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ilovebatcatstew
bitcoin
2017-06-22 00:09
How I got started in crypto currency, and my trading tips.
My current holdings on poloniex: 3,448.50 USD. A lot of people are very surprised to hear that I have never purchased a bit coin, or any portion of one, despite quite an OK holding. Often they want to
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ilovebatcatstew
writing
2017-06-19 03:32
The guild of Ritan
(A back alley in Ritan. Late at night.) Noodok walked slowly forward, the tips of his cape dragging softly over the cobblestone. The moon was full, and the path was illuminated softly through the grimy
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ilovebatcatstew
writing
2017-06-05 23:39
Beginning. (An origin story)
(5 years back. A destroyed village.) Blood was everywhere. The smells were putrid, that of day old corpses and fire. Ash carried on the wind, and the earthy scent mixed with the sweet sickly smell of blood
ilovebatcatstew
love
2017-03-28 05:21
Car wash
And with a subtle hiss reality dissolves. My head falls sideways as my eyes blink out. A constant dull ache radiates my skull, with each neuron firing individually, then all at once, destroying the aperture
ilovebatcatstew
fiction
2017-03-28 03:57
Corruption inside.
"Do it." The servant stood shaking, his hand holding the blade of the knife Noodok held to his neck. Blood dripped from his hand. The smell was intoxicating. Kas stood uncertainly in the doorway.
ilovebatcatstew
writing
2017-03-20 04:54
A fear of scarecrows.
"2... 1... And go!" Noodok pushed free of the shadows and buried his knife deep into the neck of the first, dragging it backward quickly into the darkness. Crouching, he pulled his bow loose from his back
ilovebatcatstew
writing
2017-03-19 23:24
Funeral Pyres
His leather armour stank. It was pitted with scratches and scorch marks, and the acrid stench of the damaged material hung heavy on the air. Ash coated the usual blacks, and produced a mottled grey where
ilovebatcatstew
poetry
2017-01-27 13:34
An ode to the zombie.
A mangled mess of flesh, Alas, he was nicer when he was fresh. His teeth are yellow, his breath far from mellow, and all he does is make a bunch of groans. He’s not that smart, he’s falling apart, Little
ilovebatcatstew
writing
2017-01-27 13:10
Precipice.
The stars fall from the atmosphere, and shatter pieces across the ground. Fragments become little more than twisted rubble, like a mirror viewed In the dark, a window covered with cloth, a solemn reminder
ilovebatcatstew
writing
2017-01-27 06:05
Soul in the sunken ships
Amalgamations of rusted and twisted steel in the deep, ephemeral yet daunting as their mass exceeds perhaps the stars themselves. Sharp cracks bear the frame, and small fish dart through, hiding from larger
ilovebatcatstew
writing
2017-01-27 05:49
Parts of a whole.
I awoke up this morning to a sky with no air in it, and the streets were filled with a thousand burning corpses, and what I thought was the sunrise, just passing headlights. And as I surveyed my standing,
ilovebatcatstew
writing
2017-01-27 05:40
The time.
The clock on the wall ticks. An incessant half rhythm, reminding me of each second. So perfectly in time that it is pure chaos: the accuracy only serving to show the world as irregular. Each second is
ilovebatcatstew
writing
2017-01-27 05:33
The train
The window shudders on the train, warping view for a split moment before returning sharp normality. The question is whether you appreciate the sight of the warp, or find relief in it returning to blank
ilovebatcatstew
writing
2017-01-27 02:48
The accursed library (part 3)
A thin rogue sat outside the library against the wall. She looked up and moved backwards as the window a story above her shattered, blowing glass out around her. She slipped into the shadows against
ilovebatcatstew
writing
2017-01-27 00:39
The accursed library (part 2)
He had finally reached the entrance of the library, and attempted to open the door, but it was locked. Noodok threw his shoulder into the door and it shook, but refused to open. "God damn piece of..."
ilovebatcatstew
writing
2017-01-27 00:03
The accursed library (part 1)
Noodok stepped through the doorway, his cape trailing softly behind. He shoved one of the astronomers out of his way as gently as he could, but the man barely acknowledged him, staring upwards through
ilovebatcatstew
writing
2017-01-26 23:24
Hunter or hunted? (Part 2 of https://steemit.com/writing/@ilovebatcatstew/hunter-or-hunted-part-1)
Noodok hit the ground running, pushing deeper into the woods. Behind him, trees crunched and echoed as they were shoved aside roughly by whatever was following him. Sensing another strike, he dove to the
ilovebatcatstew
writing
2017-01-25 11:17
Hunter or hunted? (part 1)
It was late. The moon had risen already, full as if to burst, and it's soft illumination broke through the air. The forest stood softly in defiance of the oppresive cold and thin, wispy breaths of fog
ilovebatcatstew
writing
2017-01-25 01:12
Will Scott (part 10)
The treeline ended as suddenly as it had begun. One moment, he was pushing through tangled undergrowth, and the next he was standing on the edge of a desolate highway, the sub-machine gun held in his hands
ilovebatcatstew
writing
2017-01-24 09:46
The hunters.
There were three of them. They stood on the cliff edge looking down at the town below. The hoods obscured their faces, but it was clear from their movements that they were not human. Their movements were
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