《The boy down the river》Chapter 7
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(Marco's POV)
"Eh? Reed?!" I pushed him off me. He pouted and slid into the river, "Hey! Get back here river-boy~" I sang playfully, again he didn't come up from the water, and no bubbles.... It was like he wasn't there at all.... Sort of inhuman, in some ways.
"River-boy~ Come out~ Maybe your hiding down there, but if your not coming out I'm going in~" I said, as I slowly took off my shirt to prepare to dive into the river. Both of my legs slipped in, followed by the rest of my body.
I opened my eyes.
(Nobody's POV)
Reed sat down in the river.... He was a bit flustered by his lovers reaction. Marco was behind him. His eyes wide. His lover looked different.... He was some kind of siren/merman, in his current form, patches of scales glistened in places.
Marco was horrified, why didn't Reed tell him? Did Reed not trust him? He was confused and felt betrayed in some way.... A few seconds later he unfroze and swam up to the surface.
After stumbling out of the water he tried to hide behind some tall reeds. Why did he think that Reed trusted him, all this time? He failed to hide his chocolate-brown, fluffy hair. He started too cry. Why didn't Reed just tell him before, did he do something to seem untrustworthy? He was so confused. There were signs Reed wasn't human before, why didn't he notice them?!
(Reed's POV)
After I had recovered from my fluster and transform into a human again, I swam up to the river-bank, I wanted too see Marco again, hear his sweet voice say 'Hey river-boy~' to me once again. I reached the surface and heard a soft sob from the reeds, I noticed the fluffy, brown hair peeking out of the reeds and realised who it was.
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"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked nervously, while crawling up to him. "G-go away! Monster! W-why didn't you t-tell me?!" He sobbed, trying to get away from me as quickly as possible. "Monster?! What do you mean?! What did I not tell you?!" I yelled, angry that the person I trusted called me a 'Monster'! Tears streaming down his face, he tried to crawl away, scared but also hurt at the same time.
Why did I yell at him? I shouldn't have done that.... He doesn't trust me anymore..... "Come back! What did I do?" I don't understand.... Did I do something wrong?
(Marco's POV)
As I got away I remembered the girl and curious, I ran to see what she wanted.
"Hello.... I have a request.... There are certain rumors that sirens live here, I hunt them. I want you to help me catch one at least.... I could get you out of that orphanage. If you deny my offer I will hunt it on my own. I can find one by myself, I just want to have some company, I felt you would be willing to help." I felt nervous. Would I accept....?
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8 257The First Corridor of Old Works
But what is it, really? Old Works. They say, some do anyway, or would, if they still had tongues - it's a dream. That it's a million year old mystery connecting three planets. Some, yet other, anonymous entities, charge that it's a structure, more accurately, an architecture - a quest, even, made from, and through - corridors. Pretty inarguably, for one thing, it's a maze. Even some pronounce, if you can understand those currently vomiting blood, that it's a corporation, and yet others - the brave ones – and dead - say it's... near death. Or that it is. Death. - Death itself. But that dark thing on the horizon, that thing emerging to replace the only system we... know. - Whatever it is it couldn't be the end, of everything, could it? Eminently possible, but - it couldn't be worse? 3 civilisations/3 planets... and Old Works. 4 heroes: The Cyclops seeing out his Eye the reality of that place - and by means of that vision - greasing the many-toothed gears of that great old churning nightmare. The Writer sweating to keep the story alive that supports the great old lying structure. The Fake King who abides among all those tunnels of dreams and lies and dreams and... slaves. And the Hero Dreamt, all those slaves - to maintain that structure's even functioning, have to - at all... they dream him. They literally dream him. But that thing, from whence, who knows, arriving? What kind of sick demonic mind could even - But it can only be psychosis - Or possession. Reducing all of reality to some kind of – what would you call it? A Game? A video... joke? And that half-Cyclops, that beauty – what does she have growing – beneath her supernatural genitals? A game for him? A game/a dream; a – world? Or just Old Works. And this Wound in reality – that our writer near-died putting inside her. What is it anyway? And what reality does it bring with it. This demon or God. Through the corridors; lattices of smoke and shadows and colours; dungeons; and supernatural organs; the labyrinths made from dreams... and flesh. - What happens when they face that Wound – staring the absolute. right. in. them? - Through - What happens to all us... slaves... then? But at the end of the hallway, you see it there, I say you do, that turning - It's only the First Corridor of Old Works. This finished 104,000 word kind of LITRPGy fantasy novel, the First Corridor of Old Works will be released in daily 2000 word chapters, or equivalent [unfailingly at 20:47 GMT] Immediately followed by the Second Corridor of Old Works [161,000 words, edited, ongoing, as of 24/09/21] At first lite on stats these LITRPGy elements will become increasingly - built meticulously upon what precedes - ubiquitous, as we proceed into a world painstakingly built to support these mechanisms. After - minimum - 6 months, this manic daily release schedule will be somewhat relaxed: 5 days a week. - But don't lie to yourself it's not there. That thing watching at the end of the hallway... and where it leads. It's - Of countless, it could only be - The First Corridor of Old Works.
8 192The Journey of a Lazy Magician
As the state of the world grew dangerous everyday as the Demon Lord whom have the capability to destroy the world, will be un-sealed soon and the attacks of the demon forces' became more frequent, what better time it would be to be held as one of the richest person in the world. Only a sane person with the right mind would do that. Having to acquire something before an inevitable and hopeless end is the best option rather than trying to find the solution for the end of the world. I mean, the device used to re-seal the Demon Lord is gone. It could be under the ocean for all we know so why waste you're energy on stupid things like that? Of course, why would I waste my energy to do my incredibly hard goal when I can have my fellow party members to do it. Saving their "lives" from lesser goblins using a stick as a weapon usually does the trick to get someone on board so I think I'm pretty much set. *The cover photo is mine :3* AN: And thus, a schedule has been formed! I would be posting new chapter ever 2-3 days and if i haven't posted in this time, then something happened to me personally that makes me unable to post chapters in the scheduled time. The reason will mostly be school or i just have a lot of things scheduled in a certain day, etc. Sorry if it did happen as i am a very busy senior high student and could only write in his free time. Anyway, that is all and have a good day/night, the person who is reading this!
8 75Righteous Fox Immortal (Postponed until further notice)
After a stroke of bad luck, Haiyang reincarnates into the body of a fox. After reincarnating Haiyang's luck takes a turn for the best and finds out he is in a world of qi, demon beast, and cultivators he meets an unnamed immortal who changes his fate. Then After seeing the world for what it truly was, sets off on a journey to change this world or die trying. *********************** I've given up on this one until I get my act together and rewrite this thing.
8 218declutter
rants & excerpts of stories i may never write along w/ some aesthetics
8 225Drama Club [Rannett]
[ "Why don't you introduce yourself?" Eula suggested, gesturing for him to come to the front of the class. He timidly walked up to the front of the class, picking up the piece of chalk in a cup next to the board. He wrote down his name. "My name... is Razor. I'm turning seventeen soon. And uh... I just transferred here.""He's shy. Very shy." Bennett whispered to Fischl as she nodded in agreement. "True.""But... he seems interesting, nonetheless." ]Modern AU. Pairing: Bennett/Razor.Cover art is not mine, credits to @_nnaao4 on twt
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