The Dream of Returning HomeClay carefully tucked the silver necklace and St Jude medal under his shirt. It'd fallen out when Luke landed a nice right cross and nearly put Clay on the ground. But he'd recovered quicker than Luke ever thought he would and capitalized on the surprise with an upper cut that left Luke laid out. It took three of their crew to carry him to the medical bay. Clay had walked and patiently waited to be attended to for his injuries.The Dream of Returning Home5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He'd only had a moment to glance out the window and see the small dot of light that was his home before Crash was sitting down in front of him and asking why he'd picked another fight. “I was bored.”
“Most people have hobbies for when they're bored.” Crash pulled a fresh kit out and opened the package so he could clean the open wounds on Clay's face.
“Fighting is my hobby.” Clay smirked at the look Crash gave him. “What?”
“Sometimes, I don't think you'll ever learn.” He squinted at the cut just above Cl
Broken Earth - Day 118Nibiru had crashed into planet Earth nearly five weeks ago. The entire planet was destroyed, sent into an age of chaos. The blue planet split wide open like an egg. Bubbling, boiling magma from the core of the planet floated out of the grand crevice that gouged the planet in great orange blobs of light. America was replaced with a deep, deep wound in the planet's flesh. The moon suffered a similar face. Nibiru had almost ricocheted off of Earth and smashed the moon in half. Chunks of rock and debris orbited the broken planet and its shattered moon. It was like a solar system of its own, full of baby stars and an all-seeing eye for a sun.Broken Earth - Day 1183 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ron didn't know why he was still alive. He was floating in the deep inky blackness of space, caught in the invisible tracks of gravity around his home like all the other mountainous boulders around him. He was alive . . . in a sense. He could see, hear, smell, taste, feel. But he felt cold. He wasn't breathing. But he could still perceived the reality
Hydian WayHydian Way4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A small fleet dropped out of Hyperspace somewhere along the Hydian Way. 2 MC40 Light Cruisers and 2 MC30 Frigates. It was a universal truth, wherever there was transit and goods being transported there were pirates. It had been that way since the dawn of civilization, when those civilizations took to the stars, so did the pirates.
And so it fell to the New Republic to deal with them, The 2 Light Cruisers carried one squadron each as they were built to do. Tanisa Rygbee- Coruscanti, E-Wing Ace and commander of Hunter Bird Squadron was assigned to Mon Andan.
Jax Pavan,Corellian, carrying the name common to hundreds of thousands of his fellow Corellians, B wing pilot and commander of the Helhammers was assigned to Tazeem. At the moment he was doing paperwork but, not too strange for a Corellian, he would rather be fighting.
The 2 squadrons had never fought together before, but neither commander was concerned, their pilots knew their jobs a
Fox TF (such a creative title) “Oh, almost forgot!” I plucked one strand of hair off of my head and handed it to Jeff. “That would've been a disaster!”Fox TF (such a creative title)3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Jeff took the strand of hair and placed it into a machine that analyzes DNA. “It will take awhile for your backup DNA to be ready. Dianna, I think we should make sure nothing goes wrong.”
“Nah, It'll be fine!” I lifted up my sleeve to expose my arm. Jeff approached with a syringe containing animal DNA.
He quickly gave me the shot. “Let's watch magic happen.”
I felt a weird tingle throughout my body. I saw my very own fingers shift into paws while dark brown fur grew around them. A nice coat of orange and white fur encased my body. My skeleton started adjusting itself, and my spine extended outward to form a tail. I lost my balance when my feet began to morph. “Whoa!”
“Careful! You almost knocked over my equipment!
F-Zero: Seppuku 3/3 - Lap 99 - Endgame XIIF-Zero: Seppuku 3/3 - Lap 99 - Endgame XII3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
==Lap 99: Endgame XII=
The cryptically demented and mockingly laughter continued as Chiya, Earl, and Captain Falcon continued down the massive hallways of the warship in their F-Zero machines. It would seem as though Black Shadow could somehow communicate with his adversaries when out of their machines, but not while inside. Nevertheless, this didn’t keep him from running his mouth. The group had only just left the windowed area of the doomsday cannon and were now en route for the main complex of the warship—otherwise regarded as the ‘living quarters’ by Dark Rose and Blood Falcon.
The emperor snickered aloud, “That’s right. Keep going, weak minded fools!” Chiya half glared and raised a brow, “The deeper you get, the harder it’ll be to get out. You are only prolonging the inevitable!”
Earl shook his head and spoke, “This man’s become unhinged.”
Falcon nodded to himself, “Black Shadow has a
Cyber Giselle-Snippet 2013He stroked his calloused thumb over the gleaming glass pendant piece repeatedly, as if this gesture stilled the tumult within him he bottled in.Cyber Giselle-Snippet 20134 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A bevy of lights from the monitors, devices and the digital infrastructure glittered across the walls and over his eyes, but his sight took in scant note of his surroundings.
It is the waiting room of any hospital exceeds the dread of a prison, for a prisoner will learn his sentence in time of certain, but the one who waits for fates of their loved ones strapped on I.V.s and monitors, the time is a more worse punishment still. Uncertainty is the bane of us all.
Fear itself is uncertainty.
Nikolas bit his lip, the only sensation he had felt all that morning. It was on this morning, this morning that his wildest imaginings could never conceive, was the morning, when Lippika and he awoke, not in their apartment overlooking the ice-spiked archipelago waters, but in the future dimension quadrant known as the 8th Hilarion.
It was a future beyond eve
Bite These Lips HereGeneral Lowell Slade sauntered across the battlefield, a coiled and knotted rope slung bandoleer style across his chest. Wrapped around one arm was a hefty looking chain festooned with small, wickedly pointed barbs. Seeing his target, he surged forward, a grin spreading across his face. Closing in on the figure, he called out. "Hey, S for Sexy, I've got the ropes and chains."Bite These Lips Here1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The individual that the General called out to turned, shifting his weight from the rusty makeshift foot comprised of a golf club to his good leg and waved, a gun in each hand. "Well, aren't you Lowe? Thank goodness I have the pills and games then." A goofy grin was plastered on the guy's face. Drawing close, Lowell leaned down and tugged playfully on Savoy's lower lip with his teeth.
"Aw, no dress up today? You know how much I like rubbing you off in that slinky little number you have stashed away."
General Savoy laughed as he pulled away. "As much as I'd like to cause everyone in the near vicinity to gouge out th
Erreur sur la PersonneMatrice de Seattle, Samedi 01 juin, 20:28Erreur sur la Personne2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
De gigantesque tours d’ivoires… Voilà à quoi ressemblait le serveur de RTS-Technologies vu depuis la grille de Seattle. A l’intérieur de ces tours des milliers d’opérations étaient effectuées à chaque instant et des millions de Giga-pulses entraient et sortaient durant la journée. Au milieu des fichiers transférés, des données échangées et des vérifications de routine, des utilisateurs matriciels passaient indifféremment d’un service à un autre, d’un serveur à un autre… En ce moment deux de ces utilisateurs étaient en réunion dans une host sécurisé ; les affaires qu’ils traitaient n’avaient pas à être rendues publiques…
- Je suis bien conscient de l’importance de cette opération pour vous et même sans cela, j’ai l’habitude de n
WWC #29: Waking Up in a BoxThe room was dark...and small...and cold... This isn't my cell. How did I get here? I could feel a weight on me, soft and well distributed. Blankets. My head was on a small and hard pillow. Have I been moved to an oubliette?WWC #29: Waking Up in a Box3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I tried to remember...anything... Nothing was coming to me. I burrowed down in the blankets, as much as the box would allow, and just listened. In my cell, I'd been able to hear the shifting of the old castle, the rattling of the bars of other cells as other prisoners, criminal and political. Here, I could hear nothing but a droning. Maybe even a bit of a clacking, but that might have been nothing but the floor shifting under me. Rhythmically. Almost rocking me back to sleep.
I shook my head. No. I need to figure this out.
The more I focused on the rocking and the sound, the more I realized I was on a train. Oh, god. I'm being sold to slavers! They finally decided to get rid of me. But I realized I couldn't put a name to "they". Who had
When he was a childKirf:When he was a child3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
- Mahaifiyata - yar da inuwa, Ban magana? Dad yi mai yawa mata, amma mahaifina wani. Biyu daga cikinsu, shi da uwarsa, shin, akwai da kõme. Ban kasance kau da, amma na samu ƙarfin daga ta dare da harshe. Lokacin da na girma, zan bayyana wani abin bautawa ba Ya son irin wannan mahaifinsa. Zai kashe. Sannu. Na ba ya so ya sani. Har yanzu ina son shi. Amma bai san dalilin da ya sa kashe, ban ce. Sai ya ce, akwai wani daban-daban a nan gaba. Ban sani ba wanda ke daidai. Amma ba na so in mutu. Ina so in kasance tare da su. Ban sani ba, shin, za ku hankalta.
"Моя мать - дочерь Тени, я не говорил? Папа многое сделал для нее, н