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Silent Boy - Chapter 16 - EndSilenceSilent Boy - Chapter 16 - End
The funeral home was small, crowded, and yet, despite the amount of breathing humans, they did not speak above a whisper. Vases of flowers had been placed fashionably about the rooms, their perfume mingling with the salty stench of tears dripping down one's visage. The people were dressed in gratuitous layers of black; women's make-up stained and smudged whilst men comforted them, fighting off their own tornadoes of emotions. It was heated, the room, much too hot and I was sweating in my suit.
My hands had found their places in my back pockets, gripping onto a yellowing piece of paper that had not left my sig


It Not-Starts in San FranciscoThe dark-haired boy with sober gray eyes and what looked like a permanently grave face stepped off of the slightly slanted, creaky cable car and onto the street. A rucksack hung off of his slender shoulders, a gray sweatshirt with rolled up sleeves adorning half of his body, going down to his mid-thighs. And when the boy stepped off the cable car onto the steep road, he couldn't resist a slight smile as he breathed in the polluted, new air; the pedestrians, visitor or otherwise, ignored him, continued on their merry ways as the new boy with dark hair and stormy eyes took in the sights of this new city.It Not-Starts in San Francisco
Shops were open and prosper


The Green TunicThe Green TunicThe Green Tunic
He fingered the green fabric, letting his fingertips dance across the rough, worn cloth, wincing slightly when an unhealed cut or two touched the chainmail underneath. His feet barely touched the bustling river below, icy cold droplets reaching up and licking the callouses every once in a while; his leather boots had been thrown haphazardly next to him as he had rolled up his leggings. His blond hair brushed against his eyes, irritating them ever-so-slightly, and he shook his head as though a dog or a wolf or some other type of canine, striking blue eyes continuing to gaze at the tunic that continued to serve as h


LuscaraLuscaraLuscara
Computers whirred and glass met glass, clinking loudly. The room smelt of chemicals, intruding and viral to one's nose, as darkness wafted about the head like a gust of wind from a hurricane. The sole source of light appeared in the form of infrared lights hanging above a plastic table adorned with beakers and test tubes and Bunsen burners. Softly, music played in the background; heavy guitar riffs and aggressive drums met with the lullaby of a woman's voice.
A lanky figure appeared under the lights, white lab coat curtaining about his body as he held up a pair of beakers containing purple and red liquids. Th

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