Odyssey Propulsion 6
Odyssey Propulsion 6
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It's going to be okay.I hear the bullets go through me before I feel them. I hear them tear through my body and burrow into the bookcase behind me. I may have screamed. I'm not sure. If I screamed, it was for Parker, not myself. One hits his chest, two in his stomach. I feel his blood splatter across my face, and feel my own pouring between my fingers as I press them against my side.It's going to be okay.5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Stop bleeding. Stop bleeding.
I'm not sure where they hit me; it's just pain, just shaking, just his hand holding mine.
Another shot rings out, and I hear a grunt as Patrick falls again. Is he dead this time? I don't know. There are so many shots; I can't tell who's living and who isn't, because both are silent. Silent as death. The only noises are the rounds being fired, the fire alarms wailing, cartridges clinking and the moans of the injured. I can faintly hear
EPIC: in which it all beginsRobin woke to a cough of static, followed by the familiar screeching of her alarm clock. She slammed a hand on the snooze button and fell back onto the pillow, eyes screwed shut. Like elusive fish, the last dreaming glimpses of the glow of sun on metal and leaves vanished into an ordinary sort of utter distaste for Monday mornings.EPIC: in which it all begins4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Levering herself from the bed, Robin dragged herself to her closet and pulled on jeans and a shirt, doing up the buttons with clumsy hands. She snagged her school backpack, huffing slightly at the weight, and then plodded down the stairs thinking ponderously about hot oatmeal and fresh coffee.
She was shaking coffee grounds into a filter and stifling a yawn when an almighty jolt shuddered through the floor, causing her to leap a good few inches upward in panic and fling the contents of the filter all over the kitchen. Earthquake, she thought instantly, and managed a single step towards the relative safety of the doorway before a distinctly unpleasant
97. Safety First"It's never going to work." Jude argued as they walked towards the lot Al had specified.97. Safety First3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Pessimist." Charlie accused half-heartedly, "We don't know that it won't work. And that's better than doing nothing."
"I disagree." Jude said mulishly, staring at his ragged sneakers as he walked, nearly knocking into Charlie, who had abruptly come to a halt in from of him. He lifted his head, a protest already formed on his lips, before the sight in front of him cut his words off.
"Wow." Charlie let out an appreciative whistle.
"Understatement." Jude said, staring wide-eyed at the sleek and luxurious vehicle in from of them. "I thought Al said we were getting a
"Well, I'm not complaining," Charlie said, bouncing up to the door and running a hand over the silver and black polish, "I've always wanted to drive a hovercraft."
"Admitting you haven't driven one of these before is not the way to inspire confidence, Charlie."
"And off we go!" Charlie yelled, ignoring him and practically vaulting in
birds of a featherbirds of a feather5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You find her, at last, in the woods, deeper than she or anyone else ought to go. It's uncharted territory, still, dangerous even to people like her. You walk into the clearing and understand the thuck--thuck--thuck you've been hearing, because there she's standing with the splitting axe and a tree and tears running haphazardly down her face.
You're there in two sharp strides, putting your hands on the haft of the axe and shoving until she stumbles back a step, and you plant yourself between her and the hapless tree. You can feel the raw wound in its trunk against your back.
"What are you doing?" you ask her raggedly, because you've been searching a long time and you can't understand why she'd come out here, alone, with the wrong kind of axe and not a thing else.
"You don't understand," she says, wrenching the axe away from you, and you start back. It may be the wrong axe but it's heavy still, and you've seen that glint in an angry molig's eye before. Closer than you ever
islandsoneislands2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It’s cold in her house and still she feels herself burning up. It’s in the unnatural skip of her heartbeats, in the restless race of her blood. Everything is on fire.
She wants to run a hundred miles or sleep a hundred years. She wants to kiss someone, kill someone, wants to devour someone whole. In her head, words are twisted up in thoughts are twisted up in stuttering uncertainty. She is humming with confusion; she can hardly speak.
The brightness of the day comes as a shock to her--when she steps out of the coffeeshop she walks into the sun and marvels at the strange flow of time.
It's only much later that she startles awake in her bed and remembers that it's all due to the simple fact of daylight savings, that it is not some magical hiccup that takes this one day and turns one of its hours into gold. But she thinks that Daylight Savings was Sunday, and she went to visit an old friend on Sunday night—ducked into the house a
Green"Stupid!" Nik growled to himself, walking away from yet another job opportunity. "Idiotic, stupid, bumbling, ugh! Just had to mention that you've got no magic- that'll be a great quality for them to hear!"Green4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His tirade was cut off with the small pull on his hand. He looked down to see his younger, six-year old brother tugging at him, big green eyes looking up at his imploringly. The rage and frustration drained out of him, leaving him with only sadness and regret. He had no money, no job, no possible way to buy his younger brother a meal- no one wanted to hire a magic-less servant, or gardener, or anything. In a county full of superstition, most people stayed well away from such a person- in their eyes, bad luck was sure to be afoot around the unfortunate person. He looked up around the bustling town, full of busy people with large purses. Bitterness struck him the same time as an idea did.
"Wait here." He whispered to Aman, giving him a serious look. "I mean it, Aman, if you move so muc
82. Can You Hear Me?"What about now?" Liz says in a almost indiscernible whisper, the softness ruined when she begins to giggle soon after. She had never quite understood the expression 'laughter bubbling up', but lately she felt full and happy, and she was laughing before she really knew what she was doing. Rich grins back at her, his softly glowing green eyes moving fondly across her face.82. Can You Hear Me?3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Still yes." He murmurs into her ear, his smile tickling her skin as he places a kiss underneath.
"And now?" Her voice is softer still, barely audible to her own ears.
"Yes." His lips brush up and down her neck almost curiously. "Though it behooves me to tell you, Elizabeth, that in such close proximity to you this is hardly a legitimate experiment, nor will the results be satisfactory."
"Hey, buddy, that's not pillow talk."
"The meaning of that phrase eludes me." He says, his arm shifting around her waist with purpose and pulling her close on the sheets.
"You can't use that excuse every time. You knew what 'friends w
WhitewashWhen you're five years old you set a promise in the dark, your sister's ice-queen eyes witness. Millie is sitting straight-backed against the headboard, face wide and earnest, and it seems as if the world has heaped itself on her shoulders, or maybe it's the strangeness of midnight.Whitewash5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"We can't make our wills or anything like that until we're eighteen," she says fiercely. "But I might forget this by then."
In later years you will find time to reflect that you're not as whimsical as Millie; young, you only think then that you could never forget something this important. But you can't argue with the three-years-older she holds above your head (the wisest bestest elder sister in the world.)
Your love for her borders on hero-worship, and looking back, you sometimes wonder if that's healthy.
The door bangs shut. "Jodie!"
How strange, the way it works: your hand is frozen to the table in the way it should have been on the phone, but that was minutes ago and maybe it was delayed-reaction, becau
The Libra HusbandI.The Libra Husband3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they can get you
in East Hampton for wearing red shoes
on a Thursday
I don't know whether you knew
that--I mean--do you know
it's very hot in New York City
I like the terrible noise
you hear at night and all these terrible
drilling sounds--I never go to sleep
unless the whole pavement is jumping
outside and it's a hundred degrees
when I go to New York City I see myself
--Where have you been?
--Where have you been?
--Where have you been?
--Where have you been?
this is the revolutionary costume:
I never wear this
in East Hampton.
I'm not gonna spend another winter
in East Hampton--
in the first place I can't
I just can't
I can't spend another winter
out here in the country
I can't do it
I'm telling you--I can't
I can't get my figure back
unless I hit New York City
any little rat's nest
in New York City
any little mouse hole
any little rat hole
even on Tenth Avenue
I would like better
it's all a question
of who you want to
Piano Man He could hear Sarah warming up in front of the microphone, her small, soft voice rising and falling. The din of the waiters and servers setting up the many tables in front of them echoed behind her; the grating clatter of silverware wore against his ears.Piano Man4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He turned his attention back to Sarah. So much clearer, so much more pleasant... His shoulders, which had been tensed, relaxed, and he ran his fingers over the piano keys reverently, letting the background noise fade away.
And a pure, clear note from Sarah cracked.
His hands stopped over the keys, turning his head slightly and shifting on the hard piano bench so he could hear her better. Sarah had recovered beautifully, falling into a lower note and continuing the scale as she had been doing, but he could hear the small tremble in her voice, the quick gasps of breaths between notes. There was silence, for a moment, after Sarah finished the scale, before she began to sing again. She was determined, he was sure, to shake off
A Whole New World'Just hurry up!' Ron moaned at Hermione who was looking a little flustered.A Whole New World5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
'I'm trying!' She replied grabbing Rons hand which still made him blush.
'Stop arguing and let's go!' Harry (who had to put up with their arguing for years) urged Hermione as she took his hand.
'I don't know where...'
'ANYWHERE!' Harry shouted his nerves taking over; it had started off as a quiet trip to Diagon Alley but of course someone had to point out that it was Harry Potter in Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. He was not keen to get trampled on...again. Hermione had run out of places to hide and was desperately thinking; maybe she didn't need anything to specific. I need a safe place where they will never find us. She thought for a minute she had splinched as she felt an unfamiliar tug at her stomach. Closing her eyes and praying for the best the three of them were pulled into the unknown; Hermione knew something was wrong because it didn't feel like they were appearating. It felt like they were taking
EPIC: Robin breaks a heartRobin's watch was over--she was turning to wake the next sentry when there was an ominous rustle, and she whirled with sword drawn.EPIC: Robin breaks a heart5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was only Commander Rad coming to take her place. His massive sword was buckled over his shoulder, but he was otherwise unarmed and unarmored. "Hello," she said, relieved, and stood up to stretch. "Thanks for waking up on your ownI always feel bad kicking people awake for watch."
Rad's face creased into a smile, and Robin was surprised to find that he was almost handsome when he wasn't being hostile. His features held a boyish charm that had always been buried behind the eagle mask. He came to stand by her and stared out into the dark for a long moment. She waited for him to say something, but nothing seemed forthcoming.
"Is Andais always at war?" she found herself asking. "Do you always have to be the Commander?"
Rad turned slowly to face her. "Yes," he said after considering. "It is. I do. Andais is good. Others are evil. There is always a war be
EPIC: they anger a sparrow"Wait," he said.EPIC: they anger a sparrow5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She hadn't expected that. "Whatwhat's your name?" he asked. He looked like he hated to even say it, but there was no mistaking the expression in his eyes. It matched the one Robin felt was in her own: hunted. (Also hungry. Robin was not used to missing breakfast, and her stomach was complaining unhappily. But mostly hunted.)
Feeling more kindly towards him, she said, "Robin."
He gave her the barest of nods, and his gaze lingered on her for just a moment. "Okay," he said. Then he turned and began to walk away.
There was a beat before Robin fully registered this. "Hang on just a minute there," she burst out, grabbing his arm. "That's it? You're just going to leave?"
"Of course," the boy said, shaking her off. "Was that not the plan in the beginning? You ask me one question. I answer it. We go our merry ways."
"But I thought " Robin said. What had she thought, really? That he hadn't been serious, of course. That he'd wantedif not a friend, then at least a
EPIC: fifty scenes projectEPIC: wherein Robin and Matthew (fantasy buffs, mortal enemies, and sudden heroes) embark on a quest that inverts, averts, subverts, deconstructs, and generally wreaks havoc on the many tropes and cliches of fantasy fiction.EPIC: fifty scenes project3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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Robin closed the door against the groaning protest of its warped frame and came to stand over the foot of the bed. “I don’t think we can trust them,” she said, crossing her arms tightly.
Clearly, Matthew had never heard that keeping eye contact when speaking was polite, since he ignored her attempt to meet his eye and flopped backward onto the bed. “Judging by how very blond the prince is, I think you’re wrong,” he said, sprawling out over as much of the bed as his four limbs could occupy and kicking her thigh in the process. “I think they’re Good.” The capital letter was evident in his tone.
JuliaMetMichaelSamaraSawTheStarsGenevieveFoundFeari.JuliaMetMichaelSamaraSawTheStarsGenevieveFoundFear3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Tonight is different.
Genevieve pauses, watching layers of fog ascend forward from the darkness. The ominous mist slinks onward as it settles against her taunt muscles. Vapor coils along her skin like venom; tangible and prickling.
She allows herself timid inhales of February. Every breath sparks arctic shockwaves through her nervous system. Glacial streaks echo between her tissues; ever-so-silent, sickening her. Genevieve then slows, listening to iced-oxygen as it hardens between blood cells.
The cold feels like boulders in my lungs.
She begins to feel so unexpectedly heavy in her skin. Slu
free agentwell shefree agent6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
that she'd vanish
into the forest
for four years
come some secret dream
lent specter who'd
all conscious thought
wanted or not
in the solitude
this tiny light
who taught my
and so I
made her name
our time would hear
and I dis-
between my ears
yet the moon
often makes possible
lovers sometimes do
and we do
and we do
oh! and dreams
oh! what dreams
to who dreams
who dreams dreams
May I take your Order?Supermarket. Enter.May I take your Order?3 years ago in Drama More Like This
People. Shockwaves in my head. Moving. Keep going, just keep going.
Get your beer. Get your alcohol. Get your remedies to escape.
Food. Now. You won't survive without it. Moving, moving slowly.
Keep your head down. The images are too fast for you.
I feel the alcohol stick to my tongue.
Where is it I need to go?
My footsteps pacing blindly. I need something to eat, fast.
I dare to life my chin. Looking up. Friendly, yet distanced smile.
“May I take your order?”
The sentence echoed throughout my head. Order.. take.. order.
“Yes.. I’d like…”
Hurry! People are waiting!
“.. a hamburger please.”
Hamburger? Seriously? In a supermarket?
“Is there anything else you would like?”
I would like? I would LIKE? I’d like so many things. Help me get my life back upside up. Help me turn this shit around, help me—
“No, that’s it, thank you.
Blue-Jay"I don't think I can do it anymore."Blue-Jay5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The girl says this. She is sitting on an old wooden bench under an even older apple blossom tree. Sunlight falls in stencils of gold across her face and arms.
"I know it's hard."
This is said by the boy. He is sitting beside her, his blue eyes glinting in the dappled light. "It's hard but you have to."
The girl stares down at her hands. "I'm sick of the apologies."
"What do you mean?"
"The others. They apologize to me. Even my teachers do it! Why are they apologizing? Do they think it will make me feel better? Does it make them feel self-riotous and noble to remind me every day?"
The boy sighs. "They mean well, Elsa. What would you say if you were them?"
"I don't know anymore! All I know is that I don't want to go back to school tomorrow. I can't."
He rests a hand on her knee. "Don't tal
The F.U.N Song!FThe F.U.N Song!2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Is for friends who do stuff together.
Is for you and me!
Is for anywhere and any time at all-
Down here in the deep blue sea!
Is for frolick through all the flowers.
Is for Ukele-le.
Is for nose-picking, sharing gum and sand licking-
Down here with my best buddy!