Patricia Moore
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The first time I had traveled to the other world was when I was 6 years old. My family was still living in Texas at the time, and I had been playing alone in my room while my parents were entertaining some guests for lunch. I was pretending I was a character from an anime I had been hooked on watching and spun around while imitating his transformation scene. I felt a weird sensation surge through me as I spun and what greeted me after I had completed my spin was a magnificent panorama of an…
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Hello to the one or two people who are bored enough to read this! This is my first story, which I hope will be entertaining enough for those looking to waste some time. I am not a writer, just an avid reader of web fiction who finally got an itch to try writing it. English is my first language, so I put in an extra effort to make sure the story is readable but it won’t be perfect. My writing style is a work in progress so the story, dialogue, etc. may be a bit clunky at times but hopefully it…
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June 1st, 2088 Far to the south of the desolate mining town, there was a large bustling city called Obsidia. It was the capital of the Darkmoon Queendom, which was ruled by dark elves. Personally, I feel the naming scheme in this world is lackluster but I guess I have no right to criticize. The Darkmoon Queendom was by far the largest country and the only “civilized” country in the world, which was founded by the surviving dark elves who had weathered the destruction of the old world. This…
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June 1st, 2088 The troll was of course at the deepest part of the mine, munching away at what was the most recent sacrificial slave. “Looks like he won’t be saving some cost.” I muttered to myself as I sized up the troll in the flickering light of the mine lamps. It looked to be about 12 feet tall, with the characteristic huge nose and large flappy ears. It had a humanoid figure, although it was extremely slope shouldered and more resembled a gorilla on its knuckles than an upright human. …
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June 1st, 2088 My name is Cross Minato, with the family name being Cross and my given name being Minato. I am 15 years old, having just graduated from middle school and now starting my summer break. As one would expect from my name, I am half-Japanese and half-American. This is also reflected in my appearance: I have green eyes, dark brown hair and a perfect blend of facial features that make it impossible to tell my nationality. Sometimes I would catch people staring at me, probably because they were…
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Beam shrugged at that. "Because I'm stupid, I guess," he said, repeating what she often called him. "I won't be too long. Sorry for making you wait." "Hah..." Nila let out a sigh as she watched him go. He was basically just hopping. She could see from the way he was moving that he was making a sincere effort to make sure that he wouldn't ruin the stitches. She thought his consideration to be misplaced, given the state he was in. Beam struggled his way through the square, avoiding the many people as they…-
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He didn't look very convincing as a small trail of blood broke free from the wound on his leg and made it down his shin. Both women now bore the unmistakable visages of anger. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, IDIOT!? ARE YOU GOING TO UNDO ALL OUR HARD WORK?" Nila shouted, attempting to shove him back in the chair. "Nila – be gentle," her mother cautioned, but from the stern look on her face, she was equally of the same opinion. Beam grabbed Nila's hand as she pushed, holding her tightly, knowing that he'd…
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His odd behaviour did little to assuage her worries – for by her eyes, it made him look even closer to death. Hurriedly she began to clean the rest of his blood from his leg, eyeing up the cuts on his torso as she did so, to make sure there were no serious ones that had escaped her notice. Her mother smiled at her, watching her work. "To think that you'd ever tend to a boy," she said, flashing her the sunniest smile Nila had seen in a while. With how emotional she'd been for the past few hours,…
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"Nah… It's fine… I needed to get some new clothes anyway," Beam said, his eyelids closing for half a second, but reopening again once Nila squeezed his hand. At his instructions, Nila's mother cut his leg. That fact that she didn't gasp upon seeing the amount of blood that stained his calf was evidence of her experience in treating the wounded. "Mama, what's happening? Is he dying?" A little boy asked, his little sister peering curiously over his shoulder. "Hush now, David. If you want to…
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He blinked at her in owlish confusion, as though not understanding quite what had happened. "Sorry," he said in a hoarse voice that made it sound like he was seconds away from death already. She glanced at the wound on his leg, and pulled apartthe severed cloth of his trouser leg so she could see it better. She gasped at the sight of it and bit her lip. He shouldn't have been walking at all. It needed stitching immediately. Blood was flowing freely from the wound as it struggled to clot. But there…
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