《 ˈdi-sə-nən(t)s (Dissonance)》Entries 16-18
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My brother's stance was that of a jungle cat; muscles coiled and brimming with potential energy. He stood with his left shoulder/stump toward me, his right hand holding the gun parallel to his chest but pointed in my general direction. He held a turn of the century Sig; before gene-coding became the standard. Popular with militias and criminals, alike.
"You died," I said, flatly.
"Yeah, that's what they say," he replied. "Now, I want you to lift up your shirt and turn around slowly. Keep your hands where I can see them."
"Phil, it's me. I --"
"Shut up and do it. I will put you down," he said. His voice was frosted alloy. His eyes flicked over my probably dumbfounded and hurt face.
"Look, I'll say it out loud so we're both on the same page: I don't know who or what you are, you don't know who or what I am. But I have a gun that you have to assume is real, so we're going to do what I say for now." He said, slowly.
His logic was sound, and although I had a million questions, they were going to have to wait.
17.
We sat across from each other in a dimly lit basement. The air between us was thick, and it smelled of perspiration and sawdust. His weapon lay on the table between us -- his scarred and calloused hand rested heavily on it. Progress, I suppose.
"I see you use a 226," I said, awkwardly trying to find some way to break the ice. I was bluffing; without The Mesh, the only reason I knew the model of gun was the fact that it said it on the barrel.
"Yeah. What'chu know about that?" He asked. His drawl was an affectation. I knew he could pick it up or drop it whenever.
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"I know it's got some nice custom work," I said. It was a safe bet, I could see several mods to let him chamber a round with one arm.
"Yup." He said, simply. Time stretched on wordlessly. Suddenly, something Phil said struck me.
"Wait, you didn't get upgraded, did you?" I asked.
"Nope. I didn't trust some corporation putting a computer in my head. Good fuckin' call, turns out," he replied.
"Then what did you mean you don't know ‘who or what I am?’" I said. I could feel pieces falling into place, and my blood ran cold.
18.
He got up, crossed the room, and picked up a bottle of Jack's, and two mugs; carrying all three with one hand. My eyes flicked to the Sig against my will, and he caught me looking. He stopped halfway back to the table and sighed, before crossing the rest of the way and dexterously poured us each a drink.
"You're pretty good at that," I said. I hadn't seen him in person since he lost the arm.
"Shut up, drink your fucking drink, and listen." He said. His voice was low and lethal, but I thought I may have detected a trace of his old deadpan sense of humor. Needless to say, I did so.
"When shit went down, me and some of the boys took it on ourselves to arm up and guard Darrington. Wasn't much to do, really. Not that I was complaining. Besides turning back a few drifters, we didn't have to do jack shit," he took a long dreg of his booze before continuing.
"Obviously, only the Naturals were allowed to be on guard duty. Didn't need guys seein’ dragons or whatever the fuck. But, that's what started happening. About two weeks ago Gus Miller saw someone lurking around the back of the gas station. He took Ben Nations and Eric White to go put the fear of God in `em, but..." he clicked his tongue. "Went t'other way. Yasee, they came around and flanked him. Lanky dude in a suit."
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He paused here for either dramatic effect or genuine trauma. Philip was always a hard guy to read.
Finally, he said: "Turns out the guy didn't have a face. So they lit him up."
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Weycorus
A story about a man who was never able to live life to the fullest, troubled by his useless pride and uncompromising principles. But he never regretted it, he refuses to ever be assimilated, to change for society, to be molded by a culture created predecessors he never knew. When the man was supposed to of died, a higher being gave him another opportunity at life in another world. A chance to be able to live again and live life to the fullest, unrestricted by the morals and ethics of his previous world. How will this man live his new life? This is an isekai story like many others that have been told before. TLDR: Cliche Isekai story This is the first story I ever made/wrote, I decided to try it out in the spur of the moment. I'm hoping to have fun with this, don't expect anything of quality in my writing. This story will be more of a wish-fulfillment so do not expect any intricate storyline and plot twist as I'm basically just chilling and writing w/e I'm in the mood to. Tags: R-18+, Dungeons, Slave Harem, Slice of Life, LitRPG, Male Lead, Selfish/Possessive Lead, Magic, Isekai.
8 88Practically, I am weak because "I AM A WEED!" [Author Disappeared. ]
God could have made her into a human, elf or even an ugly goblin after reincarnation. BUT WHY THE HECK MUST IT BE A WEED?! Not only does she not have her arms and legs,she also doesn't have a mouth to talk.She doesn't even have friends to talk to!And to add insult to injury, the god even likes to prank her! Where is she? Why did she die? Or perhaps she didn't die but was just transported into this world by mistake. She found out that she wasn’t just a simple weed in a simple world. Perhaps, this is an RPG world and she is the main character. If so, will she even survive this world as a weed? =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Inspired by Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken [TSSDK], Kumo Desu Ga Nani Ka?, Arifureta Shokugyou de Sekai Saikyou, Tsuki Ga Michibiku Isekai Douchuu. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ *Warning: Even though this is not my first time writing, I am not a native English speaker. My grammar might be *not good* for some people but I assure you that it's readable. There are a couple of authors that help me with proofreading some chapters, but because I want to release faster, I do not go through proofreading and post as soon as I finish a chapter. Plus, I am now using Grammarly.com There is no romance for the MC in the story, like you may expect, even though there are a lot of good looking men and women. *mild spoiler* After chapter 3, The mc meets quite some friends, before grinding her level after chapter 15. I assure you, it will be really hardcore for her since she will have to fight alone while her friends are doing other things. *spoiler end* ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From now on, an update will happen every two week. I will also edit the old chapters on Monday. The people that want to read a proofread/edited version, will have to check it on Tuesday. ON HALT! Many thanks to Cool3303, Alverost, BloodTear, Vijaykakani and Nekolyn Emi for proof reading the chapters. If other want to take this story, go on. Do not have to credit the author. Author on a journey to death.
8 197Are you a Lucker? (Luck based LitRPG)
As the world comes to its end, as part of the promise, the whole Earth citizen has been transported to another planet. Common sense and logic don't apply on this planet. And there is new rule where everything is based on Class and System. and the most important factor of all? the hidden status LUCK. __________________________ It seems there is a little bit of misconception. Of course, I'll try to avoid Deus ex machina. What I mean by luck is the way the 'System' Work. And I made the character progression by rolling the dice :) might affect the story progression if I have a bad luck. Disclaimer. MC is a Japanese and high school student. MC is a jerk. MC is a smoker. MC has an anti-hero attitude. MC is a short-tempered bastard.
8 147Wildfire (a Stiles Stilinski fanfic)
"Oh well I'm Persephone-" Stiles interrupted me. "Like the goddess?" "Um yeah I guess," a say. He quietly muttered "Lord knows she looks like a goddess," but I still heard it which made me blush. "But everyone calls me Seph."
8 125oumasai/saiouma oneshots (wont continue)
whoopsy i use both ouma and omaACTUALLY IM USING NISHISHI SCREW YOU ALLlowercase fic anyways requests are always open!ill try to update this book as muc as possible since this is my favorite otp currently-also the cover is just a place holder ill draw some omasai later-also this is my first serious oneshot book? so sorry if theyre out of character or something escalates too fast-god im an artist not a writer why am i doing this
8 125The Heir and the General
Forced into an engagement with a man she doesn't love, Reyna must ignore her bond with her father's general in order to avoid a war and save her throne. ***** As the first female heir to one of the great Northern Kingdoms, Reyna panics when her claim to the throne is threatened by the discovery that her father's general is her soulbound partner. She forces herself to ignore their connection, determined to be more than a general's wife, only for her father to manipulate her into a political engagement with a man she could never love. So to forge her own path forward, keep her throne, and confront her feelings for the general who owns her heart, Reyna must find a way to refuse this arranged marriage without destroying her kingdom in the process.[[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]----------This story is now available on YONDER, your next-generation reading app from the Wattpad family. Join me on YONDER today! Find it now in your app store.----------Cover designed by Ren Tachibana
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