Pedro Rivera
Bio
Hi, I'm just a guy trying to exercise his narrative chops, and write some decent fiction.
Stories (14/0)
The glint of hope
As the sun rises in the valley, he pulls out his rifle. He ran out of bullets for it some time ago, but he still could use the scope. Pointing it towards the mountain, he centers it on his prize; an old buick. It has been rusting in this constant, acidic rain, but there was a glint of something gold.
By Pedro Rivera3 years ago in Fiction
Forrester's Flight
I opened my eyes, and looked out upon NeoRonoake. The dawn was approaching, and my base at the top of Dare Tower was at the very center of the city. The window overlooked the majority of downtown, and I smiled as I pulled up my HUD. My current avatar, Oberon, gained most of his power through various gadgets and power armor. I had full access to the crafting system, and checked to see what was finished from my builds yesterday. The flight rig was repaired, and I junctioned it to the armor. I added a variety of weapons, and then put on the full set. I opened the hangar doors to my city.
By Pedro Rivera3 years ago in Futurism
Forrester's Flight
I was flying over the town I grew up in, Logan’s Crossing. I am sure I remember who Logan was, and where he crossed to, but that didn’t matter. I was soaring in the olive sky, just under the life bubble. I looked over the town, trying to find my home, just loving how the wind buffets my skin. I dived down, speeding through the skies and plummeting towards the treeline, only to shoot upwards and levitating a thermal. I looked over the town, and then saw a woman coming towards me.
By Pedro Rivera3 years ago in Futurism
The Interrogation
Dr. Madeline Briggs entered the room and sat in front of the shackled child. The boy matched her gaze. His hands were cuffed to bars on either side of the table, a less than ideal place to try to understand the child, but she had to work with what she had.
By Pedro Rivera3 years ago in Horror
Jacks Windfall 7
Jack ran to the road, crossed it, and went to the sidewalk. There was a way to do all this in time. He pulled out a piece of chalk, and started to trace a rather unique sigil. Rather than the symbol of one of the spirits in his book, but rather the spirit of Rochester itself. He couldn’t summon such a being, but he could open a Gate.
By Pedro Rivera3 years ago in Horror
Jack's Windfall 6
Jack drove to the next cemetery, his thoughts contemplating the woman who had been tailing him. Not only did she discover him, but his true name as well. As the Shaman of the City, he should have been protected by a spell of anonymity. He went by Jack for many reasons, least of all the frustration of teaching people how to pronounce “Javier.” But in magic, names have value. A spirit could have influence on him, and if it was powerful enough could even bind him. Going over his conversation with her, he was relieved that she didn’t press with his full name. He stared at the scars on his wrist. He could never trust another spirit with his name again.
By Pedro Rivera3 years ago in Horror
Jacks Windfall 5
He sat down at a table in the back. The waitress was a teenager, bored and hating the sudden influx of people this lonely afternoon. Jack ordered a burger and a coke, and watched the door. The door opened to reveal his pursuer. She was a dirty blonde with a thick shaggy cut, wearing a standard medical mask under her brown eyes. She was dressed plain, but was trying so hard to be inconspicuous that she drew everyone’s attention. Well, if there was anyone other than the waitress, hostess, and himself in the dining area. Realizing she was caught, she immediately sat at the nearest table to her, and ordered a coffee.
By Pedro Rivera3 years ago in Horror
Jack's Windfall 4
Jack knew this would be the trickiest part of the job; obviously he couldn’t exactly just go and dig up a corpse and animate it. However, he knew many ways around this. A summon required the right offering. Flesh for animal spirits like Luxator, coins for any Psychopomps, but for an actual human spirit you need to use smoke. The smoke can be incense, a bonfire, or even a cigarette. Lighting a cigar, he walked into Mt. Hope cemetery. He hid the rodent blade in his coat pocket, and searched the graves for Jenny Fitzroy. Fortunately, he was able to find the headstone near a bench.
By Pedro Rivera3 years ago in Horror
Jack's Windfall 3
Jack gathered his gear. He needed to create some fetishes to assist with the possible dark spirit invasion. To do this, he needed to find spirits willing to be bound to his will, to spend some of their time trapped within a physical shell. He hopped into his car, and just started to drive. It helped him think. He knew of a few spirits that might be willing, but unlike the incarnations he tended to summon, they were more individualistic. He would need to bargain with them, haggle to get their power. As he drove he contemplated who he should tackle first. His hand involuntarily went to his wrist, as he remembered the spirit that almost possessed him.
By Pedro Rivera3 years ago in Horror
Desperation
Falstad knew he could do more. He always did. But he knew about the price that would be paid. So he helped in different ways. When Wren, the east’s greatest burglar, couldn’t find the trap, he set it off, tumbling before it hurt him. When Draga, the southern amazon princess, couldn’t handle the stress of leadership, he would tell her a joke, and help her relax. Whenever Krizto the Magnificent’s arcane knowledge came short, he would tell a story that hid the clues. After all, he had the appearance of a ridiculous old man, with a bad limp and the faded motley of a jester. He knew that they would be able to save the world, and he would help where he could, in penance.
By Pedro Rivera3 years ago in Futurism
Jack's Windfall 2
Jack stared at the check on his table. $20,000 are now his thanks to a scratch off. He lived lightly, only caring about his rent and car payments. This was too much. Normally, he would get relative chump change. He hasn’t even cashed it yet, afraid of what would happen.
By Pedro Rivera3 years ago in Horror