Literature-Accepted

Do Net Navis Dream? Warning: Sensitive topics such as violence and self harm discussed. Viewer discretion advised A mostly empty cafeteria. Adults were blending their coffee or protein shakes while Dannyela picked up a tea drink before heading to the labs. Today was her turn to open the room. Clean whatever junk that was missed from yesterday. Turn on the computers. Warm up the generators. Launch each field. Measure the energy rates. Leaders’ meeting will commence after the all-clear. Stay behind the glass and monitor for the rest of the day. She discarded her so-called breakfast at the office to finish her tasks. This is their ritual. But before the meetings, the floor is theirs. Dannyela circled the room and checked the door locks. Secure. She picked up her PET and SynchroChip. “Ready?” Protoman nodded. Slot-in the chip, and together they stood. CrossFusion Protoman unsheathed their blade. Viruses spawned from all corners. Concentration. A cruise through the difficulties until it

P15 It was late in the evening of the fourth day since renewing the treaty visitation. Things had been peaceful, and the Emeralians and vampires had grown rather comfortable in one another’s company. Conversations had grown casual, especially as Aisho and Devilish discovered just how little knowledge of the outside world even the Vampire Lord himself had. Mepholtius’s jaw dropped, “You don’t know what a mermaid is!?” Reggie only sipped his tea as he sat comfortably on the loveseat next to Max, who was sharpening one of Leon’s knives, “I’ve heard the name before, but I don’t know anything about them.” Max smirked as he mostly just listened to the conversation while Mepholtius spoke, “Wait, didn’t you used to travel? How have you never heard of mermaids?” Reggie shrugged, his expression solemn, “My travels… didn’t get me very far.” He looked into his cup, “In any kingdom I came to, I was either chased out or begged in private to leave by those who were too afraid to threaten me.”

Both Christina Whitemin and Nicole Lombardus sat at the big round table waiting to begin their eating contest. The contest was to see how many hot dogs they could eat before giving up and a total of 200 hot dogs were made for them. Christina faced towards Nicole who looked ready as a guard dog. “You excited to lose?” said Christina. Nicole just smiled. “You talk now and see what happens,” taunted Nicole. Finally Sarah Reue came up carrying 2 pans each filled with 20 hot dogs and both girls got to eat out of their own one. After placing them on the table, Sarah said, “Ready… GO!” Both girls started eating out of their pans, shoving hot dogs in their mouths like hungry sharks during a feeding frenzy. After two minutes both girls announced, “DONE!” Sarah came back and took both of the pans then came back with them each filled with 20 hot dogs like last time. Once again, Sarah told them to go when ready, the girls wolfed down their hot dogs like crazy, announced that they done, Sarah came

A rainy saturday morning, the car splashes through Puddles, alone on the road. There is not much Wind, But why would anyone want to be out and about in this weather? The car turns off the main road, on and slowly rolls through the narrow road between houses and pastures. The car makes one more turn, up a Steep hill. Ice and snow piles lay along the drive way. As the car is parked, the driver steels himself for what is to come. This is going to be uncomfortable at best.. He gets out, locks the car and heads towards the white house with its black trim. Some small piles of snow are melting in the flower beds. The steel gray clouds seem to boil, and Big heavy rain drops splash all around him, on him. He is soaked by the time he enters. A knot in his stomach, he feels ready to vomit. He hangs up his coat on a hook, leaving his car keys in the pocket. A patchwork sixpence gets hung on the next hook, and he steps in to the hall. The stairs and the hall make for less then 20 m walk, it feels