LosslessThe room was dark, smooth stone bricks created a semi circle shape. It was lit only by the crack under the cast iron door. Water leaked from holes between bricks. It made him sick. Looking at her in the din, his gorge rose. His fault, him, guilty.Lossless by liesofmisery
“Don’t worry, you’re going to be fine. Just fine, both of you. Like I said you would.” Her voice was light. Resigned and detached, like Doc said she was when he had spoken to her. Steel chains, slightly rusted and weighted down, looped around her wrists, torso, and ankles, chaffing and rubbing the flesh it rested on raw. The links around her wrists had smears of blood dotting them.
Cold seeped into his knees and feet as they pressed against damp stone to keep eye level with her. His pleading was for naught, she was perfectly consigned to her fate. The spit ball of fire was far from the fighter he knew her to be, and he didn’t think he could be one for her.
The Discordian Wasteland‘In the times before the wars, the world was vastly different. Animals, even humans, got along well. Starvation, disease, and radioactivity were vastly limited, the latter almost non existent save for a few selective places. But even those were from a time before their own. Plant life was bursting, and far from the deadly acres that exist today.The Discordian Wasteland by liesofmisery
The people of that time dedicated generations worth of work to advance technology and medicine. What would appear to be the start of the descent into chaos was the development of wartime technology, a practice abandoned for a large sum of time. The people of that time, in a place once called Cambodia, had started mass producing nuclear warheads with enough strength to wipe out countries.
The Discord Wars, as they came to be called, were violent, brilliantly petrifying, and the shortest war our records show in that of history.’
He set his pen, a crude instrument with a cracked plastic barrel and leaking end, down. Running a hand over
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Prologue: It Takes TwoBut I miss you I do Oh I so do I do! Ok Ill shut up now.Prologue: It Takes Two by Shadow-of-Sins
Kyle chuckled at what some people would describe as sickeningly cute. He couldnt deny that he had similar moments over the phone with his own boyfriend. He wasnt just happy for Ike, he was proud of him - even at his girliest of times, giggling over the phone with Georgie.
Hopelessly in love, he thought with a smile.
Ok, Ill see you tomorrow then. Bye.
Ike hung up, a dumbfounded gleam in his eyes and a blissful smile plastered on his face. He swayed dreamily towards the armchair Kyle had claimed and sat himself down onto the arm of the chair, leaning towards his brother and sighing in a haze.
What now? Kyle groaned jokily, closing his book and placing it on his lap.
Im going on a picnic up the mountains tomorrow, Ike cooed.
Oh la la, Kyle teased, pulling Ike into a headlock, Someone