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Vincent Vance (Part II)

Continued from Vincent Vance.

It was two years after the worst year of his life, and the only time he was happy was during the government-required summer camp that lasted all of one month out of twelve.  He had friends there, and he felt that at camp, people approved of him.  He was often quiet and stayed to himself, but one older girl had broken through part of his barriers, and he often refused to leave her side.

He even left his own mother in the dust to be with the girl called Mellie, and at camp, he insisted that his name was not Vincent, but Vinnie– to match his best friend. Read the rest of this entry »

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Vincent Vance

Everywhere he looked, Vincent saw that normal humans like his father were rare.  Almost everyone was like his mother– a race called demis.  The demis were a race of semi-divinities with lengthened life spans, an element they could get killed by to give them a third form, and a realm, which gave them a second form and that controlled their lives.

Many of the realms were considered “common”, like grief, happiness, love– the emotional spectrum, and a few others, like children and sex.  Some concretes, elements, and ideas as realms were much more rare.  Magic, mad science, fire– just a few of the realms that were under government protection for the sake of keeping the world from losing its so-precious balance. Read the rest of this entry »

 

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Two men stood side-by-side by the edge of a sluggish river.  It was clear, and they could see the bottom. “It’s shallow.” the younger declared. “I could walk to the other side.” He looked across the wide expanse of moving water. “This spot on the river is probably a very good place to make the fording we need.” He shaded his eyes with one hand and smiled. “Shall we?”

The older male shook his head. “No.  It is too deep, Rickard.” He smiled knowingly at the startled glance the younger man shot him.

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Posted by on December 11, 2012 in Semihistorical Fiction

 

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