Mongol Series

Perhaps you're talking about our opportunity to go ahead and escape. A new way back. "They spoke in a choir, not melodic enough to get me away from having to find out. Yet they soon found themselves distracted by their own sparks that came out of their mouths. I couldn't complain since I felt it. Flying through the air around me, a flash was about to come and I couldn't have traced it without me. Either I was getting paranoid or it was about to happen. So rarely and the same could be said about its helpfulness, I could be wrong or not, yet I couldn't pass the opportunity. To see and understand, what was written, and the only second could last. Important or not, I had to know and find out what was written. I pushed both of my hand over the wall and prayed to myself that I could do and see. "Are you all right?

The second part of Mongol series, which includes other various interconnected stories that are tied in the universe and add more to the story.

Some deformed grasshoppers which seemed to bear far too many legs for them to bear any kind of legitimacy, while dragging at the end of each leg some human head which appeared to bear their bodily function. To look upon it with less disturbed eyes would be unfair, but they could roll most of their eyes, almost perform some kind of speech and wouldn't have been questioned whether or not they weren't human, or if they used to be human at any point. Dark times came ahead. Soon enough most of them around there would be dead. The only thing which came to him was praying that they wouldn't see the man who was cowering in the tower. With her Agrippa-shut eyes and teary demeanour, she stood waiting for any kind of grim action which would've taken her or dragged her by the end of her hair and pushed her into the butchery. Yet there was none of that, at least not yet.

He backed away from the pain, and from the gust came, almost as a wicked trance, a cannon ball firing and bursting through the table, breaking even through the thickest layers of the house. It was mere meters that prevented the disembowelment of her hand, the blindness of the eye. The cannon subsidies back, and it was the fear in her eyes that she could not deny. 'What was that? You haven't told me about that. ''I'm terribly sorry my dear, though it seems our time is running short. 'She pointed at it, the burning oak, replaced by trees, corrupted and misguided by the shaped form. 'This is it, make the choice! 'Her voices echoed as the branches approached, stretching from the other side of the room, demanding everything of her.

A most peculiar sixth part of the Mongol series, most dreadful and ethereal, the stories you may find in it will fill you with an existential dread unlike no other.   Excerpt:   "Decrepit and lost, he put his ear at the cost of hearing what happened underneath the mass of the tree. While his ear changed and had become a piece which wouldn't get away, he had finally heard the sounds of a feline. In its glory he had known what that meant. The warrior had lost his head. Thus ended another confrontation beneath the foes. And underneath the rims, a pocket full of earth seemed to have stored a good piece of half-a-brain and some organs which would come back again. Eight pipes joined for legs, and from on top came one digestive coil which brought it back to the nerves. It moved, and touched. To bitterly snatch and peer inside the dying refuge it had held, this time it was much closer to the rail system he held up so high above him and above the others. Terminally ill, this one had done an act which chilled even the warmest of conditions. Attrition would bring on the bile. And finally it had joined him, the head and the rest of the body which fell through the cracks as he could tell nothing else which needed to be heard any longer."

The fifth part of the Mongol series, containing many intertwined narratives and different stories.

Dead and scum-blots, everywhere; after that he resumed walking, until he finally got to the point of him being but that hallow spot in the sky with the exception that he filled the sky for a few hours. A few people, such as Matthew saw him all the way, and it was hardly noticed and spoken off, because the spawn reminded him of the son. He was a boy who had suffered brain damage from being drowned for two minutes. He constantly thought of tarantulas who wanted to get him and of being another person. Also, Zlazlovz started being even more paranoid, thinking the spawn had watched the TV, and learned about washing laundry, something he had never bothered himself to learn.

The eight part of the Mongol series, containing many intertwined narratives and different stories.

They never age, they always seem to share the same expression in the barn. But there wasn't any barn. Just because there wasn't any barn, that didn't mean they couldn't pretend there wasn't. And it was subtle, the way they made it feel like home. Fort and Rogers took what they could while the owners were in the house. In the middle of the room, they waited, expressionless, well-behaved. It was only at the start so of course they couldn't say or do anything. Just in case, that's the proceedure. Tit for that, Fort did it first. He started bumping a foot off the ground in the splendor of doing it. He kicked it a few times, only to be sure of it. Of course he hadn't a handle on it. But no one hid underneath the floor.

Down there a few more sanctimonious figures whom walked upon hindered legs in appreciation of whatever they've been taken a fool of as to give instead. As the set of pliers and of candles were being used, there was no way to determine whether or not the alumni allowed for such a derogatory kind of behavior that would take place in otherwise, unseen circumstances of fear that, just as seen, came at a price, that would not be discussed, ideally for no bothersome reason, other than the yellow windows that were their stars of North and south, blue sapphire with jolted ugly long-heads cajoling in the distance, praying on each totter. They brought the promise of death, but right before the students could be devoured, and drawn, farther away, and deep under. First, a week earlier: 'The test, this one will be administered by one who shall be referred to as the Doctor Decorum-Ark.