《World tag#001》Chapter001
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- WAIT!
My hand, stretched toward the ceiling, appear in my field of vision while i scream against the voice. Sigh talk about a weird awakening, still for being a dream the absolute void of sensation was really strange.
- Better start moving or i will surely be late to work.
Still there's something bugging me, did I forgot something? The sudden fit of pain hit me like a stab in the head.
- AAAHHHH!!!
Rolling on the floor, screaming like mad and holding my head the pain, just like it appeared, suddenly dissolve.
- What the @#£$ was that? An aneurism? Just like uncle Tom? Jeez the doctors told us all that it can be genetic but if they told me the pain was going to be so intense maybe I would have listened...
There are still lights flashing in the back of my eyes and more than before the sense of incongruity attract my attention. And then i realise what my brain was trying to tell me. The room, all the room, where am I?
White carpet, white bed, no windows, soft light coming from the ceiling and nothing else, only a closed door on the right.
A continuation of the dream, I'm still asleep? No the pain was too real, I shudder only at the thought of it.
Did something happened and I'm in an hospital? Well that would explain the pain and why I don't remember coming here.
But why did my unholy scream did not alert anyone? Late shift? No no at least someone should come, better wait. I sit on the bed facing the door and start the waiting game.
The paranoia alarm start going full blow in my mind again, too strange, this whole situation is too strange. ok better start doing something while watching the door or i will go crazy.
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Carpet? check, sintetic one, pretty soft actually and strange colour but check normal for me.
Wall? check, white plaster and I believe, from my summer working repainting home, water based paint, normal.
Bed? check, white metal frame, soft pillow, white cotton sheets... wait... no tags, no tags anywhere.
Not on the pillow, not on the sheets even on the matress... OOOOKKKKK strangeness level up.
There's no way an hospital would use untagged merchandise, but still there's something else that's bugging me.
With fear starting to grow I recheck the room, this time almost inch by inch.
Nothing on the floor, and then it hit me, carpet? Carpet? What was I thinking when i considered it normal? No way that, in a room that need frequent cleaning, carpet is normal especially if the only tracks imprinted in it are mine. And it's too clean pratically new, and soft as it is really good at muffling sound.
Knocking lightly on the wall there is no hollow sound anywhere, just like if they where full concrete and no windows...
- What the..!
I crunch down as fast as possible trying to stay as still as possible... When I was staring at wall while walking around the room, a small window opened with a man behind staring at me.
- $%=! So there is really someone monitoring me here.
An experiment? A quarantine? Putting down for now the hypothesis my mind was start to feed me, I slowly stand up. If they are watching from the beginning there's no merit in hiding now.
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8 458The City of the Dragon Twisted
. 🐉 . The City of The Forever-Peace witnesses a pale young Buddhist Monk fighting his fearful thoughts of whether to cross the borders to Nepal and India against the death penalty. Why would that matter? In that September Autumn night of circa A.D.655, Emperor Táme’ Tie’-Zeon has been ruling an empire spanning 13,000 miles from the East to as far as the Baikal Sea in the Western Regions bordering the Middle East kingdom and the Rome Empire. Meanwhile, news has traveled that his Dharma-Son, Pan G. Monk faces an incredible Guillotine Execution that will chop off his waist in halves. The Empress Wǔl Zénder-Tan’ couldn't be careless. Why would that matter to the imperial family? Monks are just officials with equal vicarious duties and privileges. She would then spare her resourceful energy to maintain the fruitful relationship intertwining The Grand-Khan Jurchen-Warlords Clans in the North-East Desert in attempts to affirm her fate as the first and only female-Emperor, in the Medieval Ages of the Great City of the Dragon. Whereas The Abbot Master Xend'-Zeon of the Jade-Lotus Temple faces factions of religious politics. Particularly in the present, the Empress needed to manipulate the Master’s reputation to desperately seek life and/or the after-life merits. She decreed to be addressed as The Old Buddha Grand Father. The Master has had ideals of service to sentient beings since he was young. He could have traveled the Silk Road to the Far West entrance-point bypassing the five beacons as shortcuts save that he lacks the pertinent travel documents. Instead, he chose to cross the 800-mile овь-Gobi Desert that is as vast as the Baikal Sea, on foot. A route that is impossible in the history of the Buddha dharma. His heart never withers to support the mage of the red lotus that promises the Enlightenment of the Buddha-Land. Except that no one has ever endured the latitude of the heat. The pain. Alive, out of the desert sea. But he is also vulnerable to recognize the un-staticity of The Truth, The Truth itself, and the truth of seeking passion and mission for compassion in humankind. The mind and body reciting The Sūtra and The Heart, A phenomenon they knew better as if souls in chemical layers of their physique. Realizing enhanced mind training attaining controlling powers of life and death. Realizing the transformation of the unbearable pains and grievances he thought possible. . 2 . 🐉 . Meanwhile, dreams have been watching him to open The Third Eye, at The City's Amethyst-Jade Palace of the Second Emperor, Third Emperor, and Fourth Empress. Old Monks at The Nālandā Temple at the Far West Buddha Land; Householders Masters and Kings of the Jeek’-Foot Mountains of The City of the Naga-Dragon Twisted; in the Far West of The City of the Ever-Peace witness adventures of The Master. Lives at brinks of suicidal choices slaughtering ordeals. Who have inadvertently neglected the Master's karmic inflictions that would paradoxically affirm in a point of Near-Death Experiences; The Two-Profound-Reflective presented upon attaining The Deep-Active-Meditatitive Flow of Equanimity Samādhi. Eventually, The Seer Consciousness sees the Active Heart that is replete with The Latent Unconditional Love, Compassion And Empathy; that had been so close to us that we could not see it; as if one cannot see her own face. . 3 . 🐉 . Meanwhile also, the Imperial Criminal Affairs Clerk Ewen Hawk-Jean suffers too much seeking possession of desires and relief from a certain situation. Pan G., the Assistant Dharma-Translator to the Abbott Master Xend'-zeon has voluntarily or otherwise fallen into the supposed conspiracy or plain indifference. The imperial family's agenda of the Imperial Family of The Fang’-Chucks of course longs for a waist cut in halves not simply as souvenirs. Awaiting the Abbot Master is to come out from the disturbance. Incredibly transformative factors of the Mind-Transcendence-Samadhi are profoundly desired to spare the Monk Pan G. from the Post-Autumn Guillotine Execution that will chop off his waist in halves...... …But why would it matter to You?
8 75Silent Love (YoonSeok FanFic) COMPLETED
"What are you staring at?"He blinked. I looked away and blushed. He silently giggled. "What's so funny, huh?!?" He extended his index and middle finger and brushed his nose, smiling. "You're funny."I rolled my eyes and smirked, "Yeah, yeah, whatever."
8 147Intervention
Cal, a university chemistry professor, is killed while on campus after hours, but because of his lingering feelings of regret and hatred from having been killed, he gets reincarnated as a baby in a parallel world called Arun by two gods looking to solve their own problems from their own worlds. Arun is a world that is fueled by magic, instead of science like Earth. He must now find a way back to his world to find his killer, claim vengeance, and save a life.
8 103Monster Apocalypse
When the news started reporting strange changes of mankind, though the information was obviously controlled, it was enough to create commotion around the world. At first, it was only the subtle change of hair color, though it was strange, everyone accepted such a small change, some embraced it, some dyed their hair into normal colors. Afterwards, videos of people doing impossible feats surfaced onto the media, men lifting cars, women crushing walls, children jumping up to the second story of buildings easily. Then, humans started growing beast like appendages and features, horns and tails sprouted, though abnormally small, it was growing, regardless of the age or gender of the affected human. Despite the countless funds supplied into researching why, or how, did these features come to be, it proved to be fruitless. As those features grew, it became more defined, wings capable of carrying humans into the skies appeared, tails controlled by humans emotions sprouted to a certain length, and stopped growing. And on the last day, known as the beginning of the Monster Apocalypse, mankind grew wild.
8 128Jack Dawson's Sister
This is a story about Titanic but instead of Rose telling the story,it is Jack Dawson's little Sister. I do not own Titanic. I love the story of Titanic,not the sinking or the death. I admire the love. No hate. I do not own anything,just my character. Enjoy! 😁 I do not own the photography or the videos in here.
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