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The story of Quicksand, the snake-charmer

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Oilville, outskirts

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Sometimes...

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He brought his hand up and stared in disbelief. There was blood on his palm. The blood was his. It was warm. It was dark.

"Baby?" he said, his voice weak and ladden with doubt.

"I'm here," the voice behind him said. The voice was cold. The voice was calm.

"Baby? What... have you done?" he said and fell to his knees. He felt no pain. He was in shock. 

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Not like this...


When he was a kid, he dreamed of apocalypse.

No laws but the law of the strongest. Total, frightening freedom. And it could be romantic too. Blasting over windswept roads with a good, unconcerned soul by his side, a pack of hungry, rabid dogs barking and chasing his car and an old record of Lana Del Rey weeping from the stereo. In this dream, everywhere he looked there would be nothing. And there would be nowhere to go. There is no better or worse place hiding over the hill. That is the true apocalypse, a huge steamroller flattening everything down. 

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Battles without honor and humility

(had this story swimming in my mind for days so I found some time to put it out in raw form, I am sorry if it's still confusing to read but it's meant to provide an atmosphere  of my favorite "dungeon" in FE more than anything else) the son

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Angel

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*based on a true story actually

Everything is not always violent and bleak and full of despair here in the wasteland, but it seems to me that when the good news finally come every once in a while - they do so with a tinge of blood anyway. 

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Made it! (pt 3)

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I open my eyes. It was all a dream. The sandstorm, hell and the baby.

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Caustic (part 2)

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It's gonna take more than that to stop me.
This shit won't even slow me down. Burning eyebrows and stomach turning 'round. Please... I'm a clone. Even if I am not built to endure such horrific torment, I am expected to, and that's what keeps me going.

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Nature (pt1)


I find myself again, for the hundredth time. And for the hundredth time, I am amazed.

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The Ballad

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( 99,99% of this is taken from the song by Nick Cave. I just felt it is a great Canyon story (and part of "grim tales") and I am sharing it here with some minor adjustments. Feel the drama building up and exploding towards the end. Also, semi-NSFW image bellow. )


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the king of apocalypse

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His name was Mali. It's more like a nickname. He was a nobody, but one morning when the electricity, phones and television disappeared... his time came.

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The passing of Shiva (part 2/2)

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"We
've come too far to give up who we are."

( The read makes less sense without reading part 1 )

The fat black man is snoring on the floor. Hours drag by. We are all wide awake in the pitch black room, pretending to be asleep so we don't wake each other up.

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The passing of Shiva (part 1/2)

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"We've come too far to give up who we are." 

( Unpleasant read ahead )

"If you didn't have the Shiva before entering this bus, you have it now, that's for sure." - some asshole in the back jokes, chuckling like it's the funniest thing in the world. Asshole.

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Her story

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Perfectly sculpted thighs and small breasts. And that upright posture of hers told everybody that she knew people are always watching, even behind her back.

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Verseless poetry

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  Somebody wrote "poetry" on a piece of toilet paper and pinned it to New Flagstaff bulletin board. 

Night is wearing her chastity belt
The pressure build-up can be felt
Heartbeat of the city, throbbing octaves like an uppercut
So what?

So what?

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The Prophet (2/3)

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 Airspace over Grand Canyon, one day ago  

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The Prophet (1/3)

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Thomas

 Unknown location, far away from the Grand Canyon, two weeks ago 

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Grim love tales 1: "Heart & Asphalt"


from a diary of an unknown clone:

I was driving towards the town
90 miles an hour
I wasn't drunk or high
Clean as a rose, with the sunshine in my eyes
I was driving towards the town
90 miles an hour

I saw you hitchhiking and I brought the car to a halt
You entered my car and you fastened your seat belt

And the radio was booming with an old love song
My arm rested on your shoulder
There, on that hot asphalt my heart will remain forever

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Pre-Fall tale 3/3: the mother

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Pre-Fall tale 3/3 - the mother
 
(Continued)
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Pre-Fall tale 2/3 - the nurse

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Shiva virus spread overnight killing millions and trigering a strange, insecure war. Then the bombs started to rain down from the sky. You couldn't actually see them explode and talk about it.

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Pre-Fall tale 1/3 - the hitman

 
My name is Martina. I kill dying people.
 
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You know my name - part 3/3

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Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you
The odds will betray you
And I will replace you

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You know my name (2/3)

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If you take a life do you know what you'll give?
Odds are you won't like what it is.<--break->

 

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You know my name - part 1/3

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When the storm arrives, would you be seen with me
By the merciless eyes I've deceived

Sunshine Corners, 6 months ago, stormy night

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