Behind Blue EyesShe was the sort of girl that you saw every day.Or at least she looked like she was at first glance.Tall and dark and pretty, with a heart shaped face and a bright, paper lantern smile, painted on crooked, that she took out and dusted off every once in a while.If you had bothered to look again you might have seen something else beyond the obvious. A dark light about her that made you think of fallen angels standing on street corners, wearing dirty All-Stars and crooked smiles. There was a vulnerability to her, a quiet sadness beneath the strength that made you want to protect her, even if she was more than capable of doing it herself.She could have been any girl really, and she often caught herself wishing that she was. It would have made everything so much easier, so much simpler just to live the lie, not knowing what she knew and doing what she did night after night.An Irish Catholic born on the dark streets of a fallen city, she had been taught from her first breath the differe
FFM: Fast food for the soulAl flipped over the front page of the newspaper, scanning over headlines with a disinterested expression before pausing on an article about the recent homeless problem. Seemed they had been disappearing from the streets in large numbers over recent months. Not that Al cared, they were just homeless people after all. Quickly growing bored, he flipped the page again and read a few more stories before settling on a column about celebrities who had had sex changes. He gave a little chuckle and leaned back into his plastic chair. This was the life.He had been working at McDonald's for a grand total of two weeks, and already he considered it to be an inspired career move. To think he had once looked down on the people who worked in places like this. He had been so misguided. There were plenty of skills that could be put to use in a place like this, most of which he seemed to have.It was about time to close up and he was the last person left, excepting Frank, who was currently banging away
FFM: Fishy businessThe man in the corner booth was wearing a cheshire cat smile. Too large and vaguely creepy, so you had the impression he was up to something very wrong and entirely sinister, and probably so far beyond your realm of expertise that you really didn't want to know about it. Right about now, Sadie would have given just about anything not to know about it. But as fate would have it, the phone call had specified that particular corner booth as the place that she was meant to go. So as much as she would have liked to do it, running away just wasn't an option right now.She walked across the room and slipped onto the brown pleather seat. Clutching her purse like a lifeline as she watched him lean down and retrieve a brown paper envelope. He slid it across the table with the tip of his index finger, and winked."Do you have the money?"Sadie scowled and snatched the envelope away from him. Opening it to discreetly peer at the contents before finally replying."Yes. I have the money."The man ch
FFM: Burning HeartThe scientist injected the serum into his wife and waited for the effects to start. The scarring was extensive, but the decaying body-parts had been replaced, and he was sure that this time it would work.As she began to scream, he all but wept for joy.He had found the cure, at last.
FFM: Day 5The balloon bobbed ahead of her, bright red and gay against the grey clouds and rain washed sides of the buildings that the little girl ran past. Nearly tripping over her feet in an attempt to catch up with the balloon which always gusted out of reach just as her fingers finally seemed close enough to grab the trailing string.Her parents had bought it for her from a man in the park and it had been firmly interred as the most prized souvenir of their visit to Paris. The city was all big buildings, small cafés and business meetings from what she had been able to tell so far. And when the balloon had been pulled from her grip by a gust of wind she had been determined that it would not make its escape without her.She had already been running for a few streets and the shouts of her parents had been left behind in the press of people on the sidewalk, but she wasn't greatly concerned. To her child's mind it was a foregone conclusion that she would be found and dragged away from her fun
FFM: Day 4 ChallengeThe man put on his face before the mirror, slipping into the secondhand skin with a tense familiarity as he waited for the tingling sensation to disperse. For a moment it lay there across his bone structure, empty, sagging and strange. Then the nerve endings aligned and slowly the face assumed features. It formed an expression, the mouth that did not belong to him curving to smile blithely at its reflection, the eyes that were not his creasing around the edges with characteristic laugh lines.The reflection showed a man in his late thirties, average looking in a pleasant sort of way, with brown hair and blue eyes, the skin a perfect shade of real.It was just a face, one of many. He had a whole gallery of them, belonging to men and women both. Faces of all ages, colours and creeds, each with its own specific personality, each one with a name. And every morning he would walk through the gallery of faces until he found a person he wanted to be.The man had been recruited young, like most
FFM: Day 3Atlas reached back to rub at the back of his neck, twisting his head from side to side as he sought to work out the ever present knots in his shoulders.How many years had it been now? How many lifetimes? But he still wasn't used to the gradual ache that spread through all his limbs, stooping his shoulders and crushing his body to the ground beneath its weight.Even now during his moment of rest he could still feel it pressing down on him, quietly waiting where it lay upon the rough tabletop. A pool of silvery chain strung with a small circular pendant, a trifle by appearance, but it drew him like gravity.Taking it off made no difference, the burden was still his to bear. But for a moment at least he could trick his shoulders into feeling a little less tired, so he took the chance whenever it presented itself.The boarding room he was staying in was more than a little shabby. Small and dusty, with just enough space for a narrow window, a bed and a hacked off table pushed between the b
FFM: Tin-can magicMekka had a necklace made of junk. It was strung with bits, charms, silver bottle tops, and an old iron wolf's tooth that he had found when he was a boy. He wore them on a long chain that he kept stuffed underneath his shirt, and every time a new moon came he would tap his finger against a bottle top and smile as though he heard someone speaking to him, though no one was around. He had inherited it from his father, but it had far more worth than any mere sentiment could account for.Suppose it could be said he was a Shaman of sorts, surrounded by rickety icons of a modern age; sacred spirits squatting in the remains of a rusted nation like some kind of Mother Toad. He was one of a people brought up on junk food and taught through a television screen and though it wasn't your typical vision of a Magic-maker, making magic was what he did, and he made it good.Mekka had learnt the magic from his daddy, and his daddy had learnt from his granddaddy before him, right back to the first Mekka
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