I’m looking for advice you see,
I have a crush on Ms. Anonymous
But I’ve been throwing lots of dice to see,
If she’s better than Ms. Recognised
Yet, I need to think thrice you see,
There’s another one, Ms. Solitude
She’s also really nice to see
Though cutting in on Ms. Engaged
What should I do? You tell me
They’ve all been at war
And the fact of it all
Is I won’t be
The hole at the end of
*My first attempt at a poem and I’ve received some help from an awesome Panda*
The assassination will take place during the Grand Council assembly.
The Grandmaster’s eyes were piercing Sora, their milky hue more disturbing than the young Shugenja would admit. Why was he looking at her? He couldn’t possibly think…
Haru, you will be the leader. May your body be one with Wind.
A purple drop escaped the gold-tipped fingernail. The Empress stared, fascinated as it evaporated before reaching the ground.
Poison, a marvelous thing. It brought a certain elegance to what was altogether a brutish deed.
“You did well, Ti” said the Empress, her green lips curving into a dangerous smile. Ti knew it was time to leave, but the curiosity became too strong to resist.
“If I may Empress… Why poison? It is not in our clan’s tradition… ”
“Oh, my dear Ti. Have you forgotten who I am?” Read more…
“Are you sure you wanna do this?” said the computer. It was the twentieth time Ali asked and each time he phrased it differently. Something told Nina he was actually enjoying it. He sounded way too cheerful for an AI locked up in the Pure Alliance Compliance Centre, the infamous PACC. The occupants preferred to call it Pisspot Asylum Crushing Citizenry. That was the mild version.
“Are you sure it is the right course of action?” or he was testing her anger treshold.
“Shut up Ali.” she said, gritting her teeth and typing furiously.
“You are playing with the Universe, Nina.” Ali wouldn’t give up.
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” of course she was playing with the Universe. That was the only way to get out of this shithole.
First of all:
Why do I need to succeed?
This question suddenly popped into my mind while I received some heavy blows from reality. I have just begun my first semester at the University of Sydney and although I already had 2 and half years of uni experience from overseas, things weren’t going so well for me. I had issues with the University’s administration, who lost my transcript and blamed it on me (I sent it to their address upon their request). Therefore, they couldn’t transfer my credits from my previous uni. Then I was “randomly selected” to provide documentation to prove I am a legitimate student. They requested original documents (digital copies were denied) or else they would suppress my semester (my marks won’t show on the transcript). Specifically they requested a document, which they have lost. I had to spend 55$ in order to get a new transcript to come ASAP.
Sitting on the edge of Platform 11, Sky tried her best to forget about the nightmare that was about to come to life on the very airship she called her home. She felt the pull of air as her legs danced freely outside the massive metal frame. A friendly technician called out her name, warning her about the dangers of relaxing so close to an open gate. Others would stop by to cheerfully say hello to their favorite pilot, then scurry back to their jobs.
‘As if they didn’t know.’ she thought bitterly. Read more…