Category: Series

What was it in my Pocket? A Stone. The smallest stone. Almost a Pebble. Deep blue… With hints of green & purple. That’s what burned me? But it’s cold now. Why did it affect me? He looks at me. Worried or angry? With those eyes you can’t see. He doesn’t speak. I should enjoy that.…

P:”We didn’t come across anyone either. Except those who inhabit this place.” R:”We did not.” P:”And even then, we were not in danger. Apparently.” R:”What a chance.” P:”There’s something.” R:”Something?” P:”We say something when we don’t know what it is. And I don’t know what it is.” R:”Why bother speaking about something you know nothing…

Why does he look like this? P:”You didn’t answer.” R:”…” He pushes me against a tree. He doesn’t muffle me… He doesn’t move. P:”What else?” R:”Just a moment.” He must have heard something. With all the noises in here… P:”Why?” R:”Be patient.” P:”Must be a Bird.” R:”…” He removes his hands from me. P:”What are…

P:”Eat?” L:”I’d like to intercede.” P:”Alright…” R:”What do you bring us?” L:”We have more information on the Fruits we need.” R:”We listen then.” L:”We will need Mango & Ananas. For these we only need the location. We will gather the specimens latter.” P:”Ananas?” R:”Did she say anything else regarding this matter?” L:”No. There’s a margin.…

R:”Can you kill?” P:”You’re getting worse by the minute.” R:”Can you?” He shots between my feet. He gives me the gun. P:”…” I don’t want that kind of weapon. R:”Doesn’t suit your taste.” P:”That’s wrong.” R:”And what would be right?” P:”This weapon. It can only kill.” R:”Weapons are made to kill. There are also shields,…