I.T.O. Tails
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Drowned
The hum of the u-vulbs was monotonous in the extreme. The light they threw around was wasteful and offended my ego as much as my retinas. They were everywhere here and their persistent existence was enough to make me pull my hat down over my eyes just to eat lunch. I could get away with it most days, as the Captain was usually too busy to bust me for a uniform infraction.
By I.T.O. Tails3 years ago in Fiction
Vertigo
The sweltering heat poured off the writhing form of multiple bodies crashing into each other like a pit of boiling water, their hands waving creating the effect of bubbles popping against the surface. I asked myself once more why I endured the noxious fumes of bodily fluids, burning sensation of physical contact and music so loud the force of it surely changed the pace of my heart beat. I looked towards Bethany, her brown hair loose and waving about her like an image blurred, her crimson nails darting flashes of color against her dark tan skin and black dress, the Jesus that hung from her neck catching the swirling lights and winking as though it was amused by the irony of religion in such a god-forsaken place as this. That was why. I scanned the crowd, fishing for something interesting to do with the next few hours I'd be here.
By I.T.O. Tails3 years ago in Fiction
Not on my new carpet...
Turning, I strode to the doors of the chapel and cast them open. It was close to noon, the street leading to my little church was empty. The main street some ways away was busy enough, for a Tuesday. It all seemed..... wrong. Boss fights were supposed to happen in the middle of the night shrouded in darkness that lent to the monsters' power with rain pelting the hero making things all the more difficult.
By I.T.O. Tails3 years ago in Fiction