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Equivocality, Chapter OneAlan stood in front of the cottage in the middle of nowhere. He did not want to be in front of the tall building, nor did he even want to be in the middle of nowhere. He did not want to think that he was where he was, so instead, he imagined that he was in a large city. Towering trees were buildings and brambles and other shrubberies were trash bags and mailboxes, respectively. The man did this anomalous imagining frequently in various situations, and it was becoming a problem. The “new” surroundings would grow on him and eventually take over his whole perception of reason. His wife had been importunate about visiting the man that lived in this cottage for multiple reasons. For one thing, she did not want him to get any worse than he already was. Furthermore, she did not want to have to take care of him all by herself. Whether it be seeing this doctor or refilling that prescription, she was starting to feel sick of it herself. She needed someone, and that someone had to beEquivocality, Chapter One by ~BiancaMakesArt
Warmongers What Ifs 2Hitachi Yotsuba lay on his bed, motionless, staring at the ceiling. He had managed to stagger up the steps without falling over after having one sip of imported whiskey too many.
“I have to,” Miyazaki had told him. A heavy, wizened hand sat upon his shoulder, the hand belonging to “Niko”, an old man that had suddenly appeared on his father’s behest. Contrary to belief, Niko did not have the physical features of a Japanese man. His skin was snow white like his hair, and his arms were hairy and muscular. He had small eyes that resembled gray beads. He definitely was not of Japanese origin.
“You can not leave on a whim, you fool!” Hitachi had cried out, standing at the top of the staircase, looking down upon the two. His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles beginning to whiten. A bead of sweat ran down the side of his cheek. His little brother had looked up at Niko, who was then holding the front door open for him. “Goodbye, brother,