hail earth traffic communications.
"beep. beep"
"this is earth traffic control. please await confirmation for hyper jump" the voice came back male and without concern.
Dragon, Space, Telepathy
"where are we being hailed _from_?" lieutenant commander bradley suggested the practical question, while they waited for their diplomatic specialist to show up. "the planet?"
"a point source on it, yes.
Adventure, Akita, Clean, German Shepherd, Golden Retriever, Humor, Leopardess, Raccoon, Sci-Fi, Space, Star Patrol, Wolfess
It turns out that a certain very famous actor hails from here. an actor by the name of gideon black. not oscar material yet admittedly, but successful enough to donate money for development at least. the scenery's nothing to sneeze at either.
Dream, surprise
The book of particles started as a story journal that mixed things from my real life in with the continuation from hail primus. i gleaned some of the more personal details from these sagas and left more of the fictional story content.
Belly, Cahtter, Cardia, Cat, Dange, Driveway, Eyes, Feet, Hands, Head, Jackalope, Odaira, Sophie, Story, White, canon, container, gut, light, rest, room, triangle, writing
One of the continuations from hail primus into the primordial silver stream paradise called the book of particles.
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we stood in my bedroom in my apartment where i myself was sitting writing. it was a fair sized room.
Bed, Black, Blue, Book, Foot, Metal, Story, White, Window, chair, closet, computer, desk, door, front, middle, mirror, room, wall, writing
"yes sir." said trace
"hail the templar empire!" said the council
"hail the templar empire!" said trace
trace casey left the hq and headed home.
Adventure, Love
I'm a free dragon hailing from the dragon continent far from around here. uh...not as free as you think, actually."
"i can see that just fine.
Cannibalism, Dragon, Food, Spyro, nervous
hail the coming of the dawning age,
herald the re-opening of the galactic stage.
throw away this short-sightedness,
this petty bickering of what should be.
if we cannot leave our cradle, then who are we?
Poetry, Space
_13 day, 1st month of the year_
some days ago i was hailed by the don of sylvestrus college when i was visiting my uncle in that town.
Lynx, Medieval, Plot Development
hail ian as "the key to the return of the gods" and riot against their oppressors. the city is in flames, furs young and old flock to the cause, and ian is all too willing to exploit the disillusioned public.
Clean, Esterland, Fastolf, Gray Watch, Military, No-Yiff, Soldier, Valtovka, Violence