"Sharing Victory"- drabble 8Drabble for Forever-Art-FanMore Like This
Characters: Lightning, Strip, Lynda
Words: grassy, indebted, evening
Lightning turned left into the long, dusty driveway leading up to the Weathers estate. The house was smaller than he had expected for a celebrity of The King's stature, but somehow that seemed to suit the older gentleman. Little more than a bungalow, the façade of the house was white with slightly-darker-than-Dinoco-blue trim. Quaint and welcoming, the house seemed almost to smile at the young racecar approaching it. Lightning smiled back, his admiration for The King deepening.
The rays of the late afternoon sun were a brilliant gold as they stretched from beyond the Tennessee hills to illuminate the many different colors of gladiolus and jessamine adorning the front yard. The King himself was relaxing on the grassy lawn, settled low on his axles, his eyes closed. He looked a far sight better than he had the last time Lightning had seen him, which had been in the hosp
Torque ~ Chapter 4Chapter 4 - "Reverse Interrogation"More Like This
The interrogation room's dull yellow walls seemed to do the opposite for Ambrogio in terms of psychological effects. The walls, to him, really did have eyes. He saw the walls as if they were staring right back into his eyes and speaking, "Break."
He shook his hood, nope, he thought, not me. He spoke to the walls in his mind, like any good agent put in his situation would. When a spy is put into a situation where he's being interrogated or being threatened, he doesn't keep his attention only on the subject. His attention goes in all directions - evenly - which is why many people think spies are "super" beings; and the attention to the smallest details keep their attention from giving into whatever feeling was trying to be forced upon them; like a grandmother's knitting as she's parked at her husband's funeral. These walls will not intimidate me, he said to himself, they will not for these walls are nothing but cheap paint.
Torque ~ Chapter 3Chapter 3 - “The New One and the Reunion”More Like This
"...and to the republic for which it stands, one nation under God indivisible with liberty, and justice for all," Rod mumbled to himself. He brought his tire up and out, saluting the small star spangled banner pinned to the cork board in his dorm.
The walls were a clean, cream color which complimented the white tile floor. A chestnut writing desk stood proudly against a wall, ready to be of assistance as a golden lamp that sat off to the side slept through the morning's daylight. Next to the desk, a tall bookcase - which matched his desk - filled with books from his training served as a reminder every single day that Rod's efforts were worth it. The bed, however, wasn't much. It was a cot, but more "decorated" than ones in the army. It was clean, it looked fresh, but it still didn't seem to be a permanent area to rest, just like any other cot. One thing was for sure - at least it wasn't Detroit.
He took in a deep breath as hi
Torque ~ Chapter 2Chapter 2 - "Don't Drop the Soap"More Like This
Rod came rolling from the street to a light yellow house with two floors and a gray roof. He went to put his tire on the door, but a foul stench made him cringe. He looked down at his hood, Evelyn's oily blood still spread all over him. His eyelids squinted from the odor starting to tease his eyes, "Nn..," he pressed his hood into the front door, opening it slowly. He stopped, making sure no one was awake, pulling in his lips, and rolling inside.
Rod's tires gently caressed the wooden floor, trying to be as silent as possible. He hoped that his mother's blown out scented candles would hold off his scent until morning, but the oil was already cooled by now, and its faint scent in the air was just mixing with Evelyn's blood; a flowery, metallic scent that matched Evelyn's perfume mixed with her blood back at the murder site. Rod shook his hood and his eyes focused on the ramp to the second floor. The guilt from the sight, the curdled blood, the so
Torque ~ Chapter 1Chapter 1 - "Just a City Boy, Born and Raised in South Detroit"More Like This
The muscle car could barely see past his front bumper because of the blinding fog. His treads peeled off the asphalt as his tires rolled down the empty city street - still wet from the rain. The dying stoplight hummed with his engine in the bizarre silence while the warm lights coming from inside the apartment buildings were distorted from the lingering cloud.
Detroit, where cars were inside by the time the sun set, guns, drugs; just like in the movies. Every day that passed, it felt just like those movies for him. There are good parts and bad parts everywhere, but one of the truest things he could say was that there hasn't been a dull moment in the area of Detroit he lived in; and he couldn't see himself growing up anywhere else. Something about the thrill never got old.
"EMPTY YOUR TRUNK," a man's voice echoed from an alley in the distance. The muscle car's attention on the fog quickly faded, "I SAID GIMMIE WHAT'S
Lone Star - Chapter 14More Like This
Big Thing’s mouth remained agape, trying to articulate his thoughts and understand what could possibly be going on.
“Grab him, boys,” Shiloh said sharply, narrowing his eyes.
From the darkness two of his cronies emerged, flanking him on both sides with guns. Big Thing’s eyes moved nervously in his head to each of the car’s loaded AR-15’s. Shiloh wasn’t messing around this time.
“Bring him over here, and before you do so, check to see if he’s armed,” Shiloh commanded, and drove off into the darkness. The two cars quickly stripped Big Thing of his pistol and took it as their own before ushering him after Shiloh.
As they moved deeper into the coop, Big Thing squinted his eyes when a small ray of light came into view. A hole in the roof of the coop provided everyone with enough light to see, and he was able to start making out cars that were merely shadows before.
Twenty cars stood in a line, all of them gas guzzlers. E
Gone To Far - TGA college aged kid by the name of Sam Hast had been working at the college’s day care center for the past few months. It dueled as a part time job and a few credit hours to go to his degree. Sam was a bit naïve as he was only nineteen years old and in his second year. He still hasn’t grasped the concept that some girls his age will/might get pregnant. His belief revolved around that you should at least finish school or at least be over the legal drinking age before “starting a family”.More Like This
He was basically the only guy working in the day care while the rest were girls from all kinds of backgrounds and getting different degree’s that would lead them to a job with children. There was one girl that everyone knew as Kimmy who had just entered her second trimester, she was the same age as Sam and it infuriated him.
Sam basically made it his mission to antagonize Kimmy about her pregnancy. It never escalated any higher than a few bouts of name calling between t
I Wanted A Girlfriend: I Got A Boyfriend - TGMy phone buzzed and I looked at the text message that I have received. The message was from my girlfriend that I had been dating for three weeks, Ida. The text read, “Harrison, you know that I will always like you, but this relationship doesn’t seem to be working. I still want to be your friend, but I don’t love you that way anymore.” My phone dropped through my hand and onto the floor as tears filled my eyes.More Like This
My name is Harrison Kane, and I am just looking for love. I am twenty five years five years old and I have been dumped seven times in the past five years. Mainly, in addition to love, I just wanted a family. I had always dreamed of the day I would be in bed with my wife and I would rub her pregnant belly. The amount of kids didn’t matter to me, whether it be one or five, I would love all of them. But I couldn’t keep my status as ‘in a relationship.’
Quickly, I texted my best friend, Garrett Ebony, asking him to meet me at the caf
Night Prowler Faith smiled as she strutted into the room; her fangs sliding out just over her sable lips. Her dark hair flowed out behind her like a half formed shadow as the young vampire came to a halt. It was almost time for her to go out on the town for the night. The sun at last fell behind the edge of the horizon and the cool night was at last upon the world. Her smile widened.More Like This
Faith walked about her room with a sense of glee. Her pale fingers with long, black nails plucked a corset from the bed. “If only,” she murmured as she admired the garment and ran her fingers through the lace. The time for such things was past her. The vampire quickly made her way through her closet and after a moment she assembled herself an ensemble for the evening. Her ivory skin glowed as the moon began its ascent amongst the stars and peered in through her window. She slowly dressed, taking her time to make su