what had happened exactly. Just as I yearned for my weapon, I yearned for the Synthesis; but it had become like an involuntary muscle, no longer under my control. Blood-covered, shredded Carhart jackets and steel-toed logging boots with feet still in them were scattered around the abode. I retched, adding my own finishing touches to the horror show around me.
And then I found him – the impossible lone survivor. Or, more accurately, he found me… And once again, I was facing the wrong end of a gun. I trembled, looking upon the living face of my dead brother, and was very, very silent.
12.
I said before that I would describe the previous night's Dissonance. Now seems as good of a time as any.
As the melody had faded, and I could feel the millions of microscopic coprocessors bonded to my synapses firing to life. I shuddered. The room was black, but from above came a spotlight that cascaded down onto the desk of a late-night talk show host. The man at the desk wore a rictus of a grin and said, "Our next guest hails from the great Pacific Northwest, put it together for your favorite and mine... Philip Millworker, ladies and gents!"
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The spotlight flicked around the room, searching wildly for an elusive guest. I felt frozen; somehow, I knew what I would see next. I don't understand how... I don't understand anything about the world anymore. The roving light finally settled on a nightmare version of my younger brother. On the wall.
13.
He moved like a gecko, skittering this way and that down toward the stage. Watching his powerful frame move in that jarring way was somehow so WRONG. When he settled in the guest’s chair, I could see him clearly. He was missing his right arm, a wound he suffered in the Proxy Wars... but not the cause of his death. He was also missing his eyes... or, more accurately, there were two black holes where his eyes should be. I don't mean empty sockets, but literal black holes -- as in the celestial gluttons.
Both Phil and the host sat in utter silence. Unmoving. Staring at me like two gargoyles. It may have been humorous in a different situation, in a different life. I tried desperately to search for meaning in the macabre scene; why was this being shown to me?! But all I could think about was how often humor snuggles up to the horrific.
Then the host uttered the following...
14.
M R ^(OvO)^
M R NO ^(OvO)^
S A R
C M E D B D BEAK
NO
M R ** M R
M R NO **
O S M R
C D E D B D I's
O S I C M
M R ** M R
15.
After the garbled, unfathomable message from the host, his horrible smile only grew. It curled upward impossibly at the corners of his mouth. It curled so that it began to spiral in on itself. The spiral grin was all I could see, ever-increasing fractally. It became my entire existence. I was looking at the madness of God; I was being unmade on a subatomic level.
THEM ARE SPIDERS//THEM ARE SPIDERS//THEM ARE SPIDERS//THEM ARE SPIDERS//THEM ARE --
And then I was back in the little room in the little house of a teacher, retired long ago. That's the Dissonance. That is our penance.
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A March of Fire
In a world on the brink of tearing itself apart, three men find that their futures have been changed irrevocably by forces outside of their control. Hal Landoran is a father of three and husband to the beautiful Gillian, who has stayed loyally by his side for burgeoning on thirty years. He is the lord of a quiet province in the heart of The Coalition, where he is a respected friend to the Grand King, Harold Daymoore. Although Hal's days of fighting were thought to be long gone, he will learn that when one's family is at risk, age is no barrier at all. Brack Na'Orihn is the stalwart leader of Dreanar, and by extension, the Draneer people. He has guided his kingdom through unprecedented economic success thanks to the discovery of a new, miracle resource. The characteristically blue dust, Efir. Brack's youngest and brightest son, Nyal, has discovered a new use for the blue dust. A use that will shake the very foundations of reality itself. Ayaz is the new addition to the small entourage of Sandam Saraf II, Lord Protector and holder of a coveted treasure of ancient origin. On Ayaz's first journey with Sandam and his veteran crew, he will learn what he must do to survive, and have a revealing encounter with an all-powerful wizard whose motives are as murky and grey as his eyes.
8 172Last Man
Nikodemus is the Last Man on a planet that resembles earth. He spends his days being hauled from female tribe-to-female tribe, as they fight over him in an effort to preserve the human race. All female tribes worth their salt have at least one mutant at beck-and-call, who are the smartest creatures on the planet and are used to program robots who assist in capturing the Last Man. The tribes aren't the only thing to fear in the desert; there are also viscous scorpion creatures lurking out on the sands. Perhaps the only thing more deadly then then the demons living in the Wasteland, are the demons living inside Nikodemus. Can he fight them off and see the worth in humanity after experiencing the worst of it for all forty-five years of his life?
8 111Chronicles of the Realms
Four Realms\One World These are the stories of the Realms, four entire universes seperated only by the thinnest of dimensional boundaries. Some of the Chronicles take place in only the home Realm of the characters in it, others span them all but what they all share is they change the narrative for the people who live through them. Just like life itself everyone is the lead in their own story and they affect those they meet, sometimes hugely and without knowing they have. In any case I hope you try out my story and stick around because it has only just begun.
8 129Imperator of Beasts
Cameron is your run of the mill 27 year old ex NATO sniper/hacker who has finally decided to do something in his very early retirement. When he tries to ask out the woman he likes, she says yes but it ends up killing him.Turns out the gods had something to do with it and they have had great plans for him but they got screwed when the Apocalypse got cancelled. Deciding to carry through with some of their plans they send him to another universe to start life anew.(mature for language, violence, and anthropomorphic (look like a person) animal sex scenes)Also contains SARCASM, can't believe I have to say that, but I do.
8 92League Of The Void
In ancient times, so long past that even the few immortals still around can barely remember, there existed beings who no one could stand against. Four entities of such might, reality eagerly bent to their very word. But they had a problem common men are not usually around for long enough to experience. The indifference of time. The ever-repeating cycle of events. Live a thousand lifetimes and everything is one big replay. Same events, different faces. Different events, same faces. Like a bad movie, on repeat forever. And yet, time presses on relentlessly, never stopping, never wavering. Pointless. Indifferent. The supreme ones would not accept it any more and so they decided to sleep, waiting for change to come. They separated the void, their home, from the other planes of existence and fell into a mindless state of unconscious bliss. Aeons came and went, until one day, change would finally come. That day is soon to arrive now, the veil concealing the League of the Void about to be lifted.
8 191losin control; c. yelich. ✔️
"she's falling but she doesn't think you'll catch her."when you have the most perfect relationship but you don't realize you're going to have to lose it to win it back again.
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