Michael Hawkins
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I Found Her!
I kept close to him. The stranger left me on my own when I suffered the hallucinations. But I seriously doubted he would do anything if I were to have another spell. I mean, he didn't do anything for me when I fell to the floor but if anything, I'm hoping that there will be people around if I were to fall again and maybe something will be done about it. At least thats what I'm hoping for. The street we now arrive on… the street lights were off. The clouds dissipated and the moon shined brightly enough for me to see. The stranger continued forth with me following. There were no others around so my hope for witnesses diminished.
By Michael Hawkins7 months ago in Fiction
What Is Going On?
We entered the building. The stranger walked down the hallway with me following. I grew a little concerned about this, for the stranger has been giving me unsettling feelings since the state fair. As we continued to walk, I noticed my surroundings beginning to grow dark. Before I knew it, I began to feel light-headed and I collapsed. But just as I hit the floor, it immediately turned into asphalt.
By Michael Hawkins7 months ago in Fiction
Where Are We Going
He hasn't said a word since we left the state fair. I tucked my duster in tight as the cold from the rain has gotten a little bit worse. The stranger walked on ahead of me as I struggle to keep up with him. The pain medication's already starting to wear out and I left the bottle back home. Fantastic… We've been walking down the streets for what feels like an hour before he stepped down into the subway. I had difficulty stepping down the stairs without the pain shooting through my leg. It felt like my leg wanted to break under me. The stranger didn't seem to care about my situation. He just kept walking. It was like he was trying to leave me behind for something else.
By Michael Hawkins7 months ago in Fiction
There's A Stranger Here...
There's A Stranger Here… God, my leg is killing me and the cold from this rain isn't helping any. I just arrived at the fair but there is hardly a soul here. All I can see is very few stragglers, homeless folks from the looks of it, trying to keep out of the rain. I have to know. I approached the homeless and presented the photo of the woman to them, asking them if they've seen her. No such luck so far.
By Michael Hawkins7 months ago in Fiction
Where Is She...?
I woke up with a gasp. My head is throbbing, only to painfully increase with the thumping of my heart. All around me, the room is trashed; shattered glass spread across the floor, the picture frames are smashed, the curtains are torn, and the furniture is knocked over. What happened? I dont remember. Thunder rumbled in the distance and the windows are gently rattling with rain. I raise myself from the floor ever so slowly, my body aching all over.
By Michael Hawkins7 months ago in Fiction
Fiery Hearts
Kellis strolled through the forest of Duvan on a beautiful morning. Drops of morning dew fell from blades of grass at the shudder of her steps. The birds twittered to greet the morning and feed their young. Kellis's bluish-green wings glistened in the warm sunlight. A faint trickling sound of a stream could be heard. Upon her arrival, Kellis lowered her head into the stream for a drink before submerging into the cool water. She let out a gentle growl as water brushed against her scales.
By Michael Hawkinsabout a year ago in Fiction
The Journey
In the vast ocean of space, there was a feeling of peace and tranquility. At least, that's what Michael felt as he stared out at the stars from the cockpit. Like fireflies, the stars twinkled. Looking down at the monitors, Michael checked his trajectory along with his routine system check.
By Michael Hawkinsabout a year ago in Fiction
Untamable Flames
The morning sun began to rise slowly over the war-torn lands of Kingsleigh. Smoke lingered gingerly after a night of heavy shellings. Sergeant Thomas Evans peeked through the scope across the no-mans-land, scouting for any signs of enemy activity. He can barely spot the enemy troops in the trench across the field, only by their helmets.
By Michael Hawkinsabout a year ago in Fiction
COLOSSUS
The train silently zoomed out of an icy tunnel like a bullet. Onboard was a squad of troops. This was no ordinary train, but a transporter train, and it was carrying a special cargo codenamed C.O.L.O.S.S.U.S, designed for a purpose known only to certain people in higher positions as its top secret. In the passenger aisle, Samuel Kris brought a cup of coffee to a rather bored Riley Winter.
By Michael Hawkins3 years ago in Fiction
True Courage
Thomas stared out the window of a beaten truck as the convoy drove across the wasteland. Sahara looked at him while she drove, and she noticed he wasn't drawing like he usually did. "Thomas, is everything okay? You're not drawing like you usually do."
By Michael Hawkins3 years ago in Futurism