Stormflux: My City Stormflux is my city, and it’s alive. Cars whiz along amber roads beneath me, winding around and through imposing constructs. We revel in little slights at nature, building towers to scrape storms as they pass. Every spire glows, radiating individual company colors and logos, illuminating the silent night. None glow as vibrantly or exquisitely as the central tower of Vexed Inc., my throne. A single room surrounded by a solid pure crystalline panel curving to encompass its entirety and a translucent grey elevator framed by a clear spiral staircase, offers the best view in and of the city. I gaze out, surveying the scene. Before me t
Library loveThousands of books lay on shelves before her. Their covers ranged from dull dark colours to bright beautiful patterns, some covered in dust and some not. All were arranged by the author’s last name and not the dew decimal system. It’s partially why she enjoyed coming to this library so much, it was different than all the rest. She also loved the fact that the library had comfortable green arm chairs to sit in to read the day away. Of course those are the only reasons. It had nothing to do with the fact that she loved to stare at the young man in his early 20’s just a little older than her. He used to read books to the child
Cheryl Lockner, The Detached Detective A trench coat caresses a trim figure, a bowler eclipses the face in shadow, a novel constantly at hand, and a pipe puffing … bubbles, dastardly bubbles. Cheryl Lockner, or Shirley Loc for short, best private eye of everything she spies over-top her book. Being the foremost expert she can find a mystery on any shelf or just across the street. She is a living homage to her favorite detective with the deductive prowess of a squirrel on coffee, resulting in logical leaps and bounds. Yet no matter how flawed her reasoning the conclusion miraculously rings true. Friends fear her disastrous timing and knack for appearing unexpectedly wh
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