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2024-10-29 19:42:56Hi, Nate here!
Hi, Readers! Thanks for following through my chapters and update. I'm here to say that I will be on a long hiatus this January for personal and health reasons. The start of the year 2022 is rocky for preparations to continuing SBOF. There are still a few more chapters to go through before the end of this book, and it's not as happy a journey.
I'll be honest, I'm struggling writing a bit. I'm lining up a new story to write for this year, but will debut around the third quarter. Unlike SBOF where I write real time, or almost.
Anyway, I will be resuming the story on February. Sorry for everything, and I hope I could properly continue the chapters.
*crossfingers*
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Suitable Bags of Flesh Chapter 12 (part 1)
Chapter 12Another night passes for the house of Darmstadt. With the addition of four mouths to feed and the lucky location where almost no danger comes, no dark-creature lurks, they’ve come to spend the coming hours on edge but feeling reasonably safe. Piling on this feeling of safety is the looming quest to restock their supply of food. Since they aren’t leaving any time soon, Lena figured a few of them could look around each house and see if they’ve got stocks to help them.None of Lena, Berns, Perri, and Horaz know what happened to the rest of the residents in the surrounding houses. Honestly, they couldn’t care much. Berns only knows what happened to her family. Tragedy filled her mind enough to forget the rest of the world, why she had no time to think of others beyond the bounds of the house.Lena prioritized her communication with her children using her smartphone with barely any signal that she lost in
Suitable Bags of Flesh Chapter 12 (part 2)
Perri knew some of the people they passed by. One house belonged to the office mate of her father. The balcony of their terrace out on their backyard looked broken with furniture strewn. She wasn’t sure what happened there, but the destruction didn’t bode well. Not that they all had the time to check on every house.She did stop when she saw children outside of their house, a touch of relief to see kids safe despite the surrounding abundance of chaos. Absent from violence in the eyes of just curious young ones felt like a sudden burden if she isn’t thinking much on the bearing of the situation.An urge to help them kicks in without hesitation. The children are the only reason she yields to provide aid, but the parent’s caution keeps them from giving it. Shooing them at sight, discreetly, or blatantly shouts without regard whether they are seen or not from the noise to alert the creature. The kids or parents who knew Perri or Horaz only nodded in
Suitable Bags of Flesh Chapter 12 (part 3)
One of them continued to inspect the cabinets, finding appropriate supplies for adults unopen. On another cabinet is the stock for kids, cereal boxes, baby formula’s, and diaper’s that wouldn’t expire after two years.A trove of other items, non-consumable, included could be have been added to their storage, but they only have enough space for specific items. Hurrying back to Anton and Perri, they found that the two were busy hiding behind a car not far. That was already there when they arrived.They were watching someone far down the road. The two don’t show alarm or a sense of danger, looking busy chatting with each other. Maybe the two were trying to figure out what to do.Horaz cautiously carried the bag of canned goods he had at his back and looked in the direction they were watching. Behind him was Tacio carrying a box from the kitchen, now filled with baby necessities. He didn’t get to see the other two of their group fussing
Suitable Bags of Flesh Chapter 12 (part 4)
Aurea had a time standing and pulling others to stay optimistic, especially after meeting with Bedlyne (Betts) and Bertrand (Trust). The couple that she promised to meet was staying in one of the rooms on the first floor, inside a doctor’s office. She was glad they were safe, finding that Trust’s right eye was completely covered by bandages, knowing it was an injury from the first day.Her heart ached when she listened to how Trust lost his eye from surviving out of his office and was thankful that he and Betts were fortunate enough to meet and help each other. Even the story on their rooftop safety was like a miracle, though the question most Aurea inquired was how damaged the entire hospital was for each floor.The two stated that every floor is stable enough to hold itself, except for small sections with severe damage. They also noted the top floors are out of access, and the only time they successfully got out from there was to climb down with a rope th
Suitable Bags of Flesh Chapter 12 (part 5)
He was thankful he found her despite the circumstance thrust upon the first moments of their budding relationship. Physical or otherwise, he was built upon the loneliness and tiresome pursuit of something to occupy his time besides work. Building their camaraderie was the next best thing he ever thankfully was blessed. Thus their time apart is more bearable than the idea of going out as an observer.Time passes, his eyes grow weary from typing too long while interpreting shorthand typography he can barely distinguish. Akyl seems to use a self-created type of acronym and abbreviation. Scribing it felt like a self-taught math formula for a problem you can answer with a guess. If it fits, it will sit. Fortunately, he can distract himself with his phone, which surprisingly received a message from the outside.Opening the message showed him that it passed through the **** company app, which they all rarely used. Usually, he used the ones the IT team installed. That one is l
Suitable Bags of Flesh Chapter 13 (part 1)
Chapter 13The cold night covered Trust and Betts as both sat near the rooftop door, leaning on the nest Trust had built for the two of them before. Wood from a broken door serving as a stable wall with metallic frames from a dismantled hospital bed not in use, serving as the roof of their fixer-upper abode.An impression of two children spending time under the night sky, with their pitched-up tent ready for the camping night they wanted to experience for so long. Soiled blankets served as their seats, cushioning their bums from the cement’s rough cold feel.Five alternate squawking sounds came from the remaining crows still perched at the edge of the rooftop. Their similar-looking beady eyes all blinked in succession then followed their heads, turning to the direction somewhere away from the building. Trust who sat on the blankies half-awake opened his eyes to look at them, annoyed but quite troubled about their message. Someho
Suitable Bags of Flesh Chapter 13 (part 2)
Seeing her sudden shift from playful to semi-serious pout stopped Trust, his lips pulling into a tamed smile and agreeing not to bother her new “scar.” Moving beside her, he pulled out a few notes, told her that they’re in the same classes again except for their free period since he’s joining club activities non-stop. At least, that’s what he plans.Betts continued to finish her lasagna. Her video paused. Before long, their conversation turned into a full-blown gossip bash when Trust told her the few students in their school who are new to her eyes and old to her sanity’s sake. Most of the students in their school often knew each other, belonging in the same preparatory levels or one other way, like neighbors with inevitable familial friends.“Hold up,” she said to him. “I need to take my meds. Pain is starting again.” Ending her words with a frown.“Right, pausing at the new couples and broken-up
Suitable Bags of Flesh Chapter 13 (part 3)
“Come on. It’s poking out your head, taunting me. Besides, it’s a cool scar. Tell the other’s you kicked a monster’s ass in the playground.” He told her snicker. “But, tell me. What’s in your head?” He seriously said, a small smile on his face.Shifting the way he sat, he moved his body away from the headboard. Now he faced Betts, his one arm on the other side of her legs, while he looked at her with earnest eyes. “Are we, or are we not emotionally connected best friends? Like what those girls in class say.”His position caged Betts as if cornering her. Leaning back to relax, Betts looked at his good friend and muttered, “I don’t feel like growing up.”“We’re only thirteen, going on fourteen. How is that growing up?” He scoffed at her. She glared at his scoff, and he only leaned closer, poking their noses. It usually made her cross-eyed, challenging herself to r
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EpilogueThe caves underground lead nowhere man could tolerate, with the pressure of the world pressing over them, no one can follow the Primer monsters as they exit the premise of C-city. These Primers are not going to be eaten and smothered by power over time, however, they will co-exist in a community built by Memoria.Memoria who sat almost half a millennia awake under the ruins of F-city played another game of race between the lines with several other internet connection nodes that are knowingly joined into the old working cable lines of the dead city. Then when the race finishes, they rest for the while, thinking like a person, old and hesitant.They’ve long forgotten that they could easily browse these connections so that they could monitor the condition of the world and their old friends who now walks the human world with the grace that could only dignify those with experience. They have experience too, of a different kind, all collected from the vast brains and words of those
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Hi, there Nate here :) I've enjoyed writing this story so far, but things have been complicated and I won't be able to write it anymore. There are some moments that I wish I could have fixed in the long run but it's gotten too much to hold in just one hand. After this chapter will be a short Epilog for a short mention of each relevant characters final activities before the future becomest truly a mystery. This story ran its course, pretty long if you ask me, and the development of some characters are slow but steady. There will be a new title coming after this for the coming month, it's tentative title is "Ocular to the Dying Sun." A saga of the Prime Magician and the realm of Slitark according to before their brightest star continues to deteriorate. Have fun reading, please do leave comments~
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Chapter 37 (part 4)
Small-stature wobbled from their place in shock and confusion. They could hear voices, words they thought would not be possible to understand even if they have a sprinkle of memories of being able to say such things, such words. Vocabulary had almost slipped their still able memory of what they seem to perceive as their selves before this blind-like body.Their comrade underlings did not comprehend the creature in front of Small-stature, making them react in a scared way, almost darting to scurry in escape. Managing to hail them back into the premise of Small-stature’s vicinity was easy, what with One-arm herding them back to where they are.“My, forgive me. It seems like you are a newborn to this body.” Soft-spoken, as Small-stature calls them, listened to them say. “Let me soothe your worries, we are not here to relish harm upon our fellow. Rather, guide them.”Hearing and understanding what Soft-spoken said took about a few seconds of Small-stature’s comprehension, but their underl
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Chapter 37 (part 3)
Two presences from the premise disappeared when the small-statured creature sensed the sensation of an optimal sound and light came from underneath the ground. There was a pause as they waited for the arrival of this, oh so, comforting resonance.Anticipation. Tension. Pause.There was a definite halt in their senses when another sensation overpowered their most awaited event, that was just been triggered moments ago. Because of this, they knew that there was something wrong. Something that would bring them great demise and abandonment, even if they know they could survive without this “thing.”Grasping this “thing” was an answered prayer they knew would be something that could help develop their comrades and these sweet-scented underlings of theirs. Telling them that they would grow and develop into better creatures that could well benefit each other. Without words, just sounds and resonance, deeds.Still, they could not help but waver in tenacity when they felt the loss of this “thi
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Chapter 37 (part 2)
Waking up in another body is hellish beyond comparison. Imagine opening your eyes to blindness you didn't know existed, with the light coming from nowhere and everywhere. You don't see with your eyes, but you feel the world ten times stronger with nothing but your body who is sensitive to every kind of noise. Magic would have been more believable than realizing that your blindness is not caused by pain of any internal kind, but by your eyes absorbed inside your skull, sunken deep. Protected by a layer of skin thin but tough, while a substance within shakes and serves to stay it in place. Something moved within their skull, surreal but they could feel it moving with every shake and stir as if a jar of pickles with one pickle inside swimming in its vat of juice. Why am I comparing pickle to my situation? Calming themselves was easy, they “breathed” slow and steady, through a nose they could not feel or sense its presence on their face, but they know its there. Wildly adjusting their t
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Chapter 37 (part 1)
Chapter 37Skies don’t rain beans or bacon, but Horaz, who’s gotten himself used to the way the Primer identity roams his mind, sees that this Primer sure knows how to mix the setting they stand in by displaying all food he’s been craving for. Nothing beats being human and wanting nothing but to satiate your day with all the good comfort food that lives in your head, at least the ones you’ve tasted before.He has been yearning to eat more than raw meat, which his tongue and throat burned from the bitter taste, not sweet or delectable, but bitter and tangy at the same time. The youth of sixteen years has not tasted flesh the same way it’s described with a raw steak, though he prefers well done, he probably would have had the chance to taste raw steak in the time his family would celebrate special occasions.But he prefers well-done steak, baked beans, and the occasional tacos on the weekends. Softshell because he needs to cater to his girlfriend’s taste for cleanliness, hence food with
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Chapter 36 (part 7)
“Stand… down,” Akyl said slowly to the escorts. Her eyes watched the one arm that clung to the tail.She could tell that the tail, or the identity that controlled it, is strong today. There must be a correlation between their method of physical examination and their tail’s response to their body. Rather, she could sense that Horaz is just realizing that there was more to the process happening in his Primer body and just noticing it now.The other escorts, with guns that bore metal ammunition, followed through but the tranquilizer bearer did not ease his aim. The escort shook his head in rejection of her request and Akyl had to acknowledge this.Purce stood still, feeling her tension, more from fear, stiffen her body. The only part that could move was her eyes and she watched in anticipation if the doctor would do something first, or the Primer’s tail.Because, by now, she could see that the Primer is not just fighting the tail but struggling to keep its hold. The twitching stopped for
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Chapter 36 (part 6)
The confines of Horaz’s room remained cold with the sprinkle of “nature’s touch,” meaning the occasional soil and other debris that could serve as “entertainment options.” Noticing the Primer consciousness be a creature of boredom was one the laboratory did not expect, and so did Horaz.Discovering this was not hard to conclude when the Primer tends to play and hunt the staff and escort that enters its domain whenever they feed or try to clean his “room.” At most, if they didn’t leave any kind of living creature to distract the Primer during its stay in the laboratory, the likeliness of it trying to destroy their place seemed likelier.Reina remembered the kind of creature the first Primer was, despite staying for only a few days in their presence. This alpha Primer did things in calculated actions as if, the creature itself wanted things to go their way so it could pretend to give them what they want.She concluded this according to how the staff then felt its actions were much devis
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Chapter 36 (part 5)
Purce had to double take, knowing that the answer used, one thump of any body part meant “no.” Hastily, she signaled to Elbi that Horaz – the human consciousness, did not agree to the next procedure.Because of this, Moss suddenly wondered why the electrical current request they were aiming to control, and monitor stopped. She saw from her peripheral that Dr. Akyl left her post, the other touchscreen panel, and approached Elbi and Purce.Elbi was adjusting the program, already on its way to booting up enough electrical charges in the ideal percent, but an abrupt stop in this charging requires a reset for the application and machine. Because if it did not stop and proceed to use for its intended purpose, it would go haywire or overflow.The very machine of the gurney can only hold enough electrical charge, the extra energy that flows through the needles are nodes that cannot let one charge in it stay still. It must go through and ride the sails and winds or else it will burn. This is n
