ABOUT THE PLANET ILDEN
Ilden (literal translation, rock) is a large planet, about one-and-a-half times larger than Earth. Ilden lacks the large oceans and seas of Earth, although its two hemispheres are separated by a vast, hot desert, Ruri Ildeni Mat (The Great Desert of Ilden), which at its equator is almost entirely inhospitable, where temperatures average 175 degrees Fahrenheit in summer, and 120 in winter.
Ilden does have two large seas and a series of medium-sized lakes. Both of the seas are in the Southern Hemisphere of the planet, where the recently-established planetary capital (also named Ilden) is locate
"Nenso, this is Jake Walgren. He's from the Human ship."
"Pleasure," Nenso Bgeho said with a smile, extending a hand for the handsome blonde human male to shake. "Captain Nenso Bgeho, I fly off the Majesty." The human, wearing his races Space Forces uniform with the single gold bar of a Second Lieutenant on the shoulders, smiled back. It was a nervous smile, though, as he had to wait for his language chip to translate the phrase for him, but once the info filtered through and sent the translated phrase to the man's earpiece, he nodded and grabbed Nenso's orange-furred hand. It wa
"You know, this really fuckin' sucks."
The cheetah girl, Patricia Zeke, took a long drag from her cigarette and let her words hang in the air as she inhaled the smoke into her lungs. Those words hung in mid-air, somewhat ominously, and none of Pat's visitors responded. Everybody sat in silence, heads low, eyes studying the floor. There was nothing remarkable about the off-white linoleum, let alone the rest of the room (white-washed walls and metal folding chairs), but with nothing better to do, you needed something to occupy yourself. Pat, herself, preferred smoking. She already had the
Lucy was asleep on the couch in the livingroom again.
She had been sleeping there for just about every night for a week, the television either tuned to Adult Swim or on a DVD menu's infinite loop. It was restless sleep, filled with half-dreams affected by the sounds of the television, and interrupted at every noise that could possibly be her sweetheart returning home. Every gust of wind, every creak of the floor, every passing car with a noisy muffler similar to her boyfriend's, they all jerked her head from the couch to leave her blinking sleepy-eyed for a few seconds as she attempted to determine the source of the noise before her heart
Broderick Territory Zone 4
January 13th, 2050
The bigger man swung a fist at his smaller opponent, where it connected solidly with the side of his nose. The smaller man, a red fox, looked dazed for a moment and staggered backwards into the crowd that surrounded the two combatants, but found no help with them as they just shoved him back into another swipe from the ape man that mostly missed, glancing off of the fox's forehead. The fox recoiled, putting his hands up and attempting to back away again, but the bystanders once again shoved him forwards.
"No!" Patricia shouted, stomping one foot on the creaky wooden floor, an act that made th
Raleigh, North Carolina
Ricky lunged into a full sprint, unclipping his sidearm from its holster and aiming it down the street. The attacker was already halfway down the block at a sprint of his own, his boots kicking up waves from the puddles in the sidewalk as he fled the scene. Behind him and just ahead of Ricky, a young girl dropped to her knees, clutching at her stomach, before collapsing face-first onto the dirty wet walkway. Ricky squeezed his pistol's trigger several times, losing count of how many rounds he fired as he tried to concentrate both on the escaping man and the injured girl. The sound of the shots echoed
It was so easy to go unnoticed on a streetcorner in the middle of a big city, waiting to cross the street. People went unnoticed all the time as cars drove by, the drivers not bothering to give them a second glance. The Man stood in the swirling blob-like mass of human flesh, Armani suits, and crocodile-skin shoes as the light turned red and the cars came to a stop, just as the crosswalk indicator started flashing "WALK" in bright white lights.
The man shifted so he was on the outer edge of the group, closest to the vehicles, and eyeballed the three that had lined up right at the crosswalk: a Stallion and two Sentinals, one blue, one yello
It all came down to this moment. Emotions, concerns, and wonder all funneled down from the top of the hourglass to the bottom, and there were just grains sitting, waiting to fall. Could he do it? Could he say it?
Josh met Cathy in 2002, a little more than midway through his first semester at Northern Michigan University. Cathy's visit was a typically spontaneous Cathy-ism—she drove three hours from her home to pay a one-day visit to her old friends, and she didn't plan this trip until she had decided that she felt like doing something that night.
The hero of the story, Josh, was sitting on the futon in the dorm room, holding a Playstati
If this is found, please do me a favor...even if you hate me. Even if you're the one who killed me. Please, by the gods and goddesses above, send this to my parents, or at least tell them of my fate. Tell them I love them, and that I'm sorry--dearly sorry--that I never listened to them. Tell my friends I'm sorry that their pleas were ignored. Don't let them think I disappeared into nothing, don't let them think that my heart turned black and I turned into a monster, either. Let them know I'm gone, so they can move on with life.
Even if you killed me, don't let me die quietly.
Three months earlier
A quietly flickering fire, a clear, cloudle
"Reinforce the doors! Block them up! Don't let that thing get out!"
Dr. David Holmqvist grabbed a handkerchief out of his lab coat pocket with a shaking hand and wiped the sweat off of his bald head as guards in full military riot gear charged past him with guns the size of a man's leg in hand. The hallway they were in was dark; that thing had gotten into the power grid somehow. The only light to go by were the rotating red alarm lights mounted on the walls, bathing everything in a swirling red light.
From the opposite end of the hall, several of the troops had discarded their bulky weapons and had grabbed an industrial freezer from the
He entered the Peter White Lounge so silently and unobtrusively that if I hadn't been waiting for company, I never would have noticed him. The sudden appearance of a human form in the doorway all the way at the other end of the lounge made me look up instinctively. Upon noticing that the new arrival was male and not the girl I was expecting, I started to look back down towards my laptop. There was something about this person's manner, though, that made me keep one eye on him as he began walking the length of the lounge.
Dressed unspectacularly in a tan t-shirt and nearly black jeans that hung loosely from his legs, sporting dirty black te
Last April, my girlfriend Michelle asked if I would like to stay at her house for the weekend. Being the star-crossed lover I was, I felt it would have been a stupid idea to decline such a gracious offer, so that Thursday, we made the three-hour trek to her home in Dafter to spend time joking around with her family. Life was good that spring, and I felt that nothing could bring it down.
The weather that early spring had been very dry and very cold. Despite all the snow, none of it seemed to saturate the bone-dry ground, and any moisture still left after the snow disappeared was sucked up in the crisp air. The green grass, which had just
Dammit, he hated these mood swings.
One moment you're perfectly happy, enjoying the view outside your window (and in Zachary's case, it was the view of the office building adjacent to his office), having a cigar, when all of a sudden, a mood swing hits. They always seemed to come on fairly happy days, too.
Zachary simply sighed and took a puff of his cigar, feeling the thick smoke run down his windpipe and fill his lungs with warmth that felt like the complete polar opposite of the cold chill in the office. Supressing the feelings of doubt and unhappiness in his heart, the smoke came out of his mouth in a thick white cloud that looked lik
"You're so boring, you know that?"
The Hudson was quiet, as usual. Greg liked it here at the "Guard Post," nothing more than a balcony sticking out of the side of the sixth floor of Broderick Kinship Headquarters overlooking the black water. There was enough moonlight out that Greg didn't need the searchlight tonight, something he was very thankful for. That overgrown Maglite was incredibly hot, annoyingly loud, and a terrible burden to adjust and move around. That's why he liked the moonlight, he thought as he brushed his striped black and yellow hair from his brown-furred canine face, his job was peaceful.
"Stop ignoring me, you assho
Now the world has gone to bed
Darkness won't engulf my head
I can see by infra-red
How I hate the night
Now I lay me down to sleep
Try to count electric sheep
Sweet dream wishes you can keep
How I hate the night
No, this isn't a broken record. Chapter Five of If I lead is up at DVED, which is cool because this time it didn't take me a month to finish it (stupid Chapter Four!).
So. Go read it and I'll let you live.