He span, his attempted parry still in motion, and felt his opponent's blade enter his side. A feeble end to a failed rebellion. @130story
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He span, his attempted parry still in motion, and felt his opponent's blade enter his side. A feeble end to a failed rebellion. @130story
...she set the autonav and the vessel swung to point at the Tagyl system...depleted Syra slumped back and switched off to sleep...@130story
He spent his whole life fretting over the point of it all. As he took his last breaths he realised...it was simply...to live. @130story
She inwardly winced as he emphasised his point by tapping the top of 18th century tea caddy where she'd hidden the flash card... @130story
Old sea-captains order me about. Everybody is served the same way. All hands should rub each other's shoulder-blades; be content. @130story