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Everything finally fell together, like so many paths joining as one with a wild calm, opposites describing the same thing, simplistic in its beauty.

Life made sense.

She was home, and she didn’t want to be anywhere else.

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Isabela shook her head and smiled, a tiny smile as delicate as a butterfly’s wings spreading out to take flight against a midnight sky.

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Who the hell was this woman? What had she seen? And why was she sleeping in my house, dreaming of a nuclear war that had never taken place and telling VIVID stories about such a war? For some reason, I had felt like I had opened Pandora’s Box.

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‘Field division doesn’t supply cookies. We supply cookies. Join us, we have cookies. Field division seems to be the anti-cookie. No wait, that’s a lie, combat division is the anti-cookie, field is more like the Judas of the cookies. Willing to betray the sanctity of cookies for something else.’

‘Like pie?’

The girl shook her head. ‘Pie is also good. But you’re on the cookie side of the room.’ She indicated to the other row of desks. ‘That’s the pie side, do you need to swap?’

‘No, no, cookie good. Cookie very good.’

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Incoming tactical nuclear strike, get under the desk now!

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Isabela arranged her face in such a way that gave away nothing of the war that was raging inside her. Even without the words spoken aloud, she knew the answers to all of her questions, but she didn’t want these people to confirm them.

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She didn’t reply. She kept her focus on the road and her mind was elsewhere. I still couldn’t shake the look that was in her eyes only moments before, when she had shot and killed two men without hesitation. I could tell by that look that she was no stranger to violence, nor was this her first blood. She had shed blood before and that was apparent by the ease with which she had squeezed the trigger. The expressionless look on her face after the two men had fallen in their tracks told a lifetime’s worth of stories through her eyes.

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Tessa sat up. She was out of breath. She turned her head to Mark’s side of the bed and grasped at the sheets that should have been warm from the heat of his body. Instead, they were cold and vacant. She bit her lip and blinked back tears as her heart slowly returned to its steady rhythm and the pieces of her memory started to fall back into place.

It had only been a dream.

It had been so real, but it had been only a dream.

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Adonai Twiceborn killed her first mother before she ever drew a breath.

And now she comes to kill you.

Do you hear her? The clashing of swords are her footsteps. The cries of the dying are her battle-horns. She who is the Way made Flesh; upon her capricious star is pinned the hopes of a people entire.

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[FONT=Bitstream Vera Sans, sans-serif]Being of the lower middle-class, Alex often felt as though she were merely a piece of discarded bubble gum on the worn out shoe of society.[/FONT]

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I remember looking out the window at all the people, meandering aimlessly about their daily business with a sense of pride and routine. I watched kids being rowdy with each other and I watched adults bark at their kids to get them to settle down. I watched young and old, wild and free and lost and hopeless, all smattered together at the local watering hole-—for no other purpose than to gather a few items to get them a little further into the future. It was then that I had realized that we are all time travelers, wandering about this dying planet trying to infuse some sort of life into it, but having that life choked out of us as we grow older.

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On the other side of town, children held fast to their parents' legs when they first set eyes on the Lost Playground of Misery.
This was a strange, frightening place for a child - a glowering wooden serpent circled the roundabout, it's eyes wide and hypnotic; statues of crying boys and girls sat on the park benches, the red paint flecked and weather-worn; a vampire-like figure stood by the broken-down swings, it's grey face marred by a lusty smile.

Cobwebs, some still the homes of their creators, hung like delicate jewellery on the bodies of the macabre animals which stood sentinel over the cursed playground, wooden tigers, black bears, and silvery wolves. The centrepiece was large rocking horse, a figure from a Fuselian nightmare, all bloodstained hooves and terrified, terrifying eyes.

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As the lady pulled into a smaller house, Eve stepped on the gas pedal and rolled right up behind her. I saw her face as she emerged from her car, watching it crinkle with confusion and wonder. Before I could say or do anything, Eve was out of the car and had the gun to her face. I watched as her expression turned from confusion to horror and I shook my head in disgust. We were definitely ruining her day—that was for damn sure.

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I picked myself off the floor that day. Anger, rage, hopelessness, fear, regret—they all tag teamed me at once and laughed in my stupid face. The devil himself was standing at the gates of my mind, wooing me with his sorceress lies, tempting me with that maddening fruit. It was when my friend came out from the bathroom, bloodshot eyes looking at me head to toe, and told me that I had been out of control. That I had entered a swinging contest, and had had unprotected sex with a half dozen girls before passing out in the bedroom before someone dragged me out into the living room and laid me beside the garbage can. It was that moment that I realized, if I hadn’t already caught the crotch rot, infused myself with an AIDS ridden needle, or magnified some imaginary tumor in my head and taken ten years off my life or more, that I would walk away from this life and consider myself lucky to be unscathed. No, drugs were not an option for me. Not anymore.

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He was close, so close that Tessa could smell the freshness of his soap and the soft, woody scent of his cologne rising from his skin. He looked into her eyes, and something flickered between them. It happened so fast that Tessa couldn’t be sure what it was, but it had happened. As she held her new born baby against her chest – the baby that was the result of a passionate love, promises of forever, and stolen hearts - it had happened. A heat, a flash of white light, a slightly altered heartbeat, a shiver down her spine.

It had happened.

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