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We stumbled back to my hotel, just a few blocks away from the bar. Laughter and off tune lyrics filled the air around us. She held me tight, trying to steal some heat from me, good thing I had plenty to spare that snowy night. She looked to me, rosy cheeks and eyes, cool like the icicles that we passed on by, and smiled. I couldn't tell you if it was the considerable amount of alcohol inside of me or her that gave me the warm feeling inside, but I guess for now, it doesn't really matter. The stairs gave her more trouble than they should have, and after the third failed attempt to ascend them, I decided to throw her over my shoulder and mak

1 August 2011 Today was the last day the sky would fall. We had been told for months that there would be a meteor shower coming, that for a whole week, a whole asteroid field's worth of space debris would be raining down on us. The public was assured that nothing landing would be larger than an inch or two in diameter. Still, that is an inch or two of something that could potentially be moving at around 64 kilometers per second, I don't care if it's only anything across, that's going to hurt like hell. When the sky began to fall a week ago, I started to wear a helmet. My friends actually thought it was a good idea. That was a first. We

This had been planned for months, and I couldn't help but not sleep the night before. The day before, I had told the staff that they all had the day off, that no one was to be out of bed and in the corridors before 9am and that there would be severe consequences if they disobeyed. I made it a point to stare directly at KChan while making this point. But today, oh today would be a glorious day; everything was fitting into place so well! I had received message last night that the caterers from the east had arrived, a little earlier than expected, but that meant they could get a few hours of sleep before coming in. Somehow that caterer, Chris

This had been planned for months, and I couldn't help but not sleep the night before. The day before, I had told the staff that they all had the day off, that no one was to be out of bed and in the corridors before 9am and that there would be severe consequences if they disobeyed. I made it a point to stare directly at KChan while making this point. But today, oh today would be a glorious day; everything was fitting into place so well! I had received message last night that the caterers from the east had arrived, a little earlier than expected, but that meant they could get a few hours of sleep before coming in. Somehow that caterer, Chris

I stood there dumbfound, looking down at the blade stuck three inches deep into my chest and the only thing I could think about is how it all went wrong. For the last couple of days I spent my time working with the chefs, since the Valentine Masquerade had gone so well. They thought we could all benefit from working together for a little while longer, which was just the excuse I needed to stay and finish what I couldn't in the days before. There was no specific place for me in the kitchen, I was a little bit of everything, so they had me working on their end game, their presentation. It was slightly less exciting than carving chunks of mea

She stood there, gazing out into the distance. Moments before dawn, she walks up to the large window in the main entrance; face almost pressed against the glass. This assignment is almost too easy. I had spent morning after morning, searching for the right place to approach from, somewhere concealed even if she decides to ponder her surroundings. I almost decided on a distance attack from the second floor, I would have a clear line of sight as she came in from the south hall and hitting her with a mild paralytic from there would allow me to finish her quietly afterwards. It sounded perfect, out of sight and completely masked by the looming

KChan would kill me if she ever were to know how early I would wake in order to watch my home rise to greet the new day. Some days I laugh thinking I was never head of this household, she only lets me believe I am, and she could take it away at any moment. I keep my sleeping clothes on, as an excuse in case I'm caught. I needed water, I was hungry, oh, where am I? And socks, I always forget my socks, and then half way down the main hallway I can hear my own footsteps echoing and I want to slap myself in the forehead. I walked toward my chest of clothing and stopped. There, by my door was the pair of fuzzy slippers I had bought on my last