The isle was rocky with many impressive, She hopped down and Maks stepped up. He saw her grinning and frowned. "What?" "Nothing." She said and he plucked seaweed off his head. The water pushed against the sandy shore where their footprints were. There were no birds in the sky, the ones that passed by hardly lingered unless the load they were carrying were too heavy. He pulled out their gear and sized up the ropes. He wore a yellow jacket and refrained from using the torchlight to conserve the battery. He swallowed hard at the peak of the high cliff, a crevice beneath that looked like it could go on forever and ever. He could feel the cool breeze blowing out from the entrance. He climbed up the hill using his spider powers and he gazed at the plateau and the resilient plants breaking through the surface. He needed to get a bird's eye view of the entire island. It looked like a puma's head with its mouth open, trying to swallow a ball which was the second isle, little to no green
"It's April the 5th." Maks let out. She blinked when he turned on the lights.Artemis noticed that he was being a bit too harsh. Sometimes, he was a bit too judgemental."April? I was here since 30th March.""What's your name?" Maks said."It's Harriett." She said weakly. They found a safer spot, although not big enough but safer to rest in, away from the bacterial filled water, frankly, the walls looked like they had oil spilled on them, they would continue their journey later. If only there was a way out and if only they could ration their meals. He was worried about his classes, his gig that he was going to miss. All because she was dragging him to do things that he wouldn't originally do on his own on a regular basis. She would be disappointed if she found out that he was just living off her and she wouldn't stop dragging him until god knows when as Harriet would put it. He wasn't in touch with his emotions, because they wouldn't solve anything. Even if Meg prodded him to talk a
"8 of us, we were separated from experts after the reopening and we happened to miss everyone along the way.""And then you got attacked." Artemis said. "The attack was what caused the tumble in the first place. Unfortunately, I was caught up under the rocks. Coach seemed to be okay." "Yeah, he left you." Maks let out dryly. "Yep, the least he could have done was get you out of there but he didn't." The hair on their scalps rose at the sound of bats screeching. The noise was reverberating and horrendous. Maks quieted. Voices could be heard in the midst of rushing waters. "That's what I heard?" "Sounds like it is coming from the top. Quick, we can get out while it lasts."Harriet shifted on her good leg. They made an effort to follow the sound of its voice. Artemis lagged under Harriet's weight. They found a crack of light under the underpass. "That's it?" Harriet said and lagged. She let herself down on a rock, massaging her leg, at least it wasn't cold anymore. Just too hot.
They drifted and he rubbed his arms, they felt as though they were going to fall off. Artemis looked back at what she would call Jiang Shi island, (Z*mbie island was already taken.) They were helped by a few people who had a motorized boat. Harriet was unconscious and handled by healthcare professionals. They were hospitalized and he had his shoulders disinfected. ... The authorities had a lot of questions about their whereabouts and the events that took place. Artemis came up with a lot of stories about mountain lions, and the flood, however, Harriett was skeptical about telling them about the Jiang Shi and she went with it. The school heard about their ordeal, the island was closed down for good. But he reckoned there would be some daredevils besides him trying to get on what this was all about. The assistant coach was missing and his body was never recovered. Maks felt small against the official proprietor of Griffin University, Mister Gael Griffith with well-combed grey ha
"Two former cult members explain the difficulties they had extricating themselves from it." He was shocked at the news, Jason's body was taken away. He was brought in for questions by the police. He had an alibi but he was afraid it was not a very credible one. How would he tell them that he was battling with a flock of geese that kept getting in the way? His assassination was all so sudden. They found Jason with blood on his face and neck stab wounds. ...A modern eating fork is a blunt fork. An older fork wasn't really a tool for eating from but was more like one of the large meat forks one uses to carve a turkey or otherwise hold meat. The tines were longer and there were often fewer of them. On top of this, they were sharpened to a point.The difference is more like the difference between a sharp kitchen or steak knife and a dulled butter knife (even if it has a point). Sure, you can kill someone with the dull butter knife if it doesn't bend and you hit the right spots, but it
[Cyanide poisoning?] He thought. The aerosol can make sense, the culprit must have thought a blunt fork would not do the trick. It took less than thirty minutes to kill a human being with that. The CSI agent spoke to the cops who lingered to take heed. Maks stayed in the background afraid to put one foot in. At least he knew the cause of his death. He got closer and the cleaner in a blue boiler suit whistled swabbing the cleaning solution off his cart. His eyes closed in on the aerosol can in the cart's compartment.Meanwhile, the students were not allowed to roam at the school quarters past eight pm at night. He thought about Francis waiting at home and the cleaner, he had to resign from his little stakeout before 8 pm. He flapped home and the cleaner went upstairs to check on the halls. The students were asked a few questions if they heard any sign of struggle before his demise. The fellows looked unnerved. When the cops asked who the last person to visit Jason was, (with a gua
However, he braced himself when he saw an amur leopard running rampant on the streets. It raised havoc wherever it set in motion. The civilians panicked and it ran after in his direction. His system scanned it, it was an amur leopard. One of a near-extinct species that weighed 30 pounds less that the African leopard. The corner of his lip dropped and the best thing he could do was at least pacify it before it sunk its teeth into him. The leopard looked aggravated and it barred its yellowish teeth and sought freedom. He wondered if he could get money off it, he also reminded it that animal control was not going to make it easy for it to escape. Also, the streets were no place for a leopard and people were protective of their pets in case they wanted to prey on dogs. Thankfully, they were wary of humans and confrontation but it did not cancel out the chances of an attack. He stayed well away from it and the group in uniform aimed their tranquilizing gun at it and shot it down. ... Ma
He dropped anchor at the house and lowered the broom. "That was me." Thanks to his current situation of being suspect, he had absolutely no means of fending for himself. He was back to the habit of counting backward. The trials spoiled his image and the employers kept saying no. He was counting on student loans. He had debts to pay up. He went upstairs and curled up in his bed. Qi Level: 50k >49k Due to his sleep manipulation technique, he could turn day into night and vice versa, he could turn everyone in his subconscious state into chess pieces, or make healthy connections with just about anyone without sounding too blunt. He reset his dreams and make them say what he wanted them to say or fail at chess. He jotted down dream journals even if his dream sounded ludicrous, the one dream he could never seem to control is showing up naked to high school. His trying to stay concealed only amped up their laughter. That was enough to jolt him out of his sleep, he valued status and so fa