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The Legend of Le Sing

      Carto spat. He had finally arrived at port town of Canopy. Crumbling brown walls that once had been proud now struggled to stay upright. A man that could be mistaken for homeless slept at the front gate. Carto knew the man was a guard, he kicked the man's outstretched leg. He looked up with one eye closed and the other open just enough to inspect Carto. A grunt and nod later and Carto entered.     Canopy was once full of wealth, but as more trade routes opened up, customers began to dry up. A port town had a few options to compete, lower taxes, or work with ships that dabbled on the wrong side of the law. Most that started off dabbling eventually got overrun. Canopy was just short of being overrun. That meant that the boats still ran with little pillaging, but also there wouldn't be too many questions for a single man hitching a ride.     Giant trees that filled the forest also provided the foundation of the multilevel town. Carto had been to man...
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Barry is the fastest man alive. Barry is a hero. Barry doesn't kill. Barry can move so fast he can travel through solid objects. The process can be dangerous and can have terrible consequences. When he first discovered it, he tried phasing just one finger through a piece of paper. He could feel himself traveling through it. Soon he learned to phase through any object. Once he was traveling so far he phased through a bird accidentally. He learned he could even phase through living objects. It's that ability that allowed Barry to phase his arm through the back of Weyland's head. Barry's index and ring finger appeared to go through eye sockets, the middle through the top of the nose, pinky through the temple and his thumb stuck through the top of the ear. In an instant Weyland would have died, but Barry kept his hand where it was. The mirror Weyland was standing in front of offered a view Barry normally didn't see when he killed someone. He could see the indifference i...

I Think There Is A Problem Here

 Phil shook his mouse back and forth, the pointer stayed static on the screen. He picked it up and looked under it. The red laser blinded him. Phil sighed. On the wall of the cubicle was a yellowing piece of paper. Halfway down the sheet was the faded number for “Tech Support”. Phil grabbed his phone. “Tech Support, how may I … shit. Sorry. I mean. Oh no.” The line went dead. Phil shook his head. He was too old to deal with this. He redialed. “Tech Support, Josh speaking, how may I help you?” “Josh, did you just swear, apologize, and then hang up on me?” Phil heard a muffled scream and the line went dead. “Tech Support, Josh speaking, how may I help you?” “Good Afternoon Josh, I’m having an issue. My mouse isn’t working. I probably just need a new one. I was hoping you could write me a ticket so I could get a new one.” Phil heard the last thing he wanted to hear, a binder opening.  “Thank you for bringing this issue to my attention. Maybe I ask who is on the line?” “Phil." “...