Backblast part 2In a secluded area of Stranger Industries where they wouldn’t be monitored or interrupted, the owner of the company was meeting with Warbuster’s pilot. “So what have you found out?” the masked man asked his employee.Backblast part 219 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Well, I poked around the records and found several discrepancies in the inventory going back nearly a year and ending soon after Backblast appeared. So whoever he is, he probably works here since he knows how to manipulate our system, or at least has someone here doing it for him.”
“Hrmm,” the Stranger murmured unhappily. “At least Long-Reich had the decency to become a supervillain on his own time with his own money. Anyways, anyone know what you were looking for?”
“Nope, I kept the reason why I was doing it to myself. No one suspects anything.” Warbuster’s pilot paused before adding. “Well, I think Poly might. She actually found a couple of the discrepancies while looking for parts and p
Nothing - A Star Wars fanfiction I can feel the white hot anger coursing through me, like liquid fire pumping through my veins. I drag myself off the floor, shaking my head to clear it.Nothing - A Star Wars fanfiction53 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
I will do this. I will kill you.
"Thought you could challenge me, apprentice? Did you honestly believe you could face me and come out on top?" Darth Vacuus asks me, his voice sounding rough, and mechanized through his breath mask.
The hilt of my lightsaber flies across the room and slides smoothly back into my outstretched hand, igniting with a snap-hiss. The steady hum of the crimson blade seems to grow until it fills the vast emptiness of the ancient temple, echoing in the semi darkness.
"Come apprentice. Come and test your strength." I can hear the laugh hiding behind his words as he ignites his own blade and settles back into a guard.
He doesn't know the power I have, the power he trained me to wield.
I leap forward with a cry of rage, spinni
OHFE: Gallifrey'd (pt.2) “You didn’t obey me, boy, so I will punish you. You’ll live and suffer forever!”OHFE: Gallifrey'd (pt.2)5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
A thick rope – or were those gloved fingers? – curled around Kyon’s throat, squeezing it. And what was the most desperate? The kid couldn’t move at all – out of his body only his brain seemingly stayed alive, because thoughts were boiling in it better than any explosive chemicals.
And they boiled over when there was a sudden warm touch on his shoulders.
“Kyon?.. Talk to me. Please”.
The grip of ropes (or fingers) around his neck loosened.
“Don’t be silent. Talk to me”.
The darkness in front of Kyon’s eyes dissolved, revealing the backstage – and sea green cloth, as his head rested on Mytrice’s shoulder. The collar of his shirt and his tie were undone, and the girl’s arms were around him. They were hot. Too hot. Or was it Kyon who was too cold?.. Now th
Moroccan Rhapsody Ch 7We bade our final farewells to Olan at the gate, where he unlocked it and raised the bar so that Summer could drive beyond. Then, after a final handshake, he gave us one last direction.Moroccan Rhapsody Ch 710 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"The Shah lives a short distance west of the harbor district in Casablanaca, known as Sindibad. I should warn you, the harbor is known for hosting less... shall we say, ambiable types, so be careful." Olan lowered the gate and locked it. "I know you will succeed, and I wish for your safety."
Shelly gazed at Jeanette and Anabelle, who didn't grant the wish. "Wait... I thought..."
"We aren't obligated to grant wishes from fellow genies, Shelly," Jeanette said.
"But we will be safe, Olan." Anabelle smiled at him from Summer's back seat. "Thank you again."
Summer revved her engine. "The road awaits. Farewell, Olan."
Summer then drove on. As the trees increased and the road curved, I lost sight of the clearing and we were gone.
Controlled [Part 1]3 days. That's how long it had been since she went missing and they had been searching for. In that time, not one single clue had been found. It appeared that their chances of locating her were slim.Controlled [Part 1]5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Is there anywhere we haven't searched? I mean, what are the chances she's still in Area 5 any more?" Minato was giving up.
"I'm sure she's still somewhere around here. We just have to keep searching." Touma was determined and would not give up. He had some courage in him.
"Touma's right. Let's search again." Kotori led their search. She was as determined as Touma.
It was now their fourth day of searching. Walking endlessly through Area 5, looking in every alley way and old building. Not a single trace had been found. Not one wanted to give up. However, they were running out of options.
They searched all the places they had been to before. Still nothing. All three stood in front of a building they had not seen before. They were deciding if they sho
Nuclear Acceleration"Goodbye, darling." Carrie says to her husband sweetly and gives him a goodbye kiss. Then Carrie leaves for her work in a nuclear plant. She fondles her lower abdomen on the way and keeps remembering how wonderful her last night was with her husband. "If only I can be pregnant," thinks Carrie.Nuclear Acceleration9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Carrie is 25 years old and married with her husband 3 years ago. Since then, they wanna have a baby but they just don't have one. Therefore they make love more and more frequently and hope a baby will finally come. Carrie has always kept imagining what "pregnant Carrie" looks like since she got married.
Carrie reached the nuclear plant. She is an operator of the machines in the plant and needs to turn on or off some equipment at regular time interval. The job is very important as radiation may leak out accidentally upon an operator's mistake. Although Carrie does not this dangerous job very much, she agrees to work in the plant just for her incredibly high salary.
"Eh. What a dull job. I will nev
Highway to HellVítr odvál poslední zrnko mé trpělivosti. Stiskl jsem spoušť své věrné Abigail a sledoval, jak se chuchvalec uschlé trávy rozlétl do stran. Vstal jsem z pokleku a urychleně do komory ládoval další náboje. Něco mi říkalo, že se budou hodit. Ne nadarmo se tomuto místu přezdívá Vlčí jáma. Obklopené pískovcovými skalami působí skoro klaustrofobicky.Highway to Hell15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bohužel je to jediný přístupový bod k oáze uprostřed pouště. Přes zvlněný vzduch jsem zahlédl první palmy. Mezi nimi a mnou však stálo stvoření jen vzdáleně připomínající vlka. Žluté vyceněné zuby se leskly v paprscích slunce a krví podlit
Part One: Welcome To My PastFallout Equestria: ForgetPart One: Welcome To My Past17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Part One: Welcome To My Past
Many Pegasi know my name, perhaps you have heard of me? My name was Lightning Dust when I lived although many know my name few know my story or rather how I found myself currently sitting in what you might call Heaven depending on your own point of view. Truth is I was never really good at being humble and I guess writing this story down I hope I can at least convey some of my legacy to you. I know I have burdened my family for generations with the shame of my expulsion from the Wonderbolt Academy, trust me when I say it was never my intention to cause so much pain. It seems easy I guess with the hindsight of having sat in the Place for so long to not really recall the chain of events that led me here. When you die time doesn’t really seem relevant, so when I lost my life a lot of my memory died with my body, so I will try my best to tell at least what parts I can remember. So where to begin?
I guess a good place to
Gundam Build Fighters: Phantom's Flight Chapter 3“Why are we doing this Tucker?” asked Danny as he watched his technology loving friend set up his computer.Gundam Build Fighters: Phantom's Flight Chapter 321 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Because I want to be the first person to do a web show that focuses on Gunpla Battles,” answered Tucker as he continued to set up his web camera on his computer.
“Doesn’t that kind of come off as sad?” questioned Danny as he looked around his friend’s room. “Usually if people want to see Gunpla Battles, they just go to a hobby shop or anywhere that has a Battle System,” he pointed out.
“Yes, but nobody has ever bothered to give a review of the many untelevised Gunpla Battles,” Tucker told Danny. “And I’m going to be the first,” he continued.
“So why am I here?” asked Danny.
“Well I need someone to talk about the strategies and the background information on the competitors with me when it comes to these reviews,” answered Tucker.
“Wouldn’t it make more sen
MASS EFFECT: PARAMOUR CH. 3MASS EFFECT: PARAMOUR CH. 322 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
MASS EFFECT: PARAMOUR
written by Charles Spencer
As the Normandy SR-2 disembarked from its hangar somewhere in the Voyager Cluster, its commander was welcomed aboard by Miranda Lawson and Jacob Taylor. Pilot Jeff 'Joker' Moreau was ready to fly to their first destination, the mining station called Omega...during the trip, which would take a few hours, Commander Mary Shepard needed to tour the ship and meet everyone aboard. She owed it to every member of the idealistic crew recruited for this mission by Cerberus to meet them as much as she owed it to herself to get accustomed to the new, much larger and supposedly improved Normandy. Just after Mary was introduced to the ship's (very illegal) artificial intelligence, the Enhanced Defense Intelligence or simply EDI, Miranda and Jacob left for their respective stations.
She went to Joker first on Deck Two...and if it was ever possible for the man to gush, he was d
Sci-fi piece for my first classI am alone on our new Earth, I am the only one of my kind left. We have been on this new Earth for a century, one hundred years, and I am the last one. I try to blend in with everyone else but it is easier said than done. Everyone here is “perfect,” I am the only pure-breed human left in the universe. If I am discovered, I will be executed. On this new world, everyone is the same, there are still women and men though. Everyone works like clockwork, they do everything at the same time. There is no school, children are implanted with the knowledge they need at birth. With this implant, there is the virus that makes them act “perfect,” my parents removed the implant from me the day we got home after I was born. The virus is only in the body because the implant stops the antibodies from attacking it.Sci-fi piece for my first class4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“HEY!” someone shouts at me, “Why are you wearing different clothes than me?”
I have no choice but to run, I run as fast as I can away from the
My Child, My MirrorSpock sat quietly in his office, reading a essay for one of his classes. 12:13 p.m., he was eating his lunch of fruit and a bowl of soup he brought from home, when his com lit up with a request for video message.My Child, My Mirror5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sender: Hudson Academy.
The words were surprising. The children attended there, and while he had received numerous messages from them in the past, they were never live feed. Updates on school programs, ‘fun’ fairs, field trips. Never live feeds.
“Accept,” He set his lunch aside, well out of view of the screen. The message loaded and he was faced with a woman with wide brown eyes and blond hair tied up in a braided crown around her head. “Dean Greir.”
“Good Afternoon, Professor,” the woman smiled pleasantly, polite and impersonal. He noted a tightness around her eyes. “I’m sorry to interrupt your day, but it would seem your husband is occupied.”
“He is with the Admiralty,” Spock agreed. “May I a
Feral's GenderFeral was filling out a questionnaire in Xavier's lab. The lab was messy as always, and Feral's virtual builder was displaying a purple mushroom with yellow polka dots. He reached a question asking his gender. He didn't see the option he wanted, and drew a checkbox with the option ostrich. He gave the questionnaire to the professor after he was done.Feral's Gender1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You're an ostrich?" Xavier asked.
"Ostrich is not a gender, Feral."
"Feral is pretty sure that he's an ostrich."
"You're a male demon."
"Feral is an ostrich because wild demons make ostrich noises sometimes."
"True, but an ostrich is a species of bird. You're not a bird."
"Feral has wings."
"Yes, but some dragons have wings yet they aren't birds."
"Yeah, but how do you know demons aren't the evolved form of ostriches?"
"What? I'm pretty sure the genes won't be similar enough for such a possibility."
"Did you actually analyzed the similarities?"
"Then Feral is still an ostrich, and you can't say otherwise."
He took Xavier's co