Visual List Romane & Geschichten

The inspector replied back "I know that you're someone of a high position, perhaps a cop?" Vic asked stylishly. "You better run along, your friends might be waiting for you." The inspector quickly said after arranging the files that were scattered on the floor. 'Plan A aborted, then I'll have to go through plan B. System, activate Visual memory reading skill' Vic ordered the system "It's a pleasure meeting you sir." Vic stretched his hands for an handshake. "And you too, ..."

She makes a confusing gesture with a creased face which without context would make her look like she was having some sort of painful spasm. "A couple maybe, I think?" She gasps and shakes her head. "It was just the same, over and over, kissing, penetration, done, if I was quick enough I could get myself off, but no, it wasn't great." "Oh darling, seriously?" She rifles through my drawers until she finds a notepad and starts scribbling furiously. "What are you doing?" She sniggers, moving away when I try to see what she's writing. "Just wait a second, I'm making you a fuck it list."

It would be hard to bump into another god that was willing to help her. “I'll listen to you, Poison.” “Then.. your food is on the table, you should eat.” Violet followed him to the table and played with the plate containing greens and some other stuffs that were meant to be healthy. She frowned and grabbed the spoon, staring at it distastefully. “You shouldn't look at food like that. Everything is energy, including food. If you look at your food with remorse and eat it anyways, it won't nourish you to the greatest of its ability.”

Only then did Vlad reveal a satisfied smile and join the fight. Vanora found his little trick meaninglessly sick and cruel. If they had went all out from the get go, they would have won the battle without losing as many lives on their side. However, she closed one eye to it. She held no compassion for the beings on either side of the war. Things had also been progressing quite smoothly for her, so she did not feel the same urgency to get stronger. The idea to use visualisation as a tool to manage her emotions came to Vanora one day. Once she had the idea, she put it to practice. She pictured an ocean full of fishes. The ocean reflected her emotions. The fishes in it were her thoughts. Whenev

"What's on your mind Alina? Have you seen anything?" "No. Everything has a pulse, and my eyes hurt. Like...well...the edges of things blur. There's spots when I blink or focus, they bubble around. Its like a Jackson Pollock piece...may I never see his work again." I feel a silent chuckle through Dallas's back. "Sarcasm? Really? You want these to possibly be your last words?" He whispers, teasingly. "No. I want them to sassier." "Is that even a word?"

As usual, a good visualization was another key. Surprisingly, the visualization was not all that difficult. Leesa had seen people appear to pass through walls in any number of movies, including Harry Potter and The Matrix. She liked the image of Harry disappearing into the brick wall of Platform 9 3/4, so she decided to use that. It had the added advantage of being wizard magic, even though the magic was fictional—as far as she knew, anyway. She closed her eyes and visualized the scene from the movie a couple of times. When the image was clear in her mind, she stepped confidently forward and promptly bumped her nose into the wall. The rest of her body thumped against the plaster a split seco

They were talking, laughing occasionally, their movements synchronized by long practice. Back at her desk, Anya received a notification. It was from Lumen—a rare direct prompt. It wasn't an alert or a request for a directive. It was a visualization of the city’s current state, represented not by heat maps or traffic flows, but by a series of overlapping waves. "What is this?" Anya whispered to the empty room.

Once their cars drove in through the huge black gate, Violet glanced through the tinted glass window of her rear seat and her jaws dropped in amazement, shock, surprise, what was it that she could give as a name to her present state? Her jaw and mouth were dropped in awe. ‘Is this a house?’ Her subconscious mind asked.

I almost didn’t notice him, he was standing off to the side so quiet and still he almost seemed invisible, but those eyes! 'He’s a visum?!' Valeria shrieks in my head. Val has never seen a visum before, but I told her they can easily be identified by their eyes. Eyes of electric purple with a ring of electric blue around that. They’re so intense it almost looks like the colour is moving. All I can do is nod in response to her question.

I raise an eyebrow as she pauses, picking out what looked like a four by six photograph. She smiles, her eyes watering at the corners. She looks up at me, back at the film, and then up at me again. She places it face down onto her lap before locking the box again and placing it onto the nightstand. Then, she hands the piece of film to me. I grabbed it, flipping it over. It's a photo of a baby and a woman. He's swaddled in a blanket, held close to the woman's chest. They share the same eyes, the same lips, the same jet black