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 The mercenary woman shifted her weight from foot to foot as she waited for the priestess to finish her analysis of the child. Houses of the Gods always made her nervous, all the rich furnishings and people muttering, it was enough to drive a veteran of a battle or two crazy. The woman had always found that if you really wanted the protection of the Gods a quick prayer on a patch of ground worked as well as any devotion in a temple. Her musings on the subject were cut short though as the priestess returned from the small room where she'd led the girl. “Forgive me.” the younger woman said bowing slightly to the mercenary. “

 The sun dipped low on the horizon tingeing the sky gold and pink. Aris sat on a bench in a roof top garden, and watched half fascinated by the colors as they slowly changed to darker shades of orange and purple. Her knees were drawn up tight to her chest allowing her to rest her head on them. A light breeze that came off the river that ran through the city played with her thick strawberry blonde hair which looked almost pink in the evening light. A few loose strands from her braid gently brushed against her face, and she slowly reached up and pushed them away, as tears began collecting in her blue eyes. It had been almost a year since her

 I causally slide into the booth and idly gesture with my hand to send the girl who had been waiting for me to sit away back to her duties. I know I won’t be here long enough to need a drink. I push back my hood then focus my attention on the man in front of me. He’s the kind of man that you’d never look twice at, a real Average Joe, and a perfect fit for the kind of work I employ him for. “So, what have you got for me?” I ask getting straight to the point. No sense in small talk as I know nothing about him, and he’s never volunteered the information, another plus in his favor. He takes a swig of his beer t

Monday nine am. Homicide sitting on desk what way to start week... Scene of crime two dead Search of house reveals little must see forensics... Go to forensics Research in progress, come later pound head into wall...

What is a metaphor for the soul, That gives us wings to fly, That makes us feel whole. That lets us burn like fire to coal, That lets us live, love, and die. What is a metaphor for the soul? To fill us like the empty bowl, So that we feel time didn't pass us by. That makes us feel whole. To be loved as a whole, To give us the sky, What is a metaphor for the soul? So as we sit on grassy knoll, And wonder why... That makes us feel whole. And to go to our rest as the bells toll, And as our thoughts do fly, What is a metaphor for the soul, That makes us feel whole?

Lets put a cat in a box Why do that? To point out a paradox. Reality isn't faux Said Einstein to the cat. Lets put a cat in a box. Will it have locks? Will the states be mixed on my hat? To point out a paradox. What about waves in the box? What's the geiger counter at! Lets put a cat in a box. So while we have these talks, Did the feline get a pat? To point out a paradox. Will we get a shock? How's the cat, stat! Lets put a cat in a box, To point out a paradox!

While going out the door, Into the world I know, To be ever searching for more. To fill the void at my core To face any foe While going out the door. To any distant shore, To let my soul grow, To be ever searching for more. To learn ancient lore, To be guided by the flow, While going out the door. To let my wings soar, To reap what I sow, To be ever searching for more. To give one mighty roar, To prove what I know, While going out the door, To be ever searching for more.

Everything I Am York and Delta “For all those times you stood by me For all the truth that you made me see...” The sound of heavy breathing broke the silence of the wooded area outside of the base. A figure tripped over a slightly protruding log and was sent spiraling into the loam. It muttered a curse and then stood back up looking around to see if anyone had heard. “The area is secure.” said a glowing green construct appearing in mid air. “Thank you, D.” muttered the man brushing a leaf from his shoulder. “May I ask a question?” Asked Delta otherwise known as “D”. “Go ahead.&