Joey Shabadoo
Bio
Someone who wants to tell a story, but doesn't always know how. So I'm going to try anyway even if it's under an alias
Stories (2/0)
Karisian
‘Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Fat load of good that did for these poor souls’ I think to myself. The grandeur of this space station was now lost. For all of its luxuries, it had become nothing more than a mausoleum. Some unknown force had reduced this place to a smoldering husk of its former magnificence. As my co-pilot manoeuvres around a chunk of floating debris the size of a car, he lets out a low, long whistle. And I don’t blame him.
By Joey Shabadoo2 years ago in Fiction
The Left Behinds
June 26th, Year Unknown. Country Unknown. Place Unknown. ‘I don’t know how long I have been walking for, nor do I know why I travelled in this direction. All that I have with me is my worn down backpack, a dodgy memory and a rusty heart shaped locket that I have carried with me for as long as I can remember. What I do know, is that I need to take shelter, hunker down, so that they can’t chase me. Who is they? I hear you ask. I couldn’t tell you. All I know is they have been relentlessly chasing me for three nights now and I need some sleep.
By Joey Shabadoo3 years ago in Fiction
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