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NaNo 2012 chp 3Dawn was a bright blip in the distance, the sun pouring out over the horizon as it attempted to take over the sky, a battle it was always destined to win. Sanks was heading back to The Lion's Hole, his hood over his head. He didn't like the sun but at this point it wasn't high enough in the sky to be too much of an issue.
Callous was asleep at his desk, his coins and gold hidden away. He had to have watched all night, what with Grimm upstairs. Sanks readjusted the bag on his back and tapped the ghoul on the shoulder. He woke slowly, a string of yellowed saliva attaching his lip to his hand.
"Whuh?" he asked. There was a small amount of ro
NaNo 2012 chp 2Theat wasn't even a town, not really. It would have to have more than stragglers staying there for that. There were maybe fifty residents, the rest just stopping on their way to someplace better. There were a few farmers and innkeepers and Abel ran the tavern, but there weren't any merchants or police. They had no city hall or places of worship. Sure, people had their faiths in their Gods, but they praised him on their own and did not bother one another with their personal beliefs.
Theat was a place where the nonhumans prospered. As there were no police, there were no NHPF, the NonHuman Police Force, although there was always the fear that t
Hurt Makes It BeautifulDean hated this, hated seeing the man beside him, not the angel but the man, hide things from him. Every touch he gave was rewarded with a flinch and terror in his friends face. Every word confused him, made him stare at Dean as if he didn't know exactly what he meant. He found himself checking every word, every touch, every emotion that showed on his face. Cas was showing emotions now, plain and easy to see, but there were only two that Dean had the opportunity to see: fear and, very rarely, sorrow.
Sorrow was hidden and confined, Cas hiding away in the bathroom or leaving the motel room at night to cry into the night. Dean didn't like it w
response to doya-G"You know what's really weird?" Sam was drunk and laughing and telling Cas a lot of things that he thought was weird. Most of them hadnt been that strange in the angel's mind. "When I was a kid, I dont remember this, but Dean told me about it, pretty soon after he met you. He said that when we were little he got lost in a big supermarket and some guy in a trench coat, like yours, found him, and helped him find us. He was really embarrassed because of it and our dad was really harsh about it. Even years later he would still make fun of him about it. I guess Dean took it really hard. He always wanted dad to see him as perfect."
Cas thought on
NaNo 2012 chp 1Cedar and wood smoke, lager and meat, these are what taverns are supposed to smell like. If he paid close enough attention to the smell, he could also smell iron and blood and sweat and dirt. These were things he smelled in all places, but to lesser degrees. Taverns and drink seemed to draw those things out of people, make it easier to find and to smell.
He sat in the back, his hands behind his head, as he sat, legs outstretched before him, in a leather bound chair. It was faded in places, where his back and buttocks rubbed the color away, but it was comfortable. It was pretty much his chair, his sitting in it for so long and so often that
Do you know the taste of the universe?One day, when you’re five years old and made out of fractured sunlight and mirror shards, you sat down on the bench of the MAX train. You’re dressed in your winter coat and boots that are too big and one of your parents has pulled your hat too close over your ears.
You’re sitting next to your mother, and on the other side is a man that smells like loneliness, something that you’ll later know as cigarettes and alcohol and homelessness. He’s crying quietly into the top of his jacket and you’re scared to look because you’ve never seen an adult cry.
The train ride goes on for five minutes, which is a lo
A Reason to LiveIf only she had the guts to actually do it, to just leap among the cold waves and sink in death among the fish. She breathed in the smell and taste of saltwater, and water sprays hit her face, neck, and chest. She shivered slightly in the breeze from the waves, but she wasn’t really bothered by the chill. What weighed on her mind was something much deeper than the weather.
A pang of apprehension penetrated her heart as she envisioned her body being plunged into the water and weighted down by the strong waves. She thought about what it would be like to gulp in mouthful after mouthful of water, choking and never feeling any relief, b
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