A boy name sam tell his story

The Wayward Messiah

PROLOGUE

        Father Ignacio was the keeper and master of his parish, and he controlled his flock with fear of fire and damnation. Fear was a tasty emotion to the old priest, one that could feed him forever. He was not what he seemed, but true monsters seldom were.

The orphanage that fell under his dominion was no exception to his influence; the fear of the orphans was palpable and fed his dark soul. Father Ignacio was a creature of darkness hiding within under a cloak of righteousness, a vampire as dark and ancient as any in the world.

Alone 5: The Room
By
Grover
11/9/2011

    I walked in that smooth boneless gait of the aliens without even thinking about it any more. Just as automatic was my expressionless face as I pretended to busy. It appeared that the gold standard in slacking off still worked with humanity under different management or not. As long as you acted and looked as if you were busy, no one bothered you.

Alan sat at the back of the room pencil in hand lost in the world of his own creation. School as for so many seemed to be just one more day of insanity. Institutionalized babysitting turning everyone into good corporate drones a place filled with life sucking destroyers of dreams. Be normal or else. His pencil snapped under the pressure of his anger.

Looking around Alan wiped a tear from his face. Could the day get any worse?

“You look like crap.”

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happenstance. The majority of the names are the Americanized version of the old Norse names.

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Preface

Asgard

The Aesir, Asynjur, and Vanir were gathered in Gladsheim to discuss

possible strategies to avoid Ragnorak, the end of the world. The court was

called to order by the pounding of the enchanted hammer known as Mjolnir.

This was followed by a call to order.

“Are all here and accounted for?” asked Odin as per tradition but not

of practicality as he already was in knowledge that Loki was not to be found

among the contingent today.

John Andrews passed through life as invisible as possible. His early memories were difficult living with unhappy parents who frequently took out their unhappiness on him. Emotionally scarred instead of lashing out, John retreated into himself. Blend in, don’t make a fuss, make sure not to stand out be invisible. Unfortunately, the necessities of survival disconnected him from the rest of the world as well. 

  St. Patrick and the

Novice of Dún Garbháin

I am the sunlight that ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumns’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.

Do Not Stand Over My Grave And Weep
by Mary Elizabeth Frye, 1932

Thaumaturgy by Tesseract Universe
Tales of Science and Sorcery

This universe's comonality is that thaumaturgy (miracle working and magick) interacts with a tessaract (a means of crossing space and time) and other technological means. Sometimes 'Thaumaturgy by Tesseract' means miracle working accomplished through the use of crossing space and time and technology. At other times it is miracle working being accomplished along side of technological feats. Since space and time crossing is integral to some of the stories in this universe, Arthur C Clark's observation that sufficiently advanced science is indistinguishable from magic is very applicable as well. Welcome to my universe where science and sorcery co-exist and this is revealed to the people in the story through a new interaction which had been previously kept secret from them.

Synopsis:A pre-op Transgirl gets her wish thanks to April Fool's Day and a Genie.

On April Fool's Day, there were two friends sitting down to eat in a local cafe. When Dinner was ordered, they began to talk.

"Well Tommy, what about you? You still getting the operation?"

"In time. right now, I still have breasts."

"Good for you my friend, I still need to shave, the estrogen has just started to work."

"Who is the surgeon?"

"Doctor Murphy in Copenhagen."

"Yep, same here glad that I found him for us."

"Thanks, you are such a good friend to me."

Standard Disclaimer: None of these characters or situations are meant to be any specific person alive or dead. I the author reserves all rights.

This is another installment of Alone and won't make much sense without reading the preceding chapters. I've been told it's rather rambling and that is on purpose. This is a survivor's story and I hope the disjointed style will help convey the hopelessness of the situation. Yes, this was inspired by "I am Legend" and other similar stories.

Grover

Todd’s Prayer

Standard Disclaimer:All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

This is a continuation of my story Alone and won't make much sense without reading the other two chapters.

This one is intense. Reader discretion is advised.

Some Days Are Better Than Others

Rewritten - 26/12/11

by Tychonaut Jemima

The downside to super-hearing is you can't ignore the phone when it rings, no matter how deeply asleep you were. I blearily reached out for the phone resting in its cradle beside the bed, kicking my legs to untangle the sheets from around me. The glowing numbers on my alarm clock tell me it's 8.00am. And a Wednesday.

Well, here I am, with my beloved Frankie watching as the sun goes down behind the hills, and this would not be possible without a Love that overcame the horrors of war.

I stole a girl’s dress. It was the worst thing I’d ever done—and the best!

Cross-Country, by Karin Bishop

Part 5

Chapter 11: Rose’s Beauty Parlor

I stole a girl’s dress. It was the worst thing I’d ever done—and the best!

Cross-Country, by Karin Bishop

Part 4

Chapter 9: Dinner With Jane