Coming out of a long, gentle right-hand curve at 15 mph, Madison spotted a faint red glow through the darkness and drifting snow about a mile ahead of her. Sighing with relief, she switched on her train intercom. “Head’s up, boys, White Rocks dead ahead!” She quickly proclaimed. “Thank the Lord, this job’s just about over,” Roy replied with a sigh of relief. Wyatt, for his part, just smiled and, for the first time since the run started, felt himself relax slightly. In a few minutes, the worst of this run would be over. With the southern yard limits approaching, Joel pushed Madison’s throttle to neutral and began gently applying the brakes, slowly bringing the train’s speed down to 5 mph before they switched off the mainline and onto the No. 1 yard track. As the consist rolled gradually down the yard track, Madison glanced over to her right as downtown White Rock slowly appeared out of the gloom. Since its founding 100 years ago, downtown White Rock has changed very
El vigilante en las penumbras by Bioteknos, literature
Literature
El vigilante en las penumbras
¿Has oído esa frase trillada de “la realidad supera a la ficción”? Bueno, si creías que era un cliché, lo que ahora escucharás espero que te baste para darle crédito a la oración.
Hace un año fui en calidad de investigador anexo a uno de los estudios socioantropológicos del célebre Doctor Fuscher, observando las tradiciones chamánicas del recientemente descubierto pueblo indígena de los Kurhú. Fue allí donde conocí a Guy Paulsen, el hombre que, luego de haberse perdido tres semanas en el desierto, localizó –aunque debo decir que más b
There are many things that are depressing in life. Losing a friend, braking up with a lover, but for me there is only one that causes my depression.
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TOMATOES! Just one look sends me into tears I mean really they are full of water. I first become angry due to the tomatoes red shade, then I feel sad since someone is going to cut into that plump, juicy fruit.
I must be careful when I enter the fruit and veggie section especially when I feel happy because on
pokemon master part 5 by masterazrael12, literature
Literature
pokemon master part 5
jack stared at the man before him, he looked so calm, yet gave off such an imposing aura. it was like looking a knight in armor ready for battle. all kinds of questions floated through jacks mind. before he could ask a one Devon came running out.
"that was amazing, I cant believe you captured it." he said with his southern accent fairing.
"yeah I cant believe it either." he said looking at his pokeball, with his new beedrill in it.
"Devon, what happened?" asked on of the two women behind brock.
"oh, mom. this is my new friend jack, he helped us get rid of the kakuna. but that beedrill attacked and he caught it." he said looking at the woman
Heart of Chaos - Chapter 18: The Well of the Past by Chris000, literature
Literature
Heart of Chaos - Chapter 18: The Well of the Past
Chapter 18: The Well of the Past
January 11, 3242, 0310 hours
Parl-265d, Near Unknown Artifact
Parl-265 system
Home Universe
"Step on it!" Finitevus cried out, twisting towards the driver so hard his neck cracked.
Reihner had already stepped on the accelerator, shifting the vehicle into gear and slamming the throttle to full.
The bulky rover shot forward despite its size. The other vehicles had the same idea, rocketing away from the massive alien worm. The creature was massive, as wide as house and as tall as an office building. Its shell-like exterior was covered with serrated chitin plates and fine cilia that reverberated as it roared
Chapter One: Permission slips and Explosions by SimianCity, literature
Literature
Chapter One: Permission slips and Explosions
"The professor she works under really should have come instead"
Chapter One:Permission Slips and Explosions
Aside from the incident at the church, my family and I were settling down in the new neighborhood pretty uneventfully. Despite Janice’s warning, I hadn’t seen the Junker. I hadn’t heard anybody talking about it anymore since that first day either. It seemed everyone had moved onto another fad. Fred occasionally found me in the hallways in between classes. He stayed true to character, chatting my ear off about whatever came to mind at the moment. At least he wasn’t talking about the Uncannies anymore.
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A blind's 6th sense (Ch9) by Fog-angel, literature
Literature
A blind's 6th sense (Ch9)
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A blind’s 6th sense
Chapter 9
{] The set up [}
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_ " I was at my house, suddenly the patrol came inside! I knew it because I heard their thoughts! " Started Rundah
_ " What did you do? " Asked Ruth
_ " I remember what you've told me earlier, so I decided to change my form! And I succeeded! "
_ " Incredible! Was it easy? "
_ " Not really! "
_ " How long did it take? "
_ " I don't remember! "
_ " Girl! You better be more aware of yourself and your surroundings! "
_ " You're right ... What kind of potential does she see in me? How long would it take before I learn it?
_ " What happened then? "
The Peace Bringer Chaper 2 by SuzakuPhoenix71, literature
Literature
The Peace Bringer Chaper 2
Chapter Two
The First Adversary Appears
Kaida woke up and looked around,
“Good it was all a dream. Nothing happened last night out of the ordinary,” she said as she started to get up and then felt something next to her.
She touched it again to make sure she wasn’t dreaming still. It moved under her touch. It was very scaly with spikes going down its back.
“No, no this can’t be happening,” Kaida said as she started to freak out.
The dragon from the other night was still on her bed. It stirred and opened its eyes as it looked at her. It looked so cute in its small form that she couldn’t help but lo
On a cold winter's night in New York City, I was staggering past Brownstones trying to find a place to clear my head. My girlfriend had given me the boot that day and now I found myself trying to sober up after a cathartic booze-fueled oddyssey through the Village. Up to that point I had never been much of a drinker.
I didn't want to go home yet, so I let the cold breeze guide me northbound all along Washington Street. As I was entering the Meatpacking District, I stopped and took a second to look up at the High Line. We went on our first date atop this very structure. It was a clear day in spring and we had an amazing view across Hudson Riv
