ReroutedAnother seventy-two characters, another seventy-two grand. Each and every keystroke only lead the conductor of cybernetic calamity towards greater archives of digital riches and rewards. Tap-tap-tap and up went an idle copy of a firewall’s coding, a program completely identical to the original, but with so many more wounds to open. A simple six-digit code and one could take an electric vacuum to the account and drag away every cent they could find. Just a single perk that came with the ever-rewarding occupation of cyber-smuggler.Rerouted by AnUnfoldedPaperTiger
And today? Today had been an absolutely prodigious day for cyber-smuggling. Late Saturday had arrived early, coming ‘round the clock at a record time of 4:45. By the time the global alarms went off, every man-operated cyber-surveillance system had been dropped in favor of the raising of glasses and the imbibing of the night. Entire ethereal warehouses of nothing but bank accounts, shipping routes, shareholder stocks and top-secret information block
Legend of Moon clan ~55~ Future hopes (LATE)Sahara’s heart lurched at Orion’s sudden appearance as Slayer’s anger practically caused the room to rise in temperature.Legend of Moon clan ~55~ Future hopes (LATE) by StarscreamLove
“O-Orion, what are you doing here?” Sahara asks worriedly, attempting to get between Orion and Slayer.
“Yeah, Orion, why are you here?” Slayer growls angrily, clenching his fists.
“I recommend you chill out, Slayer,” Orion directs him coolly. “You’re not the only tough guy around.”
“Oh, really? I can bet you’re not one of them…” Slayer’s eyes blaze with anger as he tries to make his way around Sahara, but she holds him back.
“Orion, I-I think you should leave…” Sahara declares, holding Slayer’s arm firmly.
“No. This is getting ridiculous,” Orion crosses his arms. “I can’t take it anymore.”
“W-What…?” Sahara looks at him, confused.
“I can’t take your arguing, your lack of hope, your l
The Alverdale Tangle - Act 4. Chpt - 10The Grand PosseThe Alverdale Tangle - Act 4. Chpt - 10 by Sleyf
The Midnight Crow is at large terrorising the roads of Alverdale, stealing from the rich and giving to the poor like that most famous of outlaws. Walking into Sandwell’s shop that day, drags Gabriel into another one of Jonathan’s hair-brained scenes, one that promises great rewards this time.
Gabriel hadn't been able to show his face around Miss Morton for a while after Sandwell's dress fiasco, making some kind of pathetic excuse every time Celeste invited him somewhere. He was conscious that it had been the cowardly option, but was unable to handle the shame― until he’d been shot, and shame had flown out the window in favour of necessity.
A necessity he was glad of, as it had brought he and Celeste closer― in a strictly professional respect of course.
In a sense it made being shot seem worth i
The Child And The PreacherI rememberThe Child And The Preacher by xxdraxx
The boy's eyes
As the preacher spoke:
In your mind.
Let it blossom
On the brightest
Of sun days."
He was never told
That his mind
Would be watered
The Alverdale Tangle - Act 4. Chpt - 6MoonlightThe Alverdale Tangle - Act 4. Chpt - 6 by Sleyf
Invited to attend the banquet at Clearwater by Mademoiselle D’Arriet, William struggles with inhibitions regarding the name of Edward Clarence. Battling with feelings of dread and revulsion that he as yet cannot explain, Ashcliffe seeks out Imogen to apologise for not attending.
He pushed his way through the bushes, only to find a wall blocking his path. Glancing up, it was easy to reach the top if he jumped whilst holding the handle of his violin case in his teeth. He could have tossed it over, but he had no idea what lay on the other side and it seemed like such an unnecessary thing to do.
Pulling himself over the wall William paused a moment while half over, glancing this way and that around the dark yard, listening. He could see the light in one of the top windows of the house flicker as a shadow passed, and then it went out, l
TreatyThe long warTreaty by xxdraxx
Between the heart and brain
A treaty has been signed.
Bringing harmony between self
We call it poetry.
Needing YouI am writing this letterNeeding You by AnUnfoldedPaperTiger
Two weeks in advance, for I
Cannot pay the fare for anything
Faster. I am unable to deliver this
Myself because I will be long across
The highway. But I have overcome the
Distance, so let me continue.
I am writing this letter as if I would
A vision, because messages are more easily
Remembered when shown, not told.
When the words lose their form and
The ink shifts and morphs into what is
Meant to be seen.
I am writing this to you because
I am going off to war, against
An unbeaten enemy whose backgrounds
Have been burned. I know that I
Must rise up to meet the road,
But I must ask you this.
Will you still be there,
Waiting with a smile and a shrug
Saying “‘Bout time you showed up”
Will you still be sitting
On your front porch steps,
Whittling away like some
Will you still need me
After I’ve left and gone?
Because I’ll still need you.
Scraps of WarIf I gathered everything,Scraps of War by AnUnfoldedPaperTiger
The guns, the garments, the badges and bombs,
From every war that's ever been waged
Would I be able to sew together, to burn with bronze
Wings for the fallen so that they might
Could I give their beloveds enough fire and powder
To ignite the lives that they too swiftly lost?
If I collected every spec of scorched earth
That remained of once-standing cities
Would it be enough to build something
Could I take the shattered remains of
Oceanside bluffs and bustling metropoli
And form something that shall stand eternal?
If I counted the years
That every soldier lost during
His life on the battlefield
Could I finally achieve immortality?
Would I be able to stop my hair
From graying? To stop the clock
From ticking? To stop the world
The Journey of SongHow do I sing? Myself and others haveThe Journey of Song by AnUnfoldedPaperTiger
Demanded a harmony to the melody;
An answer to a question. Perhaps I may
Before I begin, the song must precede me.
Sometimes it rocks my arms, legs and chest
In tune with velvet swells or gently raises me
In the symphony's opening
From there the storm begins.
Fire burns with golden fury.
Silvery raindrops fall from an ashen overcast,
Exploding at the sound of black thunder and the flash
Of white lightning. Magnificence strikes the stage!
I howl with the wind.
Rage serenity, beauty, madness.
Stardust, moonlight, firestorms, blizzards.
I take all of them and call upon their power.
One by one, they energize, flaring and bursting
With the zenith of the sun.
Empyrya, Inferno, Asphodel and beyond.
Traveling across the planes, I continue my ascension.
I race the melody,
Meeting its challenge as I
Loop, whirl, spiral and spin
Into the trance that enraptures me.
I cannot break from it. It is not my desire to.
The melody, however, begi