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The Last Waltz of AutumnIThe jazz band played in the basement of the Green Garter, a speakeasy hidden behind a bookshop on Fifth Avenue, and Eleanor Hayes danced the way she used to dance before her knees gave out—like someone trying to remember a language she had been forced to forget.At thirty-one, she was an anachronism in 1925 New York. A former ballet dancer with ruined ligaments, now teaching physical education...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 0 Views 0 voorbeeldPlease log in to like, share and comment!
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V1-The Velvet Counter[Literary Realism adaptation] “吉利服摸到了给你,八倍镜也给你,98K和AWM都给你。” “那你要什么?” “我只要你。” 梁辰得知自己被戴绿帽的时候,正在直播间尬聊。男朋友劈腿这事还是粉丝告诉她的。据“知情人士”透露,前男友劈腿的原因是梁辰不近男色。那天,她正在按照公司的要求开直播和粉丝互动,聊天聊得正起劲,突然满屏的弹幕全都统一地变成了“橙橙你男友劈腿啦!”、“你怎么还在直播你男友劈腿啦!”、“快看你男朋友劈腿了!!” 电话那头,岳宇勋语气慌张又急促:“辰辰,你听我解释……” “哦。”梁辰说,“那你解释啊……” “我……”梁辰这么爽快,岳宇勋倒是说不出什么解释的话了。...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 2 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Steel CathedralThe men worked beneath the Hudson in a language of sparks and steam. Frank O'Brien stood on the catwalk above them, a rolled set of blueprints in his hand, watching the steel ribs of the Cathedral rise from the bedrock. That was what he called it. The Cathedral. Not the official name—the official name was Project Underground Gasification, a mouthful that made the city commissioners yawn—but the...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 1 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Velvet Trap (Expanded)The Castle of Valerius sat atop a cliff of obsidian, surrounded by a mist that never lifted. Silas and Elias, scholars of the forbidden, had spent their lives searching for the "Aurelian Truth," a gold-leafed manuscript said to contain the secret of immortality. They were rescued from a collapsing crypt by the Count of Valerius, a man of exquisite taste and terrifying stillness. He welcomed...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 0 Views 0 voorbeeld
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THE GILDED CAGETHE GILDED CAGE ACT I: INCIDING The letter arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in cream paper and sealed with wax the colour of dried blood. Evelyn Hartwell broke it in the theater corridor, behind the velvet curtains where the stagehands passed like ghosts between scenes, and read that Arthur Pendelton intended to marry Lady Catherine Ashford. The news arrived like a physical blow. She stood in the...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 0 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The rain had been falling for three days when Violet Hart walked into my office. She was wearing a white dress that was too clean for Los Angeles in November, and her hair was the color of money. SheI lit a cigarette. "That'll be five dollars." She put a ten-dollar bill on the desk. "Find out who. And find out why." Violet Hart's husband was Richard Hart, vice president at Delgado Aerospace, a company that made things that exploded and things that did not explode, and made a lot of money doing both. Richard Hart worked long hours, came home late, and smelled like a woman's perfume that was...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 1 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Pitch and the DaggerThe Pitch and the DaggerACT I — THE HEATIt was a hot August in Los Angeles, the kind of heat that makes the pavement sweat and the streetlights flicker even at three in the afternoon. I had been at Griffith Park Academy for three weeks when I found the first clue in the equipment shed — a crumpled betting slip on the floor, still warm from someone's pocket, with Mike "Ace" Donovan's name...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 1 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Sentinel of Submerged Silence - Variant 6 (Structuralist)This is a deep literary adaptation using the Structuralist model. Arthur Pendelton's existence was defined by the rhythmic dripping of the subterranean world. Arthur Pendelton woke to the sound of dripping water and the low hum of the telegraph apparatus. The air in the Thames-side facility tasted of rust and river mud, thick as the fog that pressed against the reinforced glass of the...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 1 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Mirror of Vienna (V-09)Vienna in 1899 was a city of gilded edges and rotting cores. Julian was a poet, a man who saw the world in metaphors, until the state decided his metaphors were "subversive." He was declared insane and confined to the Steinhof Asylum, a place where the architecture was designed to evoke a sense of divine order while the treatments were designed to break the human spirit. In the asylum, he met...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 1 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The First LightI. They begin with clay. This is the first truth, the one that connects the man kneeling on the riverbank in Mesopotamia in the year five thousand before the birth of a religion that has not yet been born to the woman standing on a platform in the year three thousand after it, looking up at a nebula that is the direct descendant of a cloud of gas and dust that was, in some sense, the same...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 1 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Absurd Man of Greenwich VillageThe coffee in the cup on my desk had gone cold three hours ago. I stared at it the way you stare at a problem you know has no answer. The coffee was cold because I had forgotten to drink it. I forget things like that now — not because I'm losing my mind, though my mind has certainly lost things, but because forgetting is the natural state of a man who has decided that nothing matters and...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 1 Views 0 voorbeeld
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The Last TyrantThe sky over the Wastes was the color of a bruised plum, heavy with the ash of a world that had forgotten the meaning of green. Marcus lived in the ruins of a cathedral, a skeletal structure of blackened stone that served as the throne of the laird of the Dust. He had not always been a monster. Once, he was a boy with a small, trembling hand and a mother whose breath sounded like dry leaves...0 Reacties 0 aandelen 3 Views 0 voorbeeld
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