Sword Art Online: Reconfiguration - Chapter One by KoH4711, literature
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Sword Art Online: Reconfiguration - Chapter One
Night descended over the Town of Beginnings like a blanket thrown over a child, the cerulean skies yielding to a faint gold then a fiery red before the sun disappeared over the horizon. Replaced with an inky blank, stars flickered into view on the faux sky projected onto the ceiling of the flying castle's first level. The transition was rendered perfectly, the unique landscape of Aincrad offering a view unrivaled anywhere on Earth. A young programmer spent months studying the precise details of sunsets across the globe, determined to make a spectacle unlike any other. Though many still cast their gaze skyward, no one paid the sunset much atte
Path of the Just: Carnivorous Habits - Chapter Two by KoH4711, literature
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Path of the Just: Carnivorous Habits - Chapter Two
“Do you have any idea how disgusting that is?”
“Seems perfectly natural to me.”
“That's because you're naturally disgusting.”
“Tch. Jealousy's such an ugly thing.”
I let that one pass, and instead just glared at him across the booth. My literal partner in crime reposed on the other side of the booth, stretched out to take up as much of the long bench seat as possible. He's grown his hair long in the front and swept it down across his muzzle, covering the right side of his face. He claimed it added to his “rouge-ish good looks”, but I knew it also hid a long scar on his cheek. Eve
Path of the Just: Carnivorous Habits - Chapter One by KoH4711, literature
Literature
Path of the Just: Carnivorous Habits - Chapter One
Sometimes it’s not about what you do, but who you stand up to.
I know, it sounds horribly trite, maybe even dancing on the border of cliche. It’s worth mentioning that things become cliches because they’re quite often true. Your people honor lots of folks who stood in the face of overwhelming odds(and more often than not, common sense) because they wanted to do The Right Thing. No doubt it’s been said better in the past, probably by someone capable of breaking out a coat of English Lit polish to make it really shine. The underlying truth remains the same, though, and my words would look great caved in marble and grani
Path of the Just: Whose Woods These Are by KoH4711, literature
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Path of the Just: Whose Woods These Are
Tools lay strewn about her desk: rulers, French curves and a book of stencils, along with the pencils and markers she'd used to complete the piece. A pair of scissors lay in wait next to a bottle of glue, with small piles of silver and gold glitter not far away. A few flecks of the glitter dotted her russet and cream colored fur, and she'd not managed to completely remove the glob of glue that had fallen onto her long tail. Clean up come come later. Completing her task remained paramount.
Before the child began work on the current project, she first turned her attention to decorating the monochromatic room with cutouts of Christmas trees a