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Head in the clouds
The Man flew.
The Man flew high, above the clouds, alone in the sky.
The Man flew high, amongst the birds, with friends in the sky.
The man flew high, like the heroes of ages past and to come, remembering in the sky.
The man flew high, and touched the stars. skipping above the sky.
The Man flew.
The man flew lower, past mighty mountains, their ridges framing the sky.
The man flew lower, threading through towers that stabbed against the sky
The man flew lower, floating over fields of flowering fruits, dancing with the sky.
The man flew lower, till he could touch the ground with the tips of his fingers, barely in the sky.
The man flew, till he could fly no more. and pulled his head out of the clouds.
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CAT RESCUED FROM ON HIGH
CAT RESCUED FROM ON HIGH
4:09 PM, Roswell NM, July 8th 1947
Earlier today, one miss Elvira Clark called the local Fire Department, requesting help. She said her cat had gotten stuck up a tree in her backyard, and she couldn't get the poor thing down. The Fire department, having absolutely nothing better to do at the time, dispatched two trucks to Miss Clark’s residence.  They arrived about 15 minutes later, to find  to their surprise,  the cat safely on the ground, the branch mysteriously splintered off near the tree. “Something just fell out of the sky!” the stunned Elvira said to the responders when questioned. “It flew down from on high and smashed through the branch, then it disintegrated on impact with the ground. It nearly hit me!”. Upon further analysis, the fire crew found a small impact mark near the branch, but no projectile could be seen. “We suspect it was simply a piece of debris off of an aircraft” Fire Chief Ron Ha
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Jester's Blade Chp. 3
The next morning, Lucius awoke in the small room he had acquired in a nondescript inn in the countryside. Donning the new clothes he had also acquired, he went downstairs into the inn's smoky, dimly lit, main hall. walking up to the innkeeper, he asked for a small meal, a mug of ale, and for the innkeeper to keep the room vacant for him, while handing over a small pouch of coin. After eating, he left the inn, and mounted a nearby horse, returning to the Kingdom's capital city.
An hour or two later, as he rode through the city's gate he saw a poster with an crudely drawn image of himself with the words "WANTED! dead or alive! reward: 50,000 sovereigns" written under it. He shrugged it off, knowing the guards would eventually discover the fact that his cell was empty.
He stowed his horse in a nearby stable, and walked to the "Gilded Dragon", one of the city's more famous inns. As he strode through the doors, he saw an aged, particularly pudgy, wealthy man sitting at a table and strode ov
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The Mechanic
November 14th, 1941: I just arrived on Oahu today. I’ve been transferred to Pearl Harbor as a mechanic. The weather is beautiful here, I could really get used to this. I’ve been assigned quarters in Schofield Barracks.
Nov 19th, 1941: All these reports about the Japanese aggression in the far east are making me worried. Between them and Hitler, mark my words, this world will be in flames, and we’ll be lucky if we get out of it with our lives.
Nov 26th, 1941: They transferred me out of the Barracks today, and onboard the USS Enterprise, under the command of Admiral Halsey, i’m excited to be stationed on a carrier, even if everyone says the Battleships are the assignment you want to get.
Nov 28th, 1941: Admiral Halsey is taking the battle group out to sea. We’re to deliver aircraft to Wake Island. Rumors are out that if we come across any Japanese forces, the Admiral will engage them with extreme prejudice, although his official orders from Admiral Kimmel ar
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Powerless
The commoner stared up at the Dictator’s governmental complex, towering up towards the sky, and the dictator’s statue in front of it. He wiped his brow, and carried the pack on his back into the ore plants, much like the other peasants around him. He threw his pack into the  processing receptacle, then walked out, back into the street, to watch the dictators speech. As the dictator appeared on the podium outside his room, and began, a low rumble was heard. Smoke poured from the ore plant, then the dictator’s mighty tower fell. As the dust and smoke rose, the commoner, his plot completed, muttered under his breath, “Powerless indeed”
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The Letter I
...The letter mocked me. It sat on the page, asking to be expounded upon. So many ideas raced through my mind, so many possibilities presented themselves. Whole worlds unfolded before me, characters racing about in them, living their lives. There were so many options, I couldn’t simply choose one. Indecision tore at me as I glared at the page, and with a growl, I crumpled the page and threw it into the nearest waste receptacle.
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Power of a Bullet (An Elysian Chronicle)
“One little Bullet. That was all it took”. Owen Serath, member of the Olympian General Council thought to himself, as a furious debate raged in front of him. With the Langrith attack on the Elysian spaceport at Fortuna, the Elysian president, Fairfax Radburn, had nearly instantaneously declared war on the Langrith Empire. Now, two weeks later, an emergency meeting of the Ares Council, made up of the the members of the Elysian Senate who handled matters of warfare, had been called to judge whether this war was feasible, and to look at any other options on the table. “All this started.. simply because some nutjob shot a politician on Inasti.” Serath thought as some old stodgy politician jumped up, his mustache quivering as he yelled his case for all out war, with no negotiation till the Langrithians were on their knees begging for mercy. Almost instantly, another equally stodgy, and twice as portly politician jumped up, shouting him down.    
Serath
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Jester's Blade Chp. 2
An hour or two after the incident in the throne room, Lucius lay in his dark, dank, pit of a cell, eating Darkmyre's terrible attempt at food. As he finished the "meat" he saved one of the narrower bones.
Within an hour, Lucius had managed to whittle the bone into a knife, and attempted to pick the lock on his cell door. At first, the lock stubbornly refused to co-operate, nearly breaking the makeshift pick, but after an hour or two of poking in the keyhole, Lucius heard a small click. He pushed on the door, which without the lock restraining it, swung open freely. Without the door to blockade him, the only thing between Lucius, Son of Graf, and freedom were four hundred guards and the second thickest gates in the entire kingdom.
The young Guard stood at his post at the cell block door, fighting against the growing urge to doze off for a few hours. As he was about to lose the battle, he was suddenly roused awake by an odd noise on the wall. He turned to see what the noise was, and afte
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Siege of Fortuna (An Elysian Chronicle)
...As Joseph Pavlik led his squadron of Damocles class missileboats towards the fusionpulse gate, he looked over his shoulder at the hundreds of other Damocles and Excalibur class vessels forming up for their own gatejumps, their sleek, almost shark-like hulls glistening in the light of X26-G13, the nearest star. They had been dropped here, on secret orders to attack the Elysian Fleet, in revenge for the killing of Chancellor Merak. The emblem of the Langrith empire shone out on some of their delta wings, its crossed swords brandished over a single golden shield. He prepped his missileboat’s pulsedrive, before nodding at his wingman, and entering the gate, heading for the Asopus system, and war.
   The planet Fortuna wasn’t a planet persay. It was far too small to be a planet. Nestled in the rings of the gas giant Asopus, Fortuna was a small moon, mostly covered in blue-green seas. Its gravitational forces had made a small clear space in the rings, large enough fo
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Legend of the Dragonslayer
Many ages ago, when the world was young, there was a vast kingdom ruled by a benevolent and kind ruler. The kingdom was prosperous and fair. Its people were healthy and long lived. The land grew ever more prosperous, until one day a terrible darkness crossed its eastern border. A black army, filled with Ghouls and Goblins and other ghastly things, swept across the land like a hurricane, destroying everything in its path. At the head of this dark legion was a dragon, its scales as black as the void, its fire as hot as the sun. Its power was terrible and fearful to behold, and none could resist its strength, nor pierce its armored hide.
The Horde kept burning onward, leaving a trail of barren lands and destroyed towns in its wake until it was a nights march from the kings city, the last beacon of hope for the land. As the Dragon's dark host drew ever closer to the city's white walls, the king rode forth from the gate, with six hundred riders behind him, all clad in white armor and brandi
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Raptor's Wings
The IRW H’veha came out of the warp around Ramiter VII, and her commander, a Romulan named D’taev, leaned back in his chair, gazing in contemplation at the giant orb that lay before him. The site of a small Romulan colony, Ramiter VII was by no means a pristine jewel of the stars. On the contrary, it was a cold, dark, lifeless rock, far too distant from the nurturing warmth of its sun for it have developed life of its own. Distant from any trade routes, the planet’s only strategic significance was the vast amounts of dilithium buried deep below its surface, valuable both for propulsion and weapons. This, combined with the planet’s natural conditions, made it a very appealing place for the Romulan Star Empire to dump the worst of its prisoners from Remus, Romulus’ sister planet with similar conditions. These prisoners needed sustenance in order to mine Ramiter’s precious dilithium hoard, and that is what brought the IRW H’veha and her crew into
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Mcdonough's Tale
...As Major Jack Mcdonough's P-40 Tomahawk hurtled down the runway, its engines roaring like an enraged tiger, he glanced over his shoulder, checking for enemy fighters. Seeing none, he brought his plane up into a climb, pulling it away from the tarmac. The Tomahawk then soared up to cruising altitude, and Mcdonough looked to his left spotting two other tomahawks that made it into the air. He gave them a salute, before his eyes drifted towards Pearl Harbor. The billowing plumes of smoke coming from throughout the harbor, as well as the occasional tongue of flame shooting out of the shattered and mangled husk of the USS Arizona, only strengthened his resolve. He banked his plane towards the battle, the other Tomahawks following him as he rushed towards the sound of danger, intent on avenging the Americans that lay dead and dying below him.
   Mcdonough's hodge podge squadron flew into the fray, catching a small group of Japanese aircraft from behind. They dove down on the enemy, Mcdonou
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The Politician (An Elysian Chronicle)
Janus Merak hated people. He hated all their little quirks, their little annoyances. He hated trying to talk to them, and would rather be the man running the lights at a concert than the guy on stage. It irked him incredibly when others would disturb him during his work. And he detested public speaking and listening to others with a burning passion. Yet, somehow, Janus Merak had become a politician. And after becoming a politician, he had somehow become the Chancellor of the Circle, the highest ruling body on the planet Inasti, capital of the Langrith Empire. He supposed it was the power, the sense that his choices had weight, that balanced out his hatred of people as he stood on the balcony of the Castaraine Building, overlooking a massive crowd of those irksome cretins and holding a few wisps of paper in his hand, containing a speech. He walked up to a podium, and straightened his papers, then leaned towards the microphone, and began.
Despite his inward feelings, Janus was well liked
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Jester's Blade Chp. 1
As the king listened to the Earl's proposition, which happened to be (as far as he could tell) about some grain shortage in one of the provinces, and another who could supply them, but refused to trade, or some such nonsense, he turned his attention to the court jester, a much more intriguing man. Having arrived only a fortnight before, the jester was the newest member of the king’s court, as well as one of the more popular. The jester, whose name was Lucius, was juggling some brightly colored balls in a figure eight pattern, while wearing a goofy grin. As entertaining as Lucius was, the king forced himself to listen to the pointless squabbles of the two nobles. As they quarreled on, he began to doze off, hoping they would simply be gone when he awoke. He had begun to dream of his villa high in the mountains, and his loving wife and four children, when suddenly he felt an excruciating pain in his side
The entire throne room went silent as the king slumped over, a dagger stuck in
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