Vincent James McGovern
Bio
I already spend most of my time wandering in my imagination, figured I might as well start writing things down.
Stories (2/0)
Another Drink
“Everyone on the ground! Now!” Two men burst into the bar, each with a blaster pistol in hand and a metal case containing units of galactic currency. The one who spoke had scaly yellow skin, large red eyes, and a collection of small horns instead of hair. He wore a light blue shirt under a dark red jacket and black pants cut at the knee, revealing scaly legs that ended in clawed, three-toed feet. His partner had tanned skin and long black hair brushed over to expose a shaved left side of his head. He wore an open leather vest exposing a muscular frame, as well as black pants and boots. His face was contorted in a snarl in part thanks to a smudgy snout of a nose and two large tusks growing upwards from his lower jaw, but his beady eyes were worried.
By Vincent James McGovern3 years ago in Fiction
Remnant
I have stood on this hilltop for as long as I can remember, never bothering anyone, simply enjoying the sun and the rain and the wind. I have many friends that I can see from where I stand; they all huddle close together and wave to me when we talk, but I have always had my own space here on this hill. I wonder if that's what drew them to me.
By Vincent James McGovern3 years ago in Fiction
