Dying of the Light [page 3]Dying of the LightDying of the Light [page 3]8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The two new superheroes reached Florida within a few hours to discover mass panic and evacuation in the Keys and Everglades. The worst, as Puabi suspected, had happened at last.
Although Dagon was a few meters ahead, there seemed to be a medium procession of gillman creatures trailing him. Clifford and Puabi realized that Dagon has summoned his Deep Ones and they had emerged off the coastline of Florida.
Puabi remembered suddenly about pre-Islamic Egypt and the basin of the two rivers that formed Babylon. She recalled the royal processions that she had joined in her past life. However, she shook herself to face the dreadful onslaught.
The residents of the two places continue to scramble wildly out of their homes and flats and rush along the streets of the towns. The superheroes prepared to land in the midst and quell it.
Throughout all this, the sky had remained dark for that hour and the dark stars loomed still closer. Clifford Rogers looked upward and
Savagery: Part 2Tam fell into a fitful sleep, curled up against the damp, cool wall, the sickening smell of Ketyan’s blood filling up the little shelter. During the night she had several dreams, of her life in Bravo-21. They came as random, out-of order, but each one vivid as the day it happened.Savagery: Part 219 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first one was something inconsequential, just a random thing that happened one day aboard the ship. Mavros was actually talking, for perhaps the only time she’d ever heard him speak at length. He was excited.
“Now this,” He said, “Is my new favorite toy.” He picked out of an open suitcase on the conference room table a device that was about as long as his forearm and had a blue egg-shape at the end. “Like it?” He asked mischievously.
“Hey, you keep that thing away from me!” Tam had spluttered, backing away defensively. Mavros narrowed hi
HA - DoppelgangerHA - Doppelganger1 hour ago in Short Stories More Like This
Everyone gathered around the Halloween class’s chalkboard and read the list of names that Harr (or rather the hands that haunted his coat) wrote in bright orange chalk. The sounds of chatter from the students filled the elaborately decorated classroom as they tried to see who was partnered up with whom in this month’s assignment when the class ended.
When the Halloween teacher gleefully revealed the project in his own flamboyant flair, most of students took quick, uneasy glances towards each other and almost all of them thought the same thing; ‘Please let me get someone who’s wearing something easy (and who’s the least embarrassing to imitate.)’ The only one hadn’t had this thought yet was Hollow and the scarecrow was too busy wondering what the word ‘Theatrical’ meant.
Hollow stood near the back of the group that crowded in front of the board and anxiously waited as he fidgeted restlessly with the end of his school scarf. For the m
Ask-Box #10: Myeko To FiremagmaAsk-Box #10: Myeko To Firemagma10 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
La limousine noire roulait à une allure relativement rapide. A l’intérieur, le démon blond s’impatientait. Il avait son visage des mauvais jours, et son regard tourné vers la fenêtre. Même si il n’y voyait rien.
Depuis que ce petit jeux avait commencé, il considérait avoir été relativement patient. Cependant, ces convocations récurrentes commençaient à légèrement l’agacer. Ainsi, lorsque le véhicule s’arrêta, il sortit brusquement, claquant la porte derrière lui. Il se dirigea d’un pas rapide, et entra assez vite dans la petite cabane pour ne pas laisser le temps à la fillette de parler.
Une fois entré, il cassa son habitude en ne s’asseyant pas. Le démon s’adossa contre le mur, bras croisés sur le torse.
La question ne tarda pas à s’afficher à l’écran.
PARALLEL - Part 3Parellus swung around the corner, but immediately stumbled back. He hugged the wall of the building in front of him and slowly peeked his head around the corner. There, just down the street, was Nyla Langston herself. She looked different, though, than her picture in the case report that Parellus had looked over about twenty or thirty times. Her face was really the only thing that had changed, but it was horribly deformed. Her eyes had grown significantly in size and the pupils and whites were completely taken over by the irises, which started blood-red on the outside, but faded ombre-style into a piercing gold in the center. There was a crazed grin spread across her face akin to that of a scarecrow. The mere appearance of Nyla's new face absolutely terrified the young police chief.PARALLEL - Part 32 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Parellus then noticed a red-haired girl sneaking up behind Nyla, brandishing a double-edged sword in her right hand. At the same time, a girl with nutmeg-brown hair rushed toward Nyla from the front, her ha
FaultThe barrel of my gun is pressed against her cheek; tears spill over it and I can't help but wonder if it might rust.Fault9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Don’t hurt me.”
I usually remember detail but I’ve overlooked something.
The city sun-canopy swayed overhead casting a light shade on the buildings and streets some six hundred metres below. Still, the sandy wind bit hard underneath, few would venture out from their comfy air-conditioned homes or offices today. I leapt from a rooftop and easily landed on an adjacent platform. I felt fuzzy from the blow to my head. The HUD flickered in my eyes –
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- my target: a building downtown. I scaled the wall, scratched my way up its crumbling surface before it had a chance to repair. The roof was vacant. Good. I kicked through the service door – Habitat A – and sprinted through the guts of the building to room 2401.
“Taren please.” She struggles against the vines, “it’s me,
A Humane RobotThis is a reminder to myself to write this storyA Humane Robot13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
PARALLEL - Part 2Parellus took a deep breath as he started toward the crackling portal in front of him, trying his best to keep a composed facade in front of his subordinates. In truth, Parellus was terrified. He had never been on the other side of the portal before as he had only been a grunt when Nyla escaped and was not allowed to go with the former chief to find her. As such, he had no idea what to expect. As he drew closer and closer to it, every fiber of his being willed him to turn back, but, before the urge could overtake him, he was already through the portal. In a second, the dismal Reverse City changed into a large, grassy field, which was lit by a bright blue sky and a blazing white sun. Warm,yellow sunbeams danced their way through the soft, green grass. The only plants in the Reverse World besides various potted plants were trees with very few leaves, and even that was only in the better part of the city. Grass was something Parellus had never seen, but, upon feeling it, he felt comfortedPARALLEL - Part 23 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This