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Umbra - Ch2. Shadowman
The trees rustled in such a way that blanketed the night with an eerie coldness. The street lamps should have flickered on and off like they had for years, but tonight there was a shadow in the air. It was thick and looming, and people avoided the night if they could. Few souls walked the streets, but those who made their way home walked quicker tonight.
Hed spent all day at the office. His boss knew it was a public holiday, and he knew Jack could have used the day off to prepare for his exams. Those exams would allow Jack into the weekly planning meetings, and everyone knew Jack was a far better planner than the section boss. Jacks boss knew it too, and so he never gave Jack the chance.
It was cold and hed forgotten his jacket. Rubbing his hands together for warmth, he could have sworn theyd turned purple. They ached and cracked as he slipped them into his pockets, making his way down the stairs to the subway.
He was alone on the platform, as always. No, not al
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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