Wherever You Go, There You Are... by Chaosfive-55, literature
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Wherever You Go, There You Are...
Lubbock is as the surface of the Moon, Mandan's hills sleep and dream; The fogs of London drift and chill Pedestrians to the bone... Jupiter's moons go racing round Their master's immense girth, But Antares dwarfs us all in size, If size is all we're worth... There is a place in the Cosmos vast For each of us, great or small, Where everything is just so, at last, No worries there to gall.
The Birth of Chrysalis by Chaosfive-55, literature
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The Birth of Chrysalis
Now, in order to relate the title-related story, I have to introduce you to some of the protagonists, first! Those of you who are familiar with Varda Astaldo, that intrepid, copper-tressed Amazon crusader against evil, know that she left her home world of Pallas Artemisia at the age of eighteen to join Galactic Fleet Academy, and that she made a name for herself as a fighter pilot during the Zhydon Invasion (indeed, she was instrumental in blowing up the main Hive of those ruthless insectoids and ending the war)--I may not have mentioned that Varda was not the first Amazon from her world to join Galactic Defense Fleet. A friend of hers, Sari Ling of Pnaar, had joined the Academy a year earlier and served in the same squadron as Varda (3903rd Squadron, XV Fleet) during the Zhydon War. After the invasion was squashed, Varda and Sari resigned their commissions and returned to their home-world, but Galactic Defense has them on a kind of retainer, so they perform trouble-shooting
It was sometime in the autumn of 19-- that I got in my motor-car and sped off into the countryside to consult Dr. Montague Mortimer McGuff--"Monty Morty" to his surviving friends--about the ruins of Stenholm Abbey and the obscure horror which had caused the inexplicable deaths of two visitors and the madness of a third. If anyone could ferret out the cause of such weird and tragic events, I knew it would be Monty Morty, whose country estate conveniently lay a mere dozen miles from the legendary ruins. Dr. McGuff resides in a cozy two-story cottage on the outskirts of Drewidston, an odd little village of some 150 odd residents; as one may infer from the etymology, "Drewidston" is a phonetic corruption of Druids' town, and indeed there is a ring of concentric standing stones just south of the village bounds, although its provenance is questionable. The stones are visible from the road as one drives into town, and I happened to spy the unmistakable figure of Monty Morty puttering about
The Confession of D.G.Y. by Chaosfive-55, literature
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The Confession of D.G.Y.
Don't think for a moment that I am admitting to anything, is that clear? I never so much as DREAMED of doing anything in that grotesque indictment...I hope that this statement--statement, NOT 'confession'-- will clear up this entire matter so I can get back home. My name is Darnell Gustave Yves and I reside at 47 W. Ungl Avenue, Arkham...what's that? Yes, U-N-G-L, no other vowels. Don't ask me where the name came from, it's a weird town; I only live there because I study at Miskatonic University. I won't live on campus, I've heard too many unsettling stories from my classmates. I am an Art major, and that's why I came to Boston--I'm writing a paper on the career of Richard Upton Pickman, who was something of a sensation when he was working here back in the mid 1920's. We know of only six of his paintings that still exist--I believe his father burned a few, after Pickman disappeared, and no museum or gallery in Boston would touch the rest; they were bought by private collectors
The Saga of Vulnavia: Chapter 3 by Chaosfive-55, literature
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The Saga of Vulnavia: Chapter 3
Vulnavia nods decisively: "Captain Sylar, take your company to Olympia Bay and let them know that I shall deal with Oboros presently...Ffej! Follow me to the top of that hill!"
I bid Sylar Arhippe a hasty farewell before turning to run after Vulnavia, who is striding purposefully in the direction of the stone-crowned tor. "Hey! Slow down, Vulnavia! We'll reach Olympia Bay long before they do, if I manage to open a Portal up there," I pant, scrambling to keep up with the valkyrie's long-legged pace.
"We needn't bother, wizard," she replies, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes; she gives me a grin, and I am instantly on the alert: "What do yo
The Saga of Vulnavia: Chapter 2 by Chaosfive-55, literature
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The Saga of Vulnavia: Chapter 2
Varda Astaldo is flying me to the Eastern Cliffs of Soronos--her Galactic Fleet fighter-ship takes us there in less than an hour, and we land about a hundred meters from the formidable edge of what was once the western lands of Vanaheim.
"Do you want me to wait here for you?" asks Varda, helping me down from the cockpit, and I scan the horizon, looking for the tell-tale glimmer of a Portal in the air.
"I don't know...that's the trouble with hopping back and forth in time," I shrug. "I might be gone only a few minutes of your time, or it could be a few days--and even then I might not return by the same portal. Give me a couple hours,
The Saga of Vulnavia: Chapter 1 by Chaosfive-55, literature
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The Saga of Vulnavia: Chapter 1
OF Vulnavia and the Sundering of Vanaheim, many songs might have been sung, but much was lost in that tumultuous epoch; yet her name continued to resound in the legends and tales which survived and were passed down to the Three Queendoms of Pallas Artemisia...
The Royal Archives of Soronos, in the capital city of Corna-Fali, is a vast and elegant fortress-library, access granted only to certain persons; my friendship with Varda Astaldo has given me some freedom within its walls, but I am being chaperoned. Lynra d'Arcté, the primly beautiful Assistant Archivist, is keeping a wary eye on me as I riffle through the card catalog. Clad in
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