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[dizzyslipcakes]

   The robed man took something from a....belt? Inner sleeve pocket maybe? He threw it harshly on the ground, then rubbed the soles of his feet against the item’s debris.     Just what was that for? Bad enough that he was stomping around the back of the temple, but now he was grinding rubbish into the freshly scrubbed floors!   

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   There was nothing her Highness wanted more than to leave, and the idea was the most tempting when the sun set.    The brilliant mixed hues of red, gold, orange, fuschia and blue underlined by the dark trees beyond her window always sparked an urge to step into the fast falling night as the birds that flew by her window frame did.    It was a silly notion to dwell on, but she found herself doing it more and more as she grew older. Day by day, despite being perpetually surrounded by prying eyes, she took refuge on her window seat. She longed to feel the vast expanse of the sky against her skin, to see it in all it's vastness with nothing in the way of her view. 

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   Teak gripped my arm hard enough to bruise and yanked me further as I stumbled to keep up.        The sea naga roughly pushed me through the curtained door of another room, sending me tumbling onto the floor.

  "Stay here and stay quiet or you'll end up on these platters." He hissed, then departed, slithering off on his urgent business.

   I got to my feet, surveying the room. It was a large and open banquet hall with platters upon platters of a feast lay on tables that stretched through a room. I’ll admit I stopped surveying the room itself when the smell of it all sunk in. I’d eaten the previous breakfast before I’d fallen from the harbor, but not since. There were many dishes I didn't recognize, but that didn't surprise me -what did was how much I found familiar.

   Raw fish, freshly cut and garnished with seaweed, was laid platter upon platter, accompanied with rice. Clams and Muscles with their shells opened wide, proudly displaying steaming flesh. Large cauldrons of soups and stews simmered and steamed, filling the room with an aroma that made my stomach growl with want.

   There were plentiful cuts of pork and beef among the dishes cooked in numerous ways, though were seemingly drowned in seafood by comparison. Eggs of all kinds cooked in thousands of ways seemed to call to me. The siren of familiarity, coupled with my guardian's absence, allowed me to grab a few of what I hoped were boiled chicken eggs; It was hard to tell with the lack of shell. The egg was steaming, the white was lightly salted and, thankfully, the familiar yellow yolk was cooked just enough to be solid. 

   I managed to down one and had just barely swallowed the other when Teak had entered the room again.

[dizzyslipcakes]

“How do I get fangs?”

“For your mouth, or to keep?”

Aren’t I going to keep them either way? She thought, feeling vaguely unsettled.

The fae queen ignored her discomfort and continued with her answer. “It’s simple. Steal the fangs of a monster and make them your own.”

“By just.....sticking them in my mouth or?”

“They’ll be loose and prone to falling out for awhile, but if that’s the way you want to do it, I won’t stop you.”

“How else am I going to do it?”

“If that’s the way you see it, it’s going to be the only way to do it,” she sighed. “Really, you humans would be so much more adept at magic if you’d just look at less obvious perspectives.”

The youth sighed, already familiar with the lecture the queen was winding up for.

[dizzyslipcakes]

As she fell, she had the unshakable urge to open the old umbrella she'd found earlier.

It was doubtful that it would be able to handle the wind resistance, but Eliza supposed that it would break along with her when she hit the ground if it didn’t now.

She kept falling, holding tightly to the umbrella's handle as pushed the release hard enough to bruise her finger. It would as nearly ripped out of her grasp as air filled and slipped around it, and nearly yanked her arm out of its socket as it slowed her decent.

Amazingly, the umbrella had held.

"Wonderful!"a voice cried. "Now, straighten you legs and walk!"

Eliza nearly lost her grip on the umbrella’s handle again in surprise.

"Come now, now's not the time to act shocked!” The voice chided.

Looking upward Eliza saw thad the voice was right: the seems of the umbrella were straining, it wouldn’t be very long until they ripped.

"Walk!" The voice commanded again.

Putting one foot in front of the other, she found she could. Every step she took seemed to push her foot back a little, almost as if she were on the moon.

Remembering the umbrella’s seems, Eliza quickened her pace, doing something that looked like a bobbing skip through the air. It was stressful to execute, but going by the laughter faintly ringing in her ears, she must’ve been entertaining to watch.

It wasn’t a graceful decent, but it was a quick one. Not one quick enough to leave Eliza a smear on the ground, but it was a good deal quicker than letting the umbrella do all the work.

[dizzyslipcakes]

Called

Part 2 of Misplaced From the Canals of Free Sensitivity Boards

Genre: Sci-fi

Word Count: 244

POV: first person 

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As I stared at the planet- originally only significant enough to be named a string of numbers with a few letters for categorization (UO-20810q)- lost in it's strange storms that swirled within their strange, geometric shapes, I was pulled away from my unpleasant reverie by a high pitched chittering.

It was impossible to ignore- utterly gone were any thoughts I had, nothing spared to the planet and it's bizarre behavior as my internal feelings of wrongness compounded. The institute and it's labs should have been empty. Evacuated.

The chittering rang out again, calling from the opening of the observatory.

When I turned, my gaze caught on nothing as I looked at the doorway. Once again, the chittering called, and my attention was successfully called lower to the ground. My eyes met the gaze of a clearly alien creature; surely, as the current oxygen level was too high to support human life.

It's eyes were small, but lacking in both apparent pupils or sclera- despite this, intelligence was clearly housed in within them. It's skin was pink, but the only skin I could see was of it's furless face, which was innocent and rodent-like. The soft fur covering the rest of it's round body became something of a heat map, with a gradient becoming a darker and darker pink the alien's extremities. Bipedal, with two large feet, pawed hands, and long ears that perked towards me made it seem almost akin to the Terran Oryctolagus cuniculus.

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Autopilot

Part 1 of Misplaced   From the Canals of Free Sensitivity Boards 

Genre: Sci-fi 

Word Count: 287 

POV: first person 

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I have been wandering these halls for some time.

I have no idea where, or even who I am as I cross tiled room after tiled room. The tile seems thin, yellowed with age and tread over by countless feet.

Each room housed something, and each something different - all important. Yet, aside from passing glances at impressive (if clunky) technology, still bubbling tank systems, and over-grown gardens, I spare them no real attention as I continued to make my way through the seemingly endless maze.

I feel anxious to get somewhere beyond these rooms, but my path itself seems fixed. This anxiety has long since built past impatience, but I know deep within me running to my destination is no use. A waste.

Time passes. Or has time passed? Both of these statements are true, yet the latter echoes within me over and over as I continue on, approaching my destination.

Nothing indicates it as so, looking the same as the rest of the rooms in the halls I have passed, yet I know this to be true.

Here, housed at the end of a hall like any of the others, lacking a door like the rest of the labs and testing rooms, the once cookie-cutter room differs from the rest: not in what it houses, but in what it reveals.

A grand, outwardly doming window reveals the dark, uncaring void beyond. Lights, trillions of years away, dot the void and frame an object that fills me with cold, heavy dread.

The planet is massive, embroiled in strange geometric storms. I stare at the planet's ever-shifting surface, lost in the objective truths rattling within me.

Time has passed.

And the object beyond the window is wrong.  

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“If my liver fails me, you can cut it out and feed it to the damned thing that shadows your footsteps.”

The barkeep whistled in appreciation. “Damn. Where’d you get that one? What spooky artifact spat that out this time?”

He downed his shot before sinking down to lean his head against the cool bar counter; the shot glass still clenched in his grasp.

“Alright, you’ve had enough,” She said, attempting to pry it from her customer’s hand- but she couldn’t pry the shot from his grasp.