“Today, we burned the entire population of a small town to destroy something truly beautiful? Did we have any right to do so? If the Almighty created this creation and allowed it to exist for so long, how can we consider it ungodly?Cigarettes became a bad habit that I did not want to get rid of. On the contrary, each time a gloomy satisfaction and a secret desire rose up inside, so that one day, accumulated in the lungs, the soot would rise to the very throat in a black wave and end its existence the way it deserves - in that very stench of burning human flesh. After the destruction of the City, he felt the growing filth inside him, and tried not to take breaks between departures somewhere on missions. Even the wildest rumors about the supernatural, he was eager to check in the forefront. Most often, in fact, monsters turned out to be either wild animals or people. Not a single worthy challenge that could end his life in a worthy confrontation.In matters of good and evil, Eric has a

“Sit down, Eric,” she pointed to a chair at a small elegant table, “this City is special. Even among your own brethren. The rest, like fishermen with a net, caught everyone who passed by. But this one… he invites into his arms those who want to forget themselves and disappear from the outside world. The unfortunate people who are persecuted and hounded, tortured and killed, always easily found him. Unfortunately for them, we were the ones who settled in the City first, being deprived of our essence at home.Speech flowed like a river while the witch conjured over aromatic drinks, deftly wielding an old Turk. A captivating aroma quickly swam around the room, causing the guy to show an involuntary interest in the proposed pastime. A small, hand-painted tray with two steaming cups was carefully placed on the table.- What makes you think that I'm interested in listening to this? Eric asked incredulously, eyeing the offered drink suspiciously.The witch chuckled, scooped a teaspoon of cof

- But I have something on her ... - a sharp poking with an elbow in the side interrupted the vulgar phrase before it was completed. - Come on, you bore!I really wanted to smoke. This was surprising, because as far as he could remember, he had never touched a cigarette. So where does this strange impulse come from? And something unimaginable happened in my soul. A ball of strange conflicting feelings haunted. As if he had done something and now he cannot recover from the shock. But what did he do?The next morning, the guy tried to immerse himself in work, since it was dreary enough to make him forget about everything in the world. Acceptance mountain. Too many new films. Everything needs to be checked, a ton of papers filled out, and a schedule of film screenings drawn up for the future. Not his job, but everyone does it except the cleaners and security guards.After lunch, it began to rain, which caused stormy delight in everyone. Colleagues seemed to miss the vagaries of nature. Ev

In Lakeside, autumn came with a special romantic flair. The trees were slowly painted in bright colors, and luring the locals to arrange more fairs and holidays. The brightest and most colorful day was just around the corner, the costumes for which were ordered from tailors, sewn on their own and expected in all themed shops. House owners selected the brightest and most inviting decorations for facades, and pastry shop managers developed designs for “creepy” desserts.In the cinema, with the change of season, a madhouse has set in, forcing all employees to feel like slaves in a galley. The projectionists and their assistants had the worst of it. On the day of the great fog, which closed the Nightingale City with a dense curtain, from which all the electricity was suddenly turned off for several minutes, there was a massive arrival of new films. The unspoken order became self-evident - to introduce all the new items into the schedule and “roll” all the films until the end of autumn. Th

Everyone was preparing for a trip to the Circus, as for some special event. Kenny squealed that he had to "show off" at the Center, and was furious at the sight of Jenny's favorite wide leg jeans. Even the words of the girl that she needed comfort, and not a pretentious cover, did not calm him down. He briefly changed his anger for mercy at the sight of a delicate silk top, opening and emphasizing the swan neck, chiseled shoulders and graceful figure of the girl. It's amazing how this embodiment of tenderness was found in the wardrobe of Jenny, who puts on skirts purely for role-playing games. An even bigger mystery was how it surprisingly combined with the girl's rough jeans and unfeminine boots."Woman, you're killing me!" I want everything to be beautiful! he howled like a restless ghost until Trisha and Sarah kicked him out of Jenny's room.- To listen to him, so we are not going to the Circus of Freaks, but to the Palace of Versailles! Trisha rolled her eyes, moving her hairbrush