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Fiction Park / Re: The Other One.
« Last post by Angel on June 15, 2019, 03:10:39 PM »
Oh yes i do remember that one!

So i'm going to counter Nic's offering with this: he considers going to the seedy spots but thinks it's too obvious so he goes looking for places of purity and innocence that are showing signs of corruption and The Taint of Evil. Again, wether they actually are showing these signs it up for debate. Maybe he's just seeing shit where it ain't.
Fiction Park / Re: The Other One.
« Last post by newchinaren on June 14, 2019, 06:52:00 AM »
This is exactly the sort of excellent suggestion you are renowned for* Nice! 

I'll give it some more days before polling (I've had some suggestions from elsewhere too), plus been a bit busier than expected, plus my internet connection is arse.  I wrote the above chapter in Macs, where I am now actually.  Also I'm reviewing a story that I nearly finished before, having finally got hold of some of my old files. The Lord of All, anyone remember that one?

*As well as all the other unspeakable things.
Fiction Park / Re: The Other One.
« Last post by NicTei on June 09, 2019, 08:40:36 PM »
Hm, I'd say he starts looking at the seediest place he can think of, where shady people are likely to gather. Maybe a bar with a bad reputation in a part of town with a bad reputation? :shrug:

Fiction Park / The Other One. Part II - Wake.
« Last post by newchinaren on June 09, 2019, 03:56:02 PM »
    Mike woke up trembling.  This wasn't news to him of course.  It had been a week now, and people were only just beginning to leave him alone.  The cops, having lost the woman, had followed their standard protocol and arrested anyone nearby, regardless of evidence and circumstance.  Of course, that had meant Mike in this case, as he was the only civilian available.

    He'd been dragged, beaten, partly burned and bloody as he was, in handcuffs, to the station and subject to a barrage of questions from a series of angry coppers.

    Possibly because he was still stunned from the whole incident he'd simply refused to answer any questions at all, much to their growing anger.  If his brief hadn't turned up when she did, it was likely he'd have 'fallen down some stairs'.  As it was, he'd been advised to shut up, not a problem, whilst she had stern words with the authorities. 

    A short time later he'd been unceremoniously ejected from the station and allowed to wander home, a period of time he couldn't remember.  The ordeal wasn't over though.  The whole thing had been caught on the stores' CCTV, which was leaked online, and it had become an overnight sensation.  The woman was now number one on the wanted list of just about everyone, from the law to news stations to every single person on social media.

    Despite all the infamy, the woman remained at large.  The same couldn't be said for Mike though, and he'd had buy a new phone and crash at a friends', currently unused, bachelor pad.   He'd very quickly given up going online.

    Of course, the police had interviewed him several more times.  He'd stuck to his story, which was the truth, now backed up by the CCTV footage, and they'd eventually left him alone, though not before a series of very specific threats. 

    Several reporters had tracked him down as well, but he'd managed, with some difficulty to avoid them.

    So now he lay on his bed and quivered. Finally alone. 

    And despite everything, all he could think about was

She'd destroyed his life, and his workplace, caused him a great deal of pain and suffering, and yet all he could think about was the kiss!  He had to see her again!  It was crazy he knew, but she was like a drug, and he was addicted, and addicted hard. 

He made a decision.  Pulling himself up, he swung his legs over the side of the bed.  He would see her again.  He didn't know how, considering she'd vanished off the face of the earth - the cops had run into a dead end – no fingerprints, no trace from the weapons, nothing from the public - but he knew he would see her again.

But where to start looking?

So, obvious question here then, where does he start?  All suggestions, obvious and otherwise, welcome!

Thank you for reading, and contributing.
Phoenix Chronicles / Re: ~Foundation: Introduction~
« Last post by Phoenix on June 05, 2019, 10:06:28 AM »
I started fifteen back in April, but stuff has happened-and I've been distracted which is why I haven't finished it yet. Life..stuff. You know.

I can post more if people have caught up though. We're sitting at chapter seven so far, and I have fourteen complete overall so far.
Public Plaza / Re: Read me pleadings here
« Last post by newchinaren on June 05, 2019, 06:45:17 AM »
I'll try and get on it, though been a bit busy lately, and also internet problems.  >:(
Poets Promenade / Re: The Phoenix's call
« Last post by newchinaren on June 05, 2019, 06:42:52 AM »
I usually rate poetry down there amongst malaria,pineapples*, coriander** and uncontrollable vomiting, but I liked this.  :thumb:

* They're an abomination
** Also abomination
Public Plaza / Re: Read me pleadings here
« Last post by Phoenix on June 04, 2019, 09:43:23 PM »
Kind of feels like I've hijacked this thread to plead to everyone to read stuff.  :pokestick:
Other people do realise they can post here? I'm kind of lonely on my own.  :write:

I still need people to have a look through Foundation: Introduction when they can?
I'm going to see about asking the mods for a begging emote.. Kind of feels fitting for this thread.   :shrug:
Welcome Hall / Re: Say Hello! :)
« Last post by Phoenix on June 04, 2019, 09:40:38 PM »
 :pointandlaugh: I forgot that Nic-name.. (See what I did there? Nope? ... Uh....  :ninja:)

It certainly has been a while China! How've you been? Not to bad I hope.  :thumb:
Poets Promenade / Envy
« Last post by Phoenix on June 04, 2019, 09:35:23 PM »
(A song I wrote a number of years ago. Found a handwritten version that my mum dropped off with a bunch of other pieces. Just recently updated a little.

One of my favourite poems/songs I've ever written.)

Written by Kirsty (‘Phoenix’)Wheeler

   We all hold a form of glory,
   One that hides our disguise.
   Please-just listen to this story,
   Then decide if they’re all lies.

(Verse 1)
   If you walk out the rusty gate,
   You will see the only boy,
   Everyone else is tied up in hate,
   They don’t listen to his story.

(Verse 2)
   His eyes have become so dark,
   As he holds the pain inside.
   His heart may never heal, and mark
   The day his mother died.

   They’ll never be like you,
   Never be as brave nor strong.
   It’s up to you to change your view,
   On what is going on.

   This tale needs to be spoken,
   Needs to be remembered and told.
   So the ones that feel broken,
   Can feel warm-not cold.

(Verse 3)
   If you walk along you will view,
   The lonely girl with hidden seams.
   Moving through another avenue,
   With her long forgotten dreams.

(Verse 4)
   Unable to laugh, unable to play,
   Unable to move forward or
   Be able to move away-
   Is this something you can ignore?


(End-Verse 7)
   These words may seem to weak,
   But the reason behind them to strong.
   Remember, we are all unique-
   So why can’t we get along?
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