The lawyer bit her lower lip while checking out Julia’s attire. All of her clothes were new, as in the only things she found in the donation box that fit her. She had on a faded pair of jeans rolled up because they were too long, a plain t-shirt, and a spring windbreaker that was two sizes too big. I’m wearing everything I own.
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Surprisingly, those words left Anna drained. Then again, after all that exertion and a nasty fall, one had to expect to pay the price. — So why am I comfortably numb?
It was not until the bulk of her torso was out of the water that Anna experienced the effects of gravity. Her backpack dug into her shoulders, and her breasts tugged at her chest. Even her outfit made her feel heavy, and realised how much water supported her weight.#AmEditingpic.twitter.com/8ScCtKEtww
“The intelligence I got indicates that the entrance to the new facility will be found under the old vault.” Evelyn said. “How do they know to bring Ulia here?” she asked, thinking this would throw the vampire for a loop. “Where do you think I got mine from?”#AmEditingpic.twitter.com/NbW3dwzxK6
“…submarine?” Anna guessed but figured that would not be the answer. “Non,” Evelyn said with a giggle. Given that Anna would not come up with another guess, Evelyn yanked on the canvas and let it slip from off the answer. Anna had come across the wrecks…#AmEditingpic.twitter.com/Y6xCLHESAf
The distance between them grew while Anna became distracted by some of the advertisements left over from before the fall. One featured that same perky breasted mermaid, posing against that spectacular underwater city.
The curves went wide to account for a generous bust. The fact that every step was causing them to jiggle fascinated Anna, since water did much to reduce that effect. Although, when they were that size, they tended to have a mind of their own underwater. #AmEditing#WritersCafepic.twitter.com/Bq2lKaFwnR
Breanna snapped up from the console, and left a puddle of drool on the surface. Her eyelids felt as though they weighed a ton, and with some effort she managed to pry them open. What a shame, the world turned out to be nothing more than a haze.
As her eyes focused on Mason, she realised that her mind had been exploring a memory. Now she hated him even more for taking her out of it.
“What?” Breanna asked annoyed.
“Any updates?” Mason queried.
“What? Oh!” Breanna said while she wiped the drool off her display.
Her fingers glided over the display with more difficulty than usual, and she grimaced every time the wrong functions were triggered. Breanna’s mind was lingering on that memory and would not compensate for her smaller, thicker, and less agile digits.
Eventually, she had the information they sought and said, “Nothing yet.”
Mason asked, “How much time do you need?”
“The system is running at full capacity,” Breanna said. “Since the shockwave really messed things up, we will need a lot of resources to unravel what happened.”
Mason looked around the room. In the back corner, Brett was replacing the floor tiles one at a time. Every move he made was slow and laborious; his mind was clearly not in it. All of their minds were wandering.
“Okay. Go home,” Mason said.
Breanna blinked several times and was severely tempted to pinch herself. Nonetheless, she thought it best to confirm, “What?”
“You’re running on fumes,” Mason said. “We all are. So let’s leave these systems on auto. We can check on them tomorrow.”
Breanna did not need to be told twice. She grabbed her coat and phone before heading towards the door. Then it occurred to her that it was probably sensible to smile and thank him.
“Thanks,” Breanna said with a meek smile. “Have a good night,” she added, managing to sound sincere.
Mason spotted Brett trying to make a break for the door, “You’ll need to close up this floor before you leave.”
Brett looked as though he was about to toss out one of his witty remarks, but reason must have gotten the better of him. Without a word, he turned around and headed directly for the stack of tiles.
Breanna smiled, and for a split second did not hate Mason that much. Although, this would wear off when that ass reverted to his regular charming self.
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Clara Grey’s parents once said that the world was a dark and dangerous place. There was more truth than fiction to those words. There were things that lurked in the shadows which defied the laws of nature: perversions that fed on the dead, terrorised the living, or escaped the chill touch of the grave.
Clara is a member of the Tower, a religious order of hunters who work outside the confines of the Church. As keepers of the arcane, her order takes an active role to counter these threats. The life of a hunter can be short, and many disappear before their training is completed. So, what does it take to succeed against all odds?
Explore Clara’s origin, a child born before the dawn of the twentieth century. Witness her rigorous training, how she faces adversity, and fights in the Great War to become the derringer wielding flapper she is.
Throughout her tale, keep in mind that no matter the threat, a gal has to look out for herself after all.
Clara walked through the Terminus’ sections until she found the door leading to her destination. While the gates were designed to travel one way, the doors themselves shifted and moved. Otherwise, given time, an individual could map out the Terminus in its entirety.
Now, she stood before the door and opened it. Clara never liked to dwell on what was about to happen, so she just stepped through.
This time, things were different. Normally, the transition was effortless, and the traveller simply found herself in a new location. This time, the transition was anything but instant and felt like she was being pulled in every direction. Clara opened her eyes and saw a whitewashed world, similar to the one found outside of the Tower.
Unlike the faded memory that was Pompeii, the world before her was changing at a fantastical rate. No one had ever mentioned being conscious during transitions.
“So why am I seeing this,” Clara wondered.
With that thought came a whoosh followed by a ball of fire that was gaining on her. Clara looked about, but found no way to push herself forward or manoeuvre. For better or for worse, she was stuck in transit until she reached her destination.
Moments before the ball of flame enveloped her, Clara felt cool grass beneath her bare feet. She instinctively rolled away and sensed a blast of heat pass over her.
Her eyes took a while to adjust, but she soon witnessed the carnage. The door itself had been blown from its hinges, rendering the gateway inoperative. Clara noted how debris was spread out all over the area and that the luscious green grass had been scorched… Just like the top of her outfit.
“I liked that top,” Clara said while brushing any dirt from her shoulders.
Clara quickly scanned over her surroundings to make sure there were no witnesses. Fortunately, no one had been visiting this graveyard. Odd, it should have been night. Clara had expected to be under the cover of the waxing moon.
Instead, the sun was a quarter of the way up in the deep blue sky. So unless she had been pulled out of time, Clara must have reached an alternate gate. Did that explain the feeling of being pulled in multiple directions?
“Horsefeathers,” Clara exclaimed. “So, where am I,” she asked.
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