The Golden Ass

Gauging the relaxed, calm posture of the prince, Ramses waved at the empty space in front of him. "Didn't you kill him?" "He died from his disease two weeks ago," asked Aloysius, dismissively. The Elthemian man reappeared and his form reconstructed into the startlingly handsome man in the whorechamber. The one who gave Aloysius twelve names and received the order to eliminate five of them. "Ramses, meet Nyx. The King of Shadows and the master of a thousand faces." Right before a flattered smile

After winning a golden globe, or the Heisman, or the MVP of the NBA there always comes an acceptance speech with it. It's a speech thanking all the people that helped them get to where they are as a person, and how great of an honor it is to be holding this prize etc, etc. I never understood why people did this. Was it to show humbleness? Gratitude? I always believed you’re the person you are because of you. You were the person that shaped your future and everything you accomplished was because of

Follow me. 'That fucker, he heard my conversation. Of course he can see it all.' You growled at the voice. The only difference was that his voice was echoing throughout the attraction which made Springtrap alert. 'I'm here to save you, don't worry.' You thought as you looked at Springtrap. "It's obvious that it's a trap and I don't want you to get slaughtered." "Why? So you can suffer even more? Don't be so stubborn, I'm not dying anytime soon." Springtrap growled under

Rings “George T. Slobonik, age fifty-one, passed away Wednesday, Sept. 10, at Main Town Health Facility. Husband of Rita Slobonik nee Goldrick. Resting at Kenwick Funeral Home with visitation from two to four and seven to nine on Friday. . . .” And so it read in The Observer. She lost her husband. I lost my wife a year ago. I had it figured. I’d go at five minutes to nine when everyone had cleared out. But would she remember me? It had been twenty-five years. I thought of her every day. We’d gone

selected few, the Guardians. “We can’t! We’re divided, Cassady and Sam are on the left side,” Mags said. “We need to regroup!” John activated his suit by pressing on his chest, shooting electricity through his body and suit, lighting him up in a golden flashing light. The electricity going through his armor fueled his body with a shot of adrenaline, and gave his suit a protective shield that wrapped around him. A marine activating his armor's ability is his last

The room was set up to look like Geppetto's workshop with a large bed in the centre and a naked woman laying on it. There was a cameraman whose thick framed spectacles emphasize his intrusive owl eyes: peepers that could out-stare Yakuza gang-lords. His deep vertical wrinkles on each cheek look as if this thing's creator was an incompetent child artist that didn't have an eraser to correct the mistakes from which he or she doodled. His wiry body gave off a hatchling figure, and the aquiline nose

inexperienced girl who thought that they would greet her with pleasure and do not think about their financial condition what they have or not. Then Rosaura’s mother asked her that “the problem with you …, [was] that you like to fart higher than your ass” (p.7, 11) by saying those words she wants Rosaura to understand that she had the higher expectation from the rich people society. However, she was afraid of that if her expectation breaks down she could not able to bear those

In the moments following a golden globe, or the Heisman, or the MVP of the NBA there comes an acceptance speech. I never understood why people did this. Was it to show humbleness? Gratitude? I always believed you’re the person you are because of you. You were the person that shaped your future and everything you accomplished was because of you. And yet, after getting such a prestigious award, people took the time to thank those that helped them get to where they are. Maybe they are paid to do this

The close confines of the narrow corridor gave Andreas the heebie-jeebies. He’d rather walk the foyer of Bossman’s Netherworld pad. With colossal black columns, razor-sharp shards hanging from the ceiling and devil-red eyes in the darkness tracking his steps and Hellhounds lazing in a sulfuric reek. Better than lemon-scented polish, the smell of carpet shampoo and insulated white walls guiding him to a door marked, Private. After a rap of his knuckles on dark wood, Andreas pushed open the door and

I just wanted to inform you that one of the nurses; Joyce LPN was very rude, load, and disrespectful to me in two different occasions. I will appreciate your appropriate notification to her in order to stop disruptions in the work environment. I accepted to work for Patricia Gardner for 3 nights 8/1, 8/2, 8/3 at 2nd floor. I was also scheduled to work 8/2 on 7-3 shift. On my Birthday night August 1st I accepted to come to work in the 2nd floor, I planned to share my Bd with my coworkers. Earlier