Sex is a fantastic tool. Humans need it to carry on their species. When the world was made of stone and bone, it was one of society's many basic needs. Food and shelter being the other two. Yet peace changes things. Some may say that in the 21st century, there is only an illusion of peace, and I tend to agree. Even so, it is a peaceful era. Food comes quick, and we've become smart about getting it. Shelter is not hard to find, and an individual with a reasonable amount of income could easily find an apartment or house.
So why talk about sex? Because the idea of producing to carry on the human race is an afterthought. Kids are an investment, and parents wave them around to show how rich or miserable they are. But the act of sex is something else. When two like-minded individuals connect, the world just fades away, and they only focus on each other. You notice things about each other, thin
A clear blue summer sky."This is where it took place, my guy," said a scruffy middle-aged man. His clothes were made from animal skin and fur-lined on the collar of his jacket. He wore a large blade that hung around his waist horizontally with a small buckler on his left arm. He held two shovels.Two more men stood behind him. They, too, wore clothes of animal skin but each with a different weapon."Brett, what's the point of coming here," said the tall and lanky one. His name was Jack, and he sported a spear which he hung his arms overusing it to brace his neck.Brett turned around and rubbed his scruffy beard."The prince, the arch wizard, the warrior of lightning, and the knuckle
I adjusted my new jacket making sure the fur wasn't scratching my neck. The clothes that I had pillaged from the bandits were a bit small for my new body, but it was better than running around naked."Was this where you fell," asked Kali. She didn't sound too impressed. I had died begging my sisters for my life. Even though the fight I believed was decent, it was nothing compared to what Kali had experienced, I assumed."Does it matter how I died," I asked. Looting the decapitated bandit."Of course. If you die alone with no one to witness it but your enemies, it can be twisted to their liking. If you died by being betrayed, you could learn that you weren't as smart as you thought you were.""Sounds pointless to me. When you're dead.
They tell you to get yourself thick skin. The world is harsh, and the people in it are harsher. They will say things to you that will break bones and cause your heart to fail. It will try to make you callus to the horrors of this world. Your home is supposed to be your safe haven from such abuse. A place where you can be yourself, cry all you want and be as sensitive as you need to be. When that is taken from you. You can only do two things; find a new home or suffer.My house wasn't burnt, but it was damaged. A tree had started growing out of it, breaking through the thatched roof for sunlight. I walked up to where the door used to be and entered. It was dusty, and I could feel it on my skin. Even more than that, I could smell decay in the air.My mother, I loved her so, lay dead on the floor holding her heart. She was mostly decayed b
"James. Jamie. I wonder what happened to him," I thought. I leaned back against a tree and held the fishing rod tight. The water was calm, with only a gentle breeze making small little waves. Today was a good day. It had been good days for years. No heavy storms or monster hordes, not like I had to worry about the hordes.You see, I live quite far from any civilization. A small cabin deep in the Black Forest, which surrounded most of the west region of Chadel. Far away from anyone, especially my siblings.I was born in a family with seven step-siblings. According to them, I was the fifth son just by a couple years. The other seven were full siblings. They shared the same mother while mine was a concubine and was treated very poorly by the main wife. Children tend to mimic their parents, and soon my loving siblings bullied me as well. At
The cabin was warm, and it made me remember my father's. It was warm as well before time took hold of it."Jamie, you've been dead for five years," said Jonathan bring three cups of tea. He handed me one, and I took a sip. It was peppermint. He offered one to Kali, and she took it. Jon took a pair of scissors and started cutting my hair."Five years," I said, trying to wrap my mind around the concept."It probably felt more in the pool. Since time in there runs twenty times faster," said Kali."What pool," asked Jon. "And happened to you. You said something about two bodies. I wouldn't have believed you, but no one knows I live here.""Jamie isn't the first person to reincarnate to R
Just behind Jon's cabin, up the mountain is a trail that leads to an open valley. The green grass and beautiful trees faded away the more I traversed the path till only grey mountain walls surrounded me.Jon didn't want to tell me where Mattie was initially, but he knew that I needed to get past this. More like he wanted Mattie to get past this.As I approached the valley, I could hear the sound of metal cutting into stone. For the last five years, she had made her way up the mountain to this little valley and swung all her pain into the mountain walls and boulders.The moment I reached, I could recognize the woman that was known to be my sister. Her hair was knotted up, and her body unkept. Jon had tried to keep her clean and shaven, but Mattie would spend days to weeks in the valley.
When you mimic someone, you tend to focus very hard to make sure you match your target. Dancers do this almost all the time. They make dance sequences, and everyone interested will copy. Now take that and apply it to everyday life. You drink the same, talk the same, eat the same, and have sex the same. A carbon copy, a clone, you could say.[Mirror Eyes] is very much like that. I could feel myself picking up every single movement that Matilda made. Every twitch to breath. Even the way she gripped her sword. My blade was now uncomfortable in my hand. I had thought before I acted. I didn't feel her emotions or thoughts per se, but I predicted what she would do by knowing how she moved.Mattie gripped her sword and shifted her weight to her back leg, and step forward at a crouch. I did the same, mirroring her. It was different. I could fee
The mountain screamed in pain as rocks shattered into oblivion under the weight of Raiden's Finger. Blue light illuminated the sky, forever scarring the Mountain range. Water sprayed into the air from the attack that had uncovered a spring.Synchronization: 100%I picked up my sword, which was only a hilt now. It couldn't handle the power I poured into it. I tossed it to the side.I unclipped my mask."That's not fair. You can't just give up like that," I said, looking down at Mattie. Just inches from her were the scar of my attack."You look different now," she said. She was no longer afraid or shaking. She had reached a wave of inner peace.