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Engaged in the decision, the sweat began to run down his brow. The red, or the blue? He chuckled to himself, thinking of The Matrix. But he was surely no Neo. He glanced at the buttons, the roar of the ship’s engine growing louder and louder. He had to act. But which to push?

Posted By Ben Goddard On 12.11.2010 @ 7:04 pm

She stood there, the giant looming overhead. The wind had stopped. The only sound: the creaking, slow groan of the ironworked floor beneath her. Her hand gripped the sword handle so tightly that the metal dug into the palm of her flesh. It moved.

Posted By Ben Goddard On 12.11.2010 @ 10:43 am