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 Thaddeus's hands were tied together with rope behind his back, and his two elven captors were holding him by the arms as they dragged him through their dungeon.  "How cliché," Thaddeus muttered as he noted the barred iron cages set into rock in the dark, damp atmosphere. One of the elves eyed him suspiciously. "Whatever do you mean by that?" he inquired, hefting Thaddeus along still. Thaddeus just shrugged, "I mean, have you ever been to the Centerverse?" The elf shook his head. "Thought so. What I mean is, your dungeon here, it's just so...typical." "Well I don't rightly care what you find 'typical', runt. My job is to lock you

I am not like the other kids. I know that I'm not. If you ask a kid what he sees in the night sky, he says stars. If you ask him what the stars look like, he tells you they're like small twinkling lights. But what happens if you ask me? I don't see small twinkling lights. Because that's not what those are. I see them all. The stars, they're all giant, fiery balls of gas. And they're all massive. How can the other kids call them small, when they make us look like microbes? We're the small ones. But they don't see that. I can see it all, every star, every planet, every moon, every galaxy. It's all right here. Like a memory, but in real-time.

Peric and Aenor were sitting on a bench on the edge of Rorikstead, watching the approach of dusk on a chilly Frostfall evening. There was a chill to the wind, which was of little bother to Peric, and completely unnoticed by Aenor with his Nord blood protecting him from the cold. The two sat in silence, appreciating the beauty of a good sunset and remaining weary after a long, hard day of work. But the silence was short lived, as the two would always wind up chattering about the days affairs. "Have you been to Morvar's today?" Aenor asked, his gaze still fixed on the skyline. "No, why do you ask?" Peric looked over at Aenor, curious. "I was j

Marley, Arizona July 14, 1984 Keith Woodley was driving down the dusty road to his home town. He kind of liked the way the dust flew behind his wheels, even though he wasn't going too fast. There was not a car in the road ahead of him, so he had no problem constantly looking into the rearview mirror to watch the dust fly. Oh what a simple joy, Keith thought. Keith was a man that was easily pleased. After all, all it took was this little bit of dust and he was happy. No matter that his wife recently divorced him, that he was almost sure he was about to get fired. Which, thinking on it, is bad. He's part of a secret government agency. You don'

Bahahahaha! What, you seriously thought that's how I'd end this story? Surely not. Ye of little faith, dost thou not know the power of a seriously injured lovestruck boy? He'll never give up that easily. He won't stop until Charlotte's his or he's dead. I mean, he got hit by a car and that didn't stop him either...so yeah. But no chapter 10 yet. I am tired, and frankly...some things are going on. We'll see about chapter 10 in the future, though. We'll see.

And that's all there ever was. Was that one kiss. It was actually really awkward. After it, Charlotte left the room for a while, and when she came back they didn't even acknowledge it. To make a long, boring story short, Darren got better. Charlotte and Darren grew up and stayed close friends, but that's it. Charlotte dated a few guys here and there, eventually found the right one, got married, had kids, had a nice, happy life. Since her and Darren lived close still, they remained best friends for life. As for Darren? Well, obviously he was a bit disappointed in how things turned out with Charlotte. And the fact that he never got a girlfrien