Creice Vere Emrin Valeti
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When the spark goes flash and sizzle, thrumming through my cerebral cortex, spectacular creatures energetically cartwheeling across my melanin favored skin...That is when I shall begin to write again.
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The odd quirk
Obsideon woke up to urgent pounding on the front door. “Mr. Brown? It’s Unice and Garry from next door.” Obsideon groaned, he felt as if he’d been ambushed by a cheap bottle of vodka. He inched his hands along his face, gauging the damage, his eyes smarted when he got to his left temple, damage was minimal, but it still hurt like a…
By Creice Vere Emrin Valeti4 years ago in Fiction
The Key to Everything
The Key To Everything Obsideon woke to the shrill sound of an alarm. Through bleary eyes he reached out to smack his phone into oblivion. He patted around blindly, finding that his phone was not the nuisance. “waa the hell” Obsideon mumbled, he checked the time and was bewildered when he saw it was 4:36 in the morning, “Fuckin A” he groaned, this better not be some lame-ass prank his housemate Eve, who was prone to delinquent behavior ever since she drank whiskey from her baby bottle-so the story goes, was up to. The alarm was still screaming for justice when he whipped the covers off. “EVE TURN THIS SHIT OFF”. Obsideon listened for a moment to see if his bellow reached Eve’s ears on the top floor of the loft they shared. After a moment or two of no response he decided the only way to end the madness was to stop it at its source. He threw on a pair of shorts and prepared for the invasion when something made him pause, why would Eve be behind this when it would affect her too? That is not how that woman operates, Obsideon thought humorlessly. One way or another he would find who was causing this mayhem, and there would be hell to pay. His fury would only be quelled by compensation of his choosing, preferably in the form of Eve’s coveted Edibles’ or better yet a case of the liquid gold he called Miller Highlife. He practically slipped on his own saliva as he stormed up the stairs. Victory would be his.
By Creice Vere Emrin Valeti5 years ago in Earth
