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“What do you mean you don’t know?” she demanded.
“Why, am I supposed to know this?” Harry frowned.
“Yes! Everybody knows! How can you not know?”
» Posted By Ralyn Longs On 09.16.2014 @ 1:38 pm
“He took all his worldly possessions with him…”
“So, you think he’s… not coming back?”
“Maybe some day, but not soon, no.”
» Posted By Ralyn Longs On 09.14.2014 @ 2:44 pm
Dogged pursuit is what they do. They run as fast as a horse and can keep it up for days without tiring. Trust me laddie, if they hunt you they won’t stop until you’re nothing but crushed bones.
» Posted By Ralyn Longs On 09.08.2014 @ 11:25 am
“A glowing review,” he said, “who’d have thunk. Bet you didn’t expect that, did ya?”
I nodded absentmindedly.
“Whomever wrote it must’ve recognised my genius,” he continued.
“Hm hm,” I mumbled.
“C’mon, isn’t it great?!”
“Sure, or would’ve been, if your boyfriend didn’t write it,” I informed him. He deflated before my eyes, and I regretted saying it already. “At least he loves you,” I said.
» Posted By Ralyn Longs On 09.05.2014 @ 1:15 pm
She brushed past me, coldly silent. “What is it this time, huh? What did I do?” I bit at her, angry at her for being so unreasonable. “Nothing,” she said, sounding as if it was anything but.
» Posted By Ralyn Longs On 09.03.2014 @ 2:20 pm
Charity to fill the gaps left deliberately, to keep society beholden. There are those who profit from the suffering of others, and charity is an excellent way to mask and disguise.
» Posted By Ralyn Longs On 08.30.2014 @ 12:27 pm
They fled just before the watch changed, when the guards were at their most tired. Slim chance it may be, they had to take it before it was too late…
» Posted By Ralyn Longs On 08.29.2014 @ 2:32 pm
He tried not to show it, but it was impossible not to be impressed. The hall dwarfed anything he had seen before. He came from a village that was no smaller than most, but the hall would fit it three times over.
» Posted By Ralyn Longs On 08.28.2014 @ 2:37 pm
He struggled but the light only dimmed further. He could swim like the best of them but the… whatever it was didn’t allow him a moment’s respite. He was getting light-headed, realising he was much farther down than he should be, could be. He was sinking – sinking in the two-foot deep garden pond without end.
» Posted By Ralyn Longs On 08.27.2014 @ 12:54 pm
The terrain was rocky, but not impassable. They lost 19 beasts to broken ankles, but they had accounted for at least a dozen more – a sign of good fortune, the men were certain.
» Posted By Ralyn Longs On 08.26.2014 @ 2:57 pm
Not much to say about retrieve, do have an interesting tidbit from Dutch politics: Recent austerity accord arranged for less subsidies on traveling, ‘in order to cut down on paying people to travel long distances first class, since they’re rich anyway’. Unforeseen (?) side-effect: cutting down doubly on everybody who goes to work by train (second class). Ouch.
» Posted By Ralyn Longs On 05.25.2012 @ 4:24 am
I don’t know much ’bout pins, Sir, but ’tis not pins I’m ‘ere to talk to you for.
Unintended consequences, however… side-effects, positive and negative externalities, now those are fascinating. Everything ties in with something else, like a web, or the wheels of a watch. Change one thing and a thousand others change in turn. Something can be the way it is not because of the things related to it, but because of coincidences, chance, fortune, a one-off.
» Posted By Ralyn Longs On 04.09.2012 @ 2:05 pm
An emotional moment
As I breathe you into me
Holding you closer
Gentle in the dark
My eyes are filled with tears
The beauty of silence
Can’t hold back the rain
Even though I try
Can’t help myself
Let the rain come down on us
Let this moment through
I see the beauty in you
–Can’t hold back the rain, Ana Criado
A good dozen of them, all clothed in black, bone-white animal masks looking oddly out of place on their faces. The man in the wolf mask stepped forward. The mask seemed to be sneering at him, even though that was impossible. If only he could vanish on the spot…
» Posted By Ralyn Longs On 01.06.2012 @ 5:58 pm
I should have scribed my final reports by now but I failed on that count, horribly so. I always thought my job, my future would hinge on this chance, but since coming to this country it all seems so… far away, so unreal, unimportant. Failing in my job is surprisingly relieving, I always thought it made little sense to do the kind of analysis I’m doing, and then sending it abroad. I am a scribe, that much I know, but maybe… couldn’t I change the here and now, instead of writing things for the history books of a different country?
» Posted By Ralyn Longs On 06.25.2011 @ 2:14 am
The choice between my beloved would-be wife and my beloved country really wasn’t much of a choice at all, or so I thought all those years ago. Looking back on it, I stepped into this country blindly. My wife is still the centre of my universe, of course, it’s just that… the universe got a lot weirder than it used to be. This country is weird. The people here are weird. It makes no sense, cross a border to step into a different world. It’s the stuff of fairytales. It couldn’t be that drastic… or so I thought years ago. Hindsight is a bitch.
» Posted By Ralyn Longs On 06.13.2011 @ 8:04 am
“The old man is always chained to his radio nowadays… shouldn’t we do something about that? Is he even listening?”
A sigh. “It’s his life, his choice. You know he hasn’t been the same since… you can’t really force him to pretend to be.”
“But it’s not healthy!” she insisted.
“If he likes listening to the radio, or not listening to the radio, then he can do just that.” A resolute nod followed, sealing the deal.
» Posted By Ralyn Longs On 06.04.2011 @ 4:03 am
It’s sometimes hard to remember how it is back home. I mean, I know in my heart that back home people are less fickle, and that they don’t have radical ‘seasons’ like here, and that we do things for the long-run instead of… well, this. But it’s hard to pin down specific memories. It’s as if it’s starting to fade. Maybe I’m turning into one of them, slowly? A terrible fate, I think. Or is it? People are happy, here. Fickle, but happy. I… I don’t remember if people were this happy back home.
» Posted By Ralyn Longs On 05.30.2011 @ 1:10 pm
He looked like a gruff man, black sideburns framing his face. It was a weird contrast, seeing such a dark-looking commander in a nation of care-free men. Then again, it might well have been just the looks, it’s not like he was any less jovial than the rest of his men…
» Posted By Ralyn Longs On 05.30.2011 @ 4:51 am
Despair was a foreign emotion in these lands. A person might feel a fleeting sense of despair, but it never lasted long and was instead overtaken by other fleeting emotions. They were fickle like that. I guess it was both a blessing and a curse. The people here did not stand still when faced with loss, but neither did they feel any lasting commitments…
» Posted By Ralyn Longs On 05.29.2011 @ 10:25 am
Canteens of water made a hefty profit in the war season. Local boys would fill up any they could scrounge up, and sell them to the troops with ridiculous mark-ups. Well, it seemed ridiculous to me, it seemed to be a sort of tradition for the people here. Sell your canteens in merchant season, buy them back at ten to twenty times the original price in war season. Perhaps most remarkable was the fact that there was a set by-play, perfected over the generations. The kid would come up to a soldier with a canteen filled to the brim with well-water, offer a price so outrageous the richest man on earth wouldn’t be able to buy it, and gave a wide, toothy smile. The soldier would swat the kid over the head, call him an idiot, and give a return price that was so low it wouldn’t buy you a single sip of malt. The kid would pout, then look very fierce for a couple of seconds, and they would always, always arrive at a happy medium. The soldier grumbled about it as if he’d been ripped off (which, of course, he had), and the kid would smirk, before running off to get his next canteen. In all my years here, I have never seen a single kid deviate from that set pattern. It’s almost ritualistic in its intensity, truly a most remarkable phenomenon.
» Posted By Ralyn Longs On 05.26.2011 @ 3:33 pm
Torches were a favoured ‘weapon’, particularly behind enemy lines. Even merchants could wield a flaming torch to great effect, and the wooden homes burned like the driest of kindle-wood. It wasn’t just one side or the other, either. The indiscriminate torching that went on during these civil wars of theirs might well have burned fully half of their homes. The thought of discussing codes of conduct during war didn’t occur to them. Who knows, maybe they prefer it this way. Rebuilding is their specialty, after all.
» Posted By Ralyn Longs On 05.25.2011 @ 11:42 am
Pretzel, honestly? I can’t work with this -_-‘ My special lady favours them, however.
» Posted By Ralyn Longs On 05.22.2011 @ 2:34 pm
The thief crept back out the same way he got in, probably thinking he’d gotten away scot free. Thieves were common, sentences for punishment being very light in line with the general air of ‘forgiveness’ these people tried to portray, but this was taking the piss. I was willing to bet it was the same brat that tried to make off with my books not yet two weeks prior.
» Posted By Ralyn Longs On 05.23.2011 @ 11:32 am
Their wrath was legendary, but at the same time it was akin to a bright bonfire that would only last for hours, and then die as rapidly as it came. Sometimes entire legions seemed to give in to pure wrath after a particularly horrible slaughter elsewhere, and other times the legions were cheerfully going at it again. It was incredible to see, from an observer’s point of view. Of course, this may sound terribly crude, but I truly did consider myself as an observer in this civil war of theirs.
» Posted By Ralyn Longs On 05.21.2011 @ 4:11 pm
The mercantile season was almost domestic in its atmosphere. People were always milling around, chatting here and there, buying and selling stuff nobody really needed. Wherever you went you were greeted with broad smiles and easy chatter. To me, knowing what the turn of the season would bring, it just looked ominous.
» Posted By Ralyn Longs On 05.20.2011 @ 5:33 am
Anyone could have been a mole. Heck, some of them were probably double-crossers. Triple-crossers, if they didn’t remember their original loyalties. Most didn’t. If you’d ask me if I could trust any of them, I would laugh. Trust? They don’t know the word, or what it represented.
» Posted By Ralyn Longs On 05.19.2011 @ 5:34 am
Boys were always tempted of course. The lure of glory and honour didn’t match the horrible, gritty reality that was war, but that didn’t seem to matter. Funnily enough, none of the parents seemed to think there was anything wrong with it, either. And so the boys streamed in by the thousands, further compounding the problems of this troubled nation with its troubled wars.
» Posted By Ralyn Longs On 05.18.2011 @ 5:01 am
Sure, they were curious. But then, one moment’s curiosity would fade in the next, and something else would grab their attention. It was a curiosity of minutes, if that. Nothing would come of it.
» Posted By Ralyn Longs On 05.17.2011 @ 6:29 am
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Had these people already forgotten what’d happened 13 years ago? Were they really that fickle? All of them?
» Posted By Ralyn Longs On 05.16.2011 @ 4:16 am