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What does it see
Beyond the patterns
Of the universe?

Does it perceive
Those who gaze
Back at it?

Or is it blind
To all that lays
Before it?

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November 23, 2025 at 4:24 AM
Trevor simply groaned as he rested his head on the counter. Today just wasn't his day.
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November 20, 2025 at 4:43 AM
All eyes turned to the window the gun faced, a noticeable hole blasted into it. He stared at it in shock as the barkeep sighed beside him. "Your going to have to pay for that, sir."
November 20, 2025 at 4:43 AM
"This time, I THROW HIM BEHIND BARS MYSELF!" He thundered as he slammed the cup down again. *BANG* *SHATTER* The sound pierced through the entire pub. Trevor froze before turning his gaze to the gun upon the counter. Smoke floated up from the end of the blunderbuss.
November 20, 2025 at 4:43 AM
He remembered the last time Thorn had graced the port with his presence. Shops ablaze. Homes looted. People screaming in the streets. Chaos consumed the city for the few hours he was there. Then he just left! Waltzed out with his crew like he owned the place! But this time, it would be different.
November 20, 2025 at 4:43 AM
He gripped the glass a little harder. "And to top it all off," he growled. "I've just received word that Captain "Blood" Thorn as been sighted a few days from here in Baroka. No doubt that accursed pirate is on his way here for another visit."
November 20, 2025 at 4:43 AM
"Then, we had some hooligans causing chaos in the market. Overturning stands, brawling in the streets, accosting the guards. The works. It took 9 of us just to round them up to the jail. We all took a beating though."
November 20, 2025 at 4:43 AM
Trevor breathed through his nose as he took the glass. "Some pirates tried to rob the port this morning. Didn't get far, of course. We made sure of that. Though it took 2 hours for them to finally give up and turn tail." He took a sip.
November 20, 2025 at 4:43 AM
He downed in all in one gulp. There was a soft thud as he slammed it onto the table, jittering the gun a little. A sigh escaped.

The barkeep raised an eyebrow at him. "Rough morning?"
Trevor rubbed his brow. "You've no idea."
The keep took his glass and refilled it. "Try me."
November 20, 2025 at 4:43 AM
The barkeep walked over to him, throwing his towel onto his shoulder. "What'll it be son?"
He looked up at him. "Scotch, if you could."
He nodded and placed a glass on the counter. Trevor watched the amber liquid fill the cup. The glass was pushed over to him and his he easily caught it.
November 20, 2025 at 4:43 AM
Captain Trevor counted his blessings there was at least one stool available at the end of the bar. He sighed as he plopped down, setting his blunderbuss on the counter top. He was exhausted.
November 20, 2025 at 4:43 AM
Watching them fly up as we dove in. You laughed so much as we played in them. And I was happy that you were happy.

We had such fun together. So, why? Why did you leave me behind, Cynthia?

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November 19, 2025 at 5:32 AM
Do you remember? Green turning to red and orange. The air growing chilly as the nights grew longer. The leaves were so crunchy below our feet. Dad did his best to herd them all into one pile. But we kept getting in the way. It was just so much fun jumping into them.
November 19, 2025 at 5:32 AM
You were so happy to be out there. You kept trying to give me a bite of yours. I tried by best, but I could never eat it. But you didn't care. Sharing was all you cared about.
November 19, 2025 at 5:32 AM
Do you remember? Sunbeams on the green grass. Summer winds blowing through the trees. There were so many butterflies flying around. Your parents had prepared a full picnic for us to have. Sandwiches under the midday sun.
November 19, 2025 at 5:32 AM
Every bolt scared you so much. And I did my best to comfort you. To let you know everything would be ok. That the storm couldn't hurt you.
November 19, 2025 at 5:32 AM
Do you remember? Spring showers against the window panes. Thunder shaking the house to its foundations. Lightning breaking the sky and lighting the room. The covers pulled over out heads. Protecting us from the danger outside.
November 19, 2025 at 5:32 AM
I had a ribbon on, remember? The green one. We lost it after a few months. You were so excited to see me. You almost hugged my stuffing out. Then you gave me my name. Roger. That was when my life began.
November 19, 2025 at 5:32 AM
And staring out from that darkness was a pair of bright, glowing eyes. And they were staring right. At. HER.

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November 16, 2025 at 5:40 AM
She froze. Did she imagine that?

Wet, raspy breathing sounded somewhere behind her.

She whirled around, shining the flashlight to the source of the noise. The trunk. The lid was ajar, held open by a pair of pale, clawed hands. They disappeared into the darkness of the trunk.
November 16, 2025 at 5:40 AM
The wardrobe stood proudly in the beam of light. Rushing forward, she wrenched the door open with a loud *CREAK*. Musty old clothes filled the interior. And there at the end of the line was the uniform! Finally! Now she could -

*CREEEEAAAK*
November 16, 2025 at 5:40 AM
It almost looked like something tried to get out.

Joanne let out a small growl. Darn thing almost made her break her neck. She couldn't help but give it a small kick out of frustration. Turning around, she looked around the attic again. She had to find that stupid - there!
November 16, 2025 at 5:40 AM