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45:19

There were three of them in the observation room, though it was large enough to house and staff at least two dozen researchers.  Anna Kasmiar sat at the central terminal, facing the thick windows and beyond them the seven-foot-tall glass cylinder, her fingers flying across her keyboard as she finished up the last of the diagnostics on the device.  "Power is go, particle flow is go, all systems are go," she muttered, loud enough for the other people present to hear. "Confirmation on green light," Michael Filch called out from her left. From her right:  "The timer is sending its data stream directly into the hard

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45:19

There were three of them in the observation room, though it was large enough to house and staff at least two dozen researchers.  Anna Kasmiar sat at the central terminal, facing the thick windows and beyond them the seven-foot-tall glass cylinder, her fingers flying across her keyboard as she finished up the last of the diagnostics on the device.  "Power is go, particle flow is go, all systems are go," she muttered, loud enough for the other people present to hear. "Confirmation on green light," Michael Filch called out from her left. From her right:  "The timer is sending its data stream directly into the hard

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45:19

There were three of them in the observation room, though it was large enough to house and staff at least two dozen researchers.  Anna Kasmiar sat at the central terminal, facing the thick windows and beyond them the seven-foot-tall glass cylinder, her fingers flying across her keyboard as she finished up the last of the diagnostics on the device.  "Power is go, particle flow is go, all systems are go," she muttered, loud enough for the other people present to hear. "Confirmation on green light," Michael Filch called out from her left. From her right:  "The timer is sending its data stream directly into the hard

Science Fiction

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Horror

4 deviations

The Blind Bravery of Thieves

“Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do—” “Does it involve wacky hijinks in a desperate attempt to get us out of this situation?” I asked, rolling my eyes. Phia just looked at me.  “No.  We’re gonna—” “Does it involve weapons?  Violence?  Physical exertion?” I continued. “Yes, no, and yes,” Phia replied, "In that order." I frowned, rubbing my chin.  “What kind of physical exertion are we talking here?” “Um…” Phia rubbed his chin too.  “Some running, some jumping, and some faster running.” “Jumping?” “Over the dragon.&

The Treasure Hunters

3 deviations

Song

I.  I. Bright grey sky... O, to unfold my wings and fly, And fly and fly and fly and fly, So very high. I'd let these dark clouds hear my cry, Let them hear and question why. I'd let the air slip by and sigh... Then disappear, my exit nigh. II.  Gambler. The room is cold, The dice are rolled, And the dreams are no longer as bold As they used to be. My soul is sold, My torment doled, And my heart is not nearly as old As it feels to be. III.  Torrential. Sopping wet. Caught in net. Pouring rain. Washing pain. Chilling cold. Heart of gold. Heart of ice. Ain't it nice? Empty soul. Rock and roll. IV.  Remember. Feel t

Misc.

5 deviations

The Barmaid's Baby

Merilene curled up under a thick blanket on her bed, blue eyes shut tight, knees to her chest.  She lay there, perfectly still and holding her breath, trying to block out the world.  It didn't work—she could hear heavy footsteps on the stairs outside her small room. It was funny, she thought, how you could tell how angry a person was by the sound of their boots.  The young woman opened her eyes and ler her breath out as a sigh.  She heard the door of her room fly open and slam against the wall, so hard she felt the vibration through the bed.  She heard the landlady's soft "Hmph", followed by a muttered "Damn it all" before the blanket sh

Fantasy

1 deviation

Conscription Day

3 deviations

We Jedi - Part One

The Langley drifted slowly through the starry void, its tracer lights blinking to indicate that it was a trading vessel and not a military ship.  Its barrel-like engines flared blue and white, propelling the freighter's awkward, boxy form through the cold waste of space.  A sensor array mounted on the top of the ship spun slowly, scanning a sphere around the vessel carefully for debris—or other ships.  Another, slung under the bridge, scanned for heat and other energy signatures. Inside, on the gunmetal grey deck of the bridge, she stood silently.  The bridge-crew bustled around the cloaked figure, but she didn't move.  Her eyes, the ship's

Scraps

10 deviations