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Gunners, Chapter OneApril 11, 103 PNGunners, Chapter One3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One day, you will find your own Wonderland."
My father often told tales of an epidemic called the 'Red Scare' and how it tore through the land, turning friends into targets, and bringing forth a new terror to the world. Countries that were once allies in the old war now had each other in their cross hairs. Spies had infiltrated the enemy's land, gathering information for their side. My father, with a flash of disappointment in his tone, told us of how the war soon turned to a standstill, and how no lives were lost, until a single press of a button unleashed Lucifer from Hell. In an instant, children who were walking home fr
Right-Hand Man3 years ago in Games
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Gunners, Chapter ThreeApril 29, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Three3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I hated traveling through the wastes at night.
The sound of my motorbike echoed through the eerie silence of the land, my flickering headlight offering little help of showing the path before me. I did my best to stray from the roads; they were a deathtrap for motorists, especially if one was traveling via highway overpass. People have done what they could to repair the roads, but it was mostly a waste of time.
It didn't matter to me; I hated heights. Anything higher than two stories found me huddling in a corner from fear and nausea, and my home in New York was no different. A few months after my father took in a young boy
Titleless AC FicThe tired Dai blinked his eyes open and groaned. Malik pushed himself off the counter and looked down at the maps that had engraved themselves into his mind. A hallway here, an exit there… there was never something new in these maps, nothing his eyes didn't catch before. He picked up the inkwell and peered inside. Just barely enough for a few words. That fool Altair had to rush in and knock his new one over the other day before he was able to dip a pen in. Idiot.Titleless AC Fic3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As if on cue, the master assassin jumped in and Malik almost dropped the inkwell. He glared as Altair turned to him, a small smile playing on his face. What could he be so happ
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Brushfire ProloguePrologueBrushfire Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Boots hitting the concrete brought the battered girl back to life and gasping for air. She looked no older than about twelve, but that didn't stop her captors from the experiments and torture. Her entire body was covered in fresh bruises and lacerations, while day-old burns coiled around her neck and wrists. Her arms were a dark purple and snapped at the elbows; her legs bore a grim resemblance. Rags barely offered warmth from the freezing cell. A map of incisions traveled up and down her torso. She lay, curled up as best she could, staring at the limp, hand-shaped branch peeking from a crack in the stone floor.
She barely had the
Gunners, Chapter SixMay 2, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Six3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm not sure what awoke me first: the disgusting humidity in the room, or the horrible pain in my head. My mouth was taped, eyes covered by an itchy cloth. My hands and feet were tightly bound by a thin wire, digging painfully into my skin. My coat and boots were missing along with my gun belt; I could feel dried blood under my nose. I rolled to my side, the tips of my fingers the stone wall, my head rubbing against the lumpy mattress with little hopes of removing the blindfold.
The door opened, bringing in a chilly breeze. Two footfalls, a pause, then one more. I froze. There was a strike of the match, soon followed by the pu
Gunners, Chapter TwoApril 27, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Two3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was hard to tell when Deputy Crosser Morgana was mad, because she always wore the same damn look wherever she went. Her nose scrunched up, that annoying scowl cemented on her face… not to mention her eyes. About ten years ago, a piece of shrapnel from a fight had ruined her right eye to the point where… well, it was bad. After many operations over the course of sixteen months, her eye was replaced with an enhanced eye… from a prototype android. It was about the same size as a human eye and would have passed off as one had they not messed up with the installation. To quote my father, 'She looks like a walkin
Butterfly Hess4 years ago in Drawings
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Dear SteveDear Steve,Dear Steve5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
It wasn't anything like I imagined it would be. I can't remember when they started talking about it, but I remember switching on the television one morning a few weeks ago and the news was full of it, and I realised that they had been for a while. World leaders were meeting to discuss potential solutions to the problem. In talk shows experts were interviewed, religious leaders consulted.
But life carried on. I still went to work, early on at least. I still got stuck in the traffic around Carnon Downs. Work wasn't flooded with a mass influx of panicked people. I don't think Gareth even bothered to pull down the emergency prot
Written Love Italic represents the inner depths of our emotions, an endless well of truth. Within lies the rawest image of the self, the naked reality of vulnerability, doubt and discovery.Written Love4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Will I ever find love? Am I destined to be alone forever?
It also depicts instant sparks of thought, blurted words mute to the world.
She’s cute! I wonder if she could ever like someone like me. Did she just smile back at me? Was she being polite, or…?
Bold equals bravery, chance and gamble; the lion heart in which shaky words express daring suggestions, challenging the fate of solitude.
“Want to go for a coffee sometime?”
“Can I c
Gunners, Chapter FiveMay 1, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Five3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I rested on the floor that night, listening to his deliberate snoring drowning my ears. He was curled up on the couch, his back turned to me. I groaned and rolled to my side. Back on the base, I would have no trouble falling asleep; the endless noise of construction, late-night gunfire, and the stray animals had that touch to put me down for a good few hours. Of course, that was on the base, where I knew I'd be safe. I tossed back and forth in annoyance, hands gripping the imaginary pillow. It wasn't the snoring that got to me, it was the silence.
In the wastes, silence meant death. A man could walk through a hail of gunfire a
Gunners, Chapter FourApril 30, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Four3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"On your knees."
With the rifle barrel digging into my spine, I reluctantly obeyed. I dared not reach for my weapons; a rare time when my gut feeling could get me killed. His voice was young, around my age. He took a step to my right and kicked my foot.
"Take out your weapons."
Slowly, I pulled my revolver out and set it on the ground. Then the knife concealed in my boot. He kicked them from my reach. Then, "Your other weapon."
"That's all I have."
"I wasn't born yesterday, sweetheart. Other weapon."
… Sweetheart? "Look, I told you, the knife and revolver are all I have."
He let out a frustrated sigh. "Alright. H
Patchouli GirlOn her front porch she had one of those little wooden step stools covered in potted flowers and various ceramic animals – a frog, a squirrel, a giant ladybug. It struck me as strange, something my dead grandmother would have had on her front porch. It was definitely not the porch I had pictured as belonging to my first one night stand.Patchouli Girl3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was a step behind her as she fumbled with her keys. I had been drinking, too much. Probably. All evening I had chewed on my fingernails, hoping the Captain and coke would give me the courage to deliver the witty, flirty lines I had rehearsed in my mind all week. I'm fairly sure it didn't work.
The door
the editorI make bad things go away.the editor3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hit man? No, it's nothing like that. No, not organized crime. Christ, kid, where do you get these ideas? I bet it's television. Or those goddamn video games you people are always playing. What? So now I'm being judgmental? Do you know what I could do with one scratch of my pen?
No, forget it. I'm a little tired, that's all. It's hard work, you know. If you'd just listen for a moment, I'll tell you.
I'm a city editor. Not like newspapers, no. You have to train a lifetime to do the kind of work I do. And even if you do train a lifetime, not everybody's got the brains for it, you know? Imagination, that's what I'm t
Dying.Dying.Dying.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Albert Vogel
And then there was fire.
Fire bled from him; fell from his eyes, slid from his mouth.
It dripped from his very pores.
The force of the blast threw him easily and drove him into the ground. He felt as though his bones had suddenly become shards of glass for is teemed as though everything had been jolted from its place within him and the razor edges were driven into his skin. He tried to shout, but nothing came out, only closing his eyes and plunged into blackness. Six minutes until irreparable damage.
6...
He was falling, the pull of gravity centered just below his shoulder blades, a
Zyklon.Zyklon.Zyklon.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ferdinand Vogel
He watched, from the balcony of the tower, the sad numbers of wretches being led to the back buildings. Pitiful were they so easily given an escape. Behind the glasses that rested low upon the bridge of his nose, his scrutinizing eyes watched each and every one of those /things/ walk onwards. Oh, how he wished that he could do more about these parasites, they needed to be eliminated, but some of them could still prove useful to him before they were disposed of. Sometimes pure luck did not choose wisely among these insects. As he looked on, he could see some of th
Cold.Cold.Cold.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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If there was one thing that went thought his mind at the time of his dying, it was the fact that it was too cold. Too cold for anything other than huddling close to his comrades, trying to equally divide what warmth the weather did not steal between them. No coal, no gas, nothing that could be used to start a fire. They were starving and cold, begging for some salvation to be given to them. Some cried at night, he had been one of them. His commanding officer was supposed to be hanged, but that come how went awry and the once jovial, larger than life personality wa
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