Armored GirlArmored GirlArmored Girl7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
She crouched and flexed her back muscles, making her shoulder blades stick out slightly. The rear panels that protected the overboost thrusters flipped open and she listened to the crescendo of her overboost charging up. She took a deep breath as the inertia and high Gs generated by her overboost hit her in the chest and stomach. She smiled then rotated quickly as her overboost shut down. She breathed a sigh of relief as a grenade hit the ground and exploded behind her, making a crater in the arenas metal floor.
She looked up at Wonder Raid. Wonder Raid smiled evilly at her and sent a hail of armored piercing rounds at her. She dodged easily and returned fire with a shell from the grenade launcher attached to the back left mount on her armor. Even though it was only an arena match, both of them were trying their best to maim if not kill the other. The shell slammed into the upper
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CassandraEven in death, Cassandra was lovely.Cassandra3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her hair cascaded over her ivory shoulders in sable cataracts, pooling in the soft hollow between her breast and throat. She was wearing the white nightgown, the one she knew I loved, and the fall had thrown it up, weightless, in gossamer drifts across her legs. Her bare toes were painted salmon-pink, the same colour as the roses in the crystal vase by the door.
So elegant, my Cassandra. I might have expected that she would sprawl, as one imagines that people do when they have died suddenly, but her body refused to surrender its accustomed grace. One hand curled beside her face; the other lay, palm up, across her cocked hips, its open fingers tenderly beckoning. Her eyes were closed, peaceful, the fringe of dark lashes sooty and familiar upon her fading cheek. Her lips were parted in expectation. At any moment, she would wake, look up at me, smile. Cassandra.
My hand found the banister, gripped the aged wood and guided me down the stairs, through th