Michael Hawkins
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The Voldor Station was busier than usual. Ships full of humans, aliens, cyborgs, and cargo boarded and departed from the docking bays. Flashes of light lit up the space's darkness as new ships appear while old ones depart in warp drives. The announcers' voices echoed in multiple languages throughout the station. A rusty-looking passenger ship landed among one of the docks, opening the doors shortly afterward. Among the passengers exiting, three humanoids squealed and whooped with delight as they pushed their way through, knocking down a couple of passengers. Each of the three wore black jackets with glowing neon stripes streaking down their sleeves, torn skin-tight pants, splattered with mixed colors of blue and purple, and spiked gloves.
By Michael Hawkins3 years ago in Futurism
Video Games Are NOT Responsible!
If you have been paying attention to some of the media lately, you will find that people are discussing how video games are responsible for all the school shootings and other gun-related violence. Furthermore, there have been talks of possibly banning video games. I will go ahead and tell you this; Video games are NOT responsible.
By Michael Hawkins6 years ago in Gamers
Lone Wolf: The Duel
It was morning. The sun rose steadily, igniting the open lands with its light. Birds flew across the sky as they greeted the morning. Just as it sounded peaceful, it all ended when a convoy of four speeding trucks roared across the open en route to a city. An armored soldier, with the rank of captain etched into the shoulder pads, sitting in the passenger seat of one of the trucks was typing on a small keyboard while looking at the transparent screen on the windshield as they approached their destination.Upon zooming in on the city, the radio crackled to life.
By Michael Hawkins6 years ago in Futurism
Rise of Trivia Apps
So have you ever signed into your social media account and all of a sudden, you're seeing an ad revealing an app that shows a couple of trivia questions, followed by the "you win $150?" Since 2017, live trivia apps have been on the rise. Apps like HQ and Hangtime to name, for example, and what these apps have in common are the cash prizes—and I'm talking about actual cash prizes that you can cash out with.
By Michael Hawkins6 years ago in Gamers
Kuri: the Origin #KuriStory #HeyKuri
Emily was a proud eight-year-old granddaughter of the well-known robotic scientist, Professor Janeway Connelly. She would always go to the robotics lab department where Janeway worked and either observed or interacted alongside her grandmother. She was fascinated with the robots designed to assist others in need.Emily dreamed of becoming a robotic scientist like her grandmother. Every day, she would write down notes from some of the books she read and videos she watched discussing the mechanics of robotics. At times, she would draw pictures of robots for ideas, no matter how silly the robots look in her drawings. When she became 13, she was given an award in her school for her excellence and science projects on some of the first few robots she made herself. Whenever she was asked about her interest in robotics, she would always point out that her grandmother was her inspiration. During the summer of that year, she was given the most terrible of news; her grandmother was dying.Her grandmother suffered a stroke and was left with a weakened heart and she had only a few days to live. As Emily stood by her side, tears streaming down her face, Janeway took her hand.
By Michael Hawkins6 years ago in Futurism
Lone Wolf: Predator in the Snow
For the past three hours, it's been snowing, covering the ground in a thick blanket. Lone Wolf remained in prone as he awaited for excavation. Though he was covered in ice, he was quite warm, using a heating device that he took from one of the troops he killed earlier, a device he is now lying on top of, to keep him from freezing. A wolf howled in the distance as the snowy wind blew softly, though Lone Wolf remained still.
By Michael Hawkins6 years ago in Futurism
Descending Trilogy: Descending Into Darkness
You woke up to the sound of your alarm clock going off and you slammed your hand on the snooze button. You yawned and looked at the clock and saw that it was 8:30 in the morning. Realizing you were late for work, you stumbled out of bed and scrambled onto your feet as you went for your dresser. As you were putting your leg into your pants, you struck your knee on the dresser. You cursed as you hopped on one leg, clutching your knee while wincing in pain. As you struggled to put your other leg into your pants, you were brushing your teeth furiously with the toothbrush you didn't bother to put back in the bathroom with the remaining toothpaste that was on the brush. You stopped brushing for a moment just to pull your pants up with both hands. When you pulled your pants up, you quickly put your socks and shoes on and ran out of the bedroom. You finished brushing your teeth and quickly rinsed your mouth in the kitchen. Knowing you didn't have enough time to fix yourself anything to eat, you grabbed a couple of Pop-tarts from a box and ran out the door. You went to get in your car but the doors were locked and you dug your hands into your pocket to take out the keys, only to realize you left your keys back inside. You swore under your breath and you went back inside, grabbed your keys, and went back out. You got in the car and drove to work. You went to look at your watch, only to realize you left that back home. You slapped the steering wheel in frustration before you arrived at work. After arriving, you quickly walked inside, looked at the clock in the lobby, and saw that it was 8:45. You went for the elevator and you saw that your boss was standing there, glaring at you. You walked into the elevator and stood next to him as the two of you were heading up.
By Michael Hawkins6 years ago in Horror
The Dog
After returning home from working late, Mack took a bottle of beer from the refrigerator before sitting in his recliner and turning on the TV. Watching a show about wolves, Mack began to think of what it would be like to hang around with wolves. It's been feeling quite lonely since his dog died not too long ago. He then thought of getting another one in the morning. After finishing his bottle, Mack leaned the recliner back and closed his eyes. Eventually, he began dreaming. In his dream, he stepped out from his house to go for a walk but stopped when a silver-grey wolf came out of the woods nearby. His breath shuddered with excitement as he watched the wolf sniff the ground. His eyes explored the wolf's body, mesmerized by the color of its fur, the hazel color of its eyes, and the fangs.Feeling overwhelmed with excitement, Mack began howling as loud as he could, drawing the wolf's attention towards him. The wolf began making a rather strange sound as if it was yelping and coughing at the same time while twitching its head in an odd way. It stopped just as Mack finished howling. Confused for a moment, Mack howled again, hoping it would howl with him this time.Again the wolf twitched its head and began making that sound again before it stopped so suddenly and rushed at him, this time barking and snarling. Mack quickly rushed back inside and shut the door, hearing a loud thump. He heard the wolf snarling and clawing at the door, attempting to break in.He looked through the door window as the wolf continued leaping at the door. Its eyes began glowing red as it bared its fangs at Mack. He moved away from the door, scratching his head in confusion. The wolf began to whimper and the scratches on the door grew less and less. Everything began to fade to black but the whimpering and the scratches continued.Mack opened his eyes and saw that he was still in his recliner. He heard the whimpering and soft scratches coming from the front door. Getting up, Mack walked over to the door, peaked through the window, and saw that on the porch was a big, black dog. The dog whined and softly scratched the door. Mack then opened the door and knelt before the dog. "Hey," he said softly. "Where did you come from?"The dog hung its head low and uttered a low whine. Mack then touched its muzzle gently and lifted its head, seeing that its eyes were closed. "Everything will be alright," he said to it. The dog opened its eyes, revealing two red glowing eyes similar to the wolf's from Mack's dream. Mack pulled away, gasping as he looked at its eyes. Suddenly, the dog bared its fangs, snarling, before it lunged at him, tackling him to the ground. He kept his hand against its throat, struggling as it snapped its jaws at his face. When he got the chance, Mack used both hands to throw the dog off him and began crawling quickly towards the table where his shotgun lied.He fell forward, screaming in pain, as he felt a sharp piercing feeling in his tendon as the dog bit deeply into him. The dog aggressively began pulling him away from the table and towards the door, growling. Mack screamed, more in fear than in pain now, as he helplessly struggled to get away from this dog. He couldn't believe how strong this dog is as it pulled him closer to the doorway, scaring him even more. As he came through the doorway, he grabbed hold of the door frame and tried hanging on for dear life as the dog pulled much harder now, its fangs digging deeper into him. He lost his grip and he slid into the night, his screams fading into the darkness.
By Michael Hawkins6 years ago in Horror
Lone Wolf: The Hunt
A convoy of troop transports arrived at the edge of the forest just a few miles outside Atlas City. Dozens of armed troops poured out from the back with officers barking orders. Those already out began entering the forest in groups, each one lead by an officer. A total of five groups of eight men per group entered the forest. As they slowly trudged through, looking at their surroundings carefully, one officer removed a small portable screen and activated it.
By Michael Hawkins6 years ago in Futurism
Lone Wolf: War Dog
Lone Wolf scanned the open field through his scope, keeping a close eye for enemy activity, before he heard sounds of a roaring engine. He carefully looked up only to see a dark hovercraft fly over him and slowly descend onto the field. He stood up and moved cautiously into the field, tall grass waving around him. The door on the side opened and a robotic soldier stood in the doorway, motioning for him to hurry. He climbed aboard the hovercraft and the door closed behind him.
By Michael Hawkins6 years ago in Futurism
Lone Wolf
A deer walked into the woods as the sun slowly began to set. It scanned its surrounding as it stopped among a patch of meadow, twitching its ears as it sniffed the air for signs of danger. When all it was a gentle breeze blowing through the trees and all it smelled was the fresh smell of leaves falling, the deer lowered its head and began to eat. It was unaware that danger indeed lurked nearby. Hiding in the bushes, a silver wolf watched his prey with hungry eyes. He began to sneak out of the bushes, barely making a sound, as he moved towards the unsuspecting deer. He quickly began to pick up the pace as he drew closer to his prey before breaking into a full run. The deer raised its head at the last moment, only to see the wolf lunging at it. It screamed just before the wolf tore into its throat. Nearby, another predator was hunting a different kind of prey.
By Michael Hawkins7 years ago in Futurism