Thousands of feet pounded against the steel grate floor as everyone rushed towards the escape pods. The Pagoda, an interstellar cruise ship, was going down. The ship had already been going through enough hardship; the cruise ship got "lost" on the way home. The 6 month long trip had been been lost in space for 3 … Continue reading I.
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The Bath
It was the dead of night, the only things alive and moving were the owls and small rodents, playing their games. The sand resettled after the wind storm of the day kicked up old footprints and trails, placing the roads elsewhere. The river, full and fat from the rains weeks ago, cooed softly, babbling into … Continue reading The Bath
The Funeral
The tiny cargo ship made for one drifted through space. For 5 years, it floated through the stars and through dust. "As we say goodbye to our beloved friend and mentor, may they have their wish granted of being one with the stars." The funeral was at the launch pad, the sun shining through heavy … Continue reading The Funeral
Gang Shit
The metal bat connected with his arm once more, his limp body falling against the wall. "Listen..." he gasped, looking up at the 4 ski masked covered figures. The bat swung at his stomach, bile and spit exited his mouth. There was a knock on the door, three of the figures looked over, the one … Continue reading Gang Shit
Before and After
In the middle of the third floor, an explosion went off. Once the smoke cleared, 4 bodies covered from head to toe in black moved into the room from the entrance made by the explosion. Quickly, they opened up their duffel bags, shoved stacks and stacks of cash in them, as well as rare jewelry. … Continue reading Before and After
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"It's a shame that this subject didn't last..." "No, but it certainly lasted longer than the others. Maybe our next subject can do better now that we have a good chunk of research under our belts." The sound of metal being dumped into the hole never made the low-level employee who ran the "trash bin" … Continue reading Untitled
Shy Hearts, Raging Fires
Sloane's legs didn't stop, not even the sun started to show through the canopy. Their eyes kept straight ahead, swollen from the hours of crying. They were never told about this feeling, whatever it was. How do you feel nervous from seeing another person you aren't trying to kill? How do you feel tongue-tied when you … Continue reading Shy Hearts, Raging Fires
Hell
The last drip from the IV made him wake up in screaming agony. A nurse with dirt under her nails and a cigarette in her mouth lazily walked over to him, looking at him up and down. "What's your problem, freak?" His throat was dry and she knew it. That IV solution, whatever it was, … Continue reading Hell
Launch Day
The stolen, ratty, brown Jeep that had served the friends since teenagehood swerved between blown up cars and debris. Two friends sat in the back, holding assault rifles, watching their six as the driver friend tried their best to keep the Jeep steady. The friend in the passenger seat bounced their knee nervously, jumping when … Continue reading Launch Day
Memory
My power came back on, the familiar text of a sudden reboot flashed across my eyes. "--ower is minimal," someone said behind me. At least my hearing was working. I blinked, the figures around me coming into focus. I tried to turn around, but my body wouldn't let me. One of the figures, a man with … Continue reading Memory