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All About the Arse-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-All About the Arse in General Fiction
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All About the Ass
Far underground, a light flickered off.
The marauding figure, who had switched it on but a second before, noted the dense popping sound with an annoyed expression, and continued walking in darkness. He stopped a moment later, however- ears perking at a heavy thudding, as though the sudden darkness was some cue. A single oval of bright, steady light screeched around the corner, suspended by what he knew innately was several hundred pounds of pure muscle and metal.
The man readied his gun, slinging it into his arms as the Metalhead barreled toward him through the water. The buttery yellow glow of its gem glazed the scratched pipes in a dull halo, and the thing gave a gravelly snarl, lunging at him.
He countered, sloughing it to the side with a practiced heave of his gun. It hit the pipes with a deep, gong-like rattle. It whipped mindlessly and tried once more, the prey's eyes following its sounds through the darkness and all-too ready whe
Just Another Mission- Chp 26-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-Just Another Mission- Chp 26 in General Fiction
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Just Another Mission, chapter 25. Keira's POV.
His Deepest Condolences
Doors reeled in halfway, grungy air wafting in the sounds of choking zoomers and idle chatter. The pale, waning blue of the sky just visible around the lumbering racing coliseum.
Just another day at the garage. I knew someone was scheduled for an appointment, but my eyes had glanced off the name.
I know it's bad for business, but I've been ignoring a lot of things like that lately- taking them at the moments value, because I've been feeling so tired. Drained before I even get to work, caught up with all the horrible things that've been going on. They stick with me a little too much. Dax getting… getting so hurt and all, it's really torn us up.
Tess was hysterical for a week. Nothing could calm her down, and she wanted to be with me every second. But…Jak isn't even staying with me most nights, and even when he does, he's always silent. Slipping in and out of every room like a ghost
Just Another Mission 24.9-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-Just Another Mission 24.9 in General Fiction
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Waiting- Jak's POV
For the first week, that's all I could think. Thank god he's alive.
His every breath was relief. My comfort. But I'm still waiting. Waiting in a different way.
I know I wasn't… lying, back there. If he had died, I don't know what I would have done. The thought, because it was so real, the pure possibility of him not being there… it's like wavering on an edge.
The drop is so far on one end that, even though you know you're safe on the other side, it still scares you shitless because you can still look down, so far down to a deep gaping something you don't want to name, and it was so close. So much closer than it ever should have been. Too close to say it won't come back.
If Dax had died, I would have followed him. I know that. But now that he's here, and alive and safe and alright, I don't know what to think.
No- I know what to think. I just don't know what to do.
I… I hate him hating me.
That nightmare in the