Labrynth City Nights, Part 3

I think we can buy any dancing bear Princess for a few silver rings

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“I don’t know.” she said with dread as she looked around the darkness. “Just tell me something.”

Jake looked at her. “You really haven’t been reading all this?”

“Yeah, maybe once in a while.” She said looking back at the darkness.

Jake shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

“There’s something bothering you?” Kirin asked.

“Hmm?” she said narrowing her eyes as she opened her mouth to say something.

“Yes.” Jake said turning his attention back to the darkness that followed behind them as they walked.

“What’s bothering you?” Kirin asked.

“That’s your dancing.”

“Ha…” Kirin laughed before noticing everyone’s eyes were focused on them, especially after hearing their words. “So that’s it.” Kirin said breaking their silence.

“What’s that thing?” Jake asked.

“That’s a dancing bear.”

“Ahaha… Well, you can’t be wrong.” Jake chuckled as he pulled a rusty pole from the floor and started twirling it in the grip of his fingers. “You see, the more the boy learns to dance, the more the boy grows for it. You see?” he said playing with the stick on the ground. As he did so, the weightless wooden ball sitting on top of the first mine from the night before slowly changed its shape and quality, from polished to matte black. With a flick of his fingers, it became silver which, with a few quick pulls, would be floated on a large plinth before slowly sliding back into the metal.

“Impossible.” Kara said.

“I guess the only way to get past the mines is to pay the four mines to come and get them. But with your money I think we can buy any dancing bear Princess for a few silver rings. So please throw that like it was before and after.”

“As you wish.” Kara said finishing up the last of the cigar before turning around and placing her palms against the bottom of the window as she leaned her arms on them. She let out a long sigh before chuckling under her breath. “I like this girl from the night before. She seems to be one of the good girls who’ve been hiding under the dark for ten years now. I wonder what she’s learned like taking that walk. I wonder what she’s taught us about living. When is it safe for us to go? Where is everyone safe?”

“They’re all in hiding. So we have to wait for the others to come.”

“Forget them.” Kara said slamming the door down upon them. “We don’t need those monsters. The financial manager, the manager of the mines, the contractors, they all broke down yesterday. What are you going to do? Is your vision that clear? Or is it wrong?”

Kara looked on with uncertainty.

“You know,” Kirin said looking directly at her. “You should just go. You’re a member of the Underground here for the sake of the Underground. That’s well enough. Go on, do it.”

She looked at him in shock. “What are you talking about?”

“Why should we?” Kirin said.

“It’s a silly small thing to buy land and build a house on it. But you need a place to live, in order to help the lower-deckers and those looking for work.”


“We have to go places.”


“We have to go underground.”

“What are you going to do?”

“We’re going to change our way of life.” He said raising a hand. “But why go on a place to people in pain, I mean, why not just stick your head underground in a well?”

“Trust me…” she smiled at his words.

As she stood on the edge of the door with a bleak outlook on her face, she turned to look at Kirin standing in the doorway. Seeing the blue smirk on his face, she laughed before stumbling backwards in a hurried shuffle towards her bed.

“Hey…” Kirin said standing up from his desk. “I heard you might have something he could use.”

“I told him a few days ago that I don’t have much gemeineschaft left.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Kirin asked.

“What’s wrong with being famous?” she smiled.

“No,” Kirin shook his head. “It’s just that people come here because they want something.”

“I thought you loved yourself.”

“Well, my time on the streets wasn’t the same.” He said pointing ahead where two young girls stood in a courtyard. Swishing in the direction of their walkway, they looked for a small window where the afternoon was filled with air fresheners and first aid kits. Unstuck by their manic defenses, they were able to slip inside and find a window where they were able to look out the barely open door. Surprised by the building’s exterior, they pressed their heads against the window, listening with the security staff’s chatter. Hearing the whisper that always accompanies the sound of a breath being blown, they hurried up the stairs and to the ground level where their house was located. It was one of the most secure places in the city. They turned around as they walked in knowing that it was an anomaly not unlike the uniformed gangs outside the warehouse and the armed security guards standing outside the door.

Back at the kitchen’s door, she yelled to the guards with tears pouring down her cheeks and shook her head. “They’re just kids.”

“Why are you crying?” the guard asked.

“Why can’t you see your own tears?” she whispered.

“They protect us from things, right?”


“And girls too?”

“Well,” the guard shrugged. “They can’t protect us from themselves. We’re not all so bright.”

“Why can’t you see your own tears?”

“Our tears aren’t the ones of the children.”


Editor’s Notes

This is the continuation of the second story generated from the new longer-form generator program.


Just removed some redundant sentences, where the generator repeated itself.

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