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Eleven Days Later…   Atlantic Aftermath       The smell of bacon and grilled cheese wafts through the air, making my mouth water and stomach growl. God… I’m so hungry. Again. I’ve eaten twice already and it’s not even noon yet; something that seems to be happening more and more lately. Stress, I think to myself. It must be stress. The ding of the order bell rings loudly in my ears, making me wince against the piercing sound, wishing to God I had ear buds. I don’t remember it… अधिक पढ़ें

Chaos in Paradise     My brain spins inside my skull, unable to function. Not after what I just saw. At least…what I think I just saw. Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!!! Suddenly, I want to shake myself. Hard. For crying out loud, mermaids aren’t even real! They don’t exist outside of musical animations. They’re just a myth; like unicorns and pygmy trolls and sparkly vampires. My subconscious is most likely playing dirty tricks on me because I’ve always compared her to Disney’s Little Mermaid. That has to be… अधिक पढ़ें

A Fish     All I can do is stand there, completely numb, my arms and legs becoming impossibly heavy, as if they’re being pumped full of liquid steel. Commotion ensues all around me, a collective ruckus with no beginning or end, growing by the second, but I continue to stand there in silence, my breathing becoming more and more shallow and erratic. This. Is. Not. Real. This. Is. Not. Happening. It just isn’t. There is simply no way in hell any of this is real. None. I repeat this… अधिक पढ़ें

Turning Water into Wine…and Glass?     This is bad. Really bad. Even though I knew in my gut that this would be the outcome, somewhere inside, I still wished I’d be wrong; that for once, a futile situation would somehow take a positive turn. But no such luck. I was right. A-fucking-gain. I’m so sorry, Mike. I slowly levitate the motionless mermaid from underneath the mass of debris and other dead matter, being careful not to move her already fragile, decomposing body around too much. This is going to… अधिक पढ़ें

Mikailiel     As if on cue, an all too familiar voice screeches through the discord out of nowhere; loud, angry, and hysterical, violently catapulting me out of my thoughts. “Soorah!” Oh, fuck. Demetri and I whip around to see Reaper coming our way at full speed, yelling at the top of his lungs. Of all the motherfuckers in the multiverse to deal with right now! The infamously ill-tempered Silver Reaper from the clan of Yorthi, son of decorated Silver Reaper Liolis, and the faithful lover of the mermaid, Soorah:… अधिक पढ़ें

Mission Semi-Impossible     We’re already seven and a half minutes in, phasing and relocating any surviving mortals we’ve been able to get our hands on in time; alternating between moving them into smaller water bodies, including the Ganges and the Red and Mediterranean Seas, and spiriting them directly to the Pacific and Indian Oceans depending on their currents and respective levels of hydro traffic—which, in a situation like this, is constantly high and in flux for pretty much all of them. The whole thing has panned out to be… अधिक पढ़ें

Breaking News       Bright splashes of neon light singe my eyes despite the surrounding darkness in the club, making me squint as my head continues to throb. Fluorescent hues of pink, green, yellow, purple and every other color you can think of shine brightly as they dance over the furniture, upholstery, and patrons—several of whom are completely intoxicated now. The multicolored confetti of light emanates from glow sticks, pseudo flames, lava lamps, and disco balls; all spilling, intersecting, and meshing into each other over the club’s refined interior…. अधिक पढ़ें

Protocol     A collective “What-the-fuck?” ensues, everyone’s shock apparent and obvious. Not only are the wavelengths shooting off the charts in all the zones that no longer have an active magnetic or electromagnetic field, but their frequencies are going berserk as well. I shake my head slowly. “I don’t understand,” I say, my voice unsure for the first time in a long time. “These frequencies are almost identical to the wavelengths. Wavelength and frequency are inversely proportional, not directly.” My eyes narrow at the charts and numbers in front… अधिक पढ़ें

Dispatch     I walk briskly through the wide entryway of the Academi. My loud footsteps fall harshly against the web of gold, silver, and bronze flooring and I’m almost positive I’m leaving shoe prints in the weaved, multi-metal finish. Demetri and Sato fall to either side of me, their own hurried footsteps blending in perfect synchrony with mine as they move with equal urgency. Moments later, we’re walking into the Command Center, and all the Reapers I’d requested less than thirty minutes ago are already gathered here, standing at… अधिक पढ़ें

Suspension     My eyes remain fixated on what I see—or rather, what I don’t see. Two words vanish right before me; right before my naked eyes. The bold, capitalized words, ‘ATLANTIC OCEAN.’ The same words my hand slid over while I held on to the globe for support. I quickly bring my palms up to my face, observing my fingertips, looking for smudges of black ink. There are none. Nothing to show that the writing rubbed off them, no evidence that the words had even been on the globe… अधिक पढ़ें