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Planet Tetro ~ Page 53
At the perfect time a young medic came running to escort the elderly couple . She was going to make sure that they were okay . I looked around and then took off running towards the direction I could see some fighting going on . Bulls Eye and John followed me without having to say a word . We then arrived to a small clearing in between some tall business buildings . It was near the center of the town . We also saw several guards laying on the ground defeated . They had to be at least unconscious .
By Terrence4 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 52
Me and John both looked back at Bulls Eye with a very surprised look on our faces . We knew very well that he was lethal , but we didn’t know that he was that savage . I guess through out these battle we will definitely be learning more about each other . Through out the thick and then . Trials and tribulations of our adventures . I thought about sending a message with my last container but I decided against it . Even though we wouldn’t be getting back until tomorrow , we weren’t that far from Greencrest .
By Terrence4 years ago in Fiction
Spaghetti Family part 13, not real, a spare
“No!” I collapse on the steering wheel, sobbing. “Not Robin! You can’t—can’t take him from us… from me!” I bang my fists over and over again near the dashboard and wheel and hurt my hands, producing raw and slightly bleeding skin on my knuckles. “Damnit!”
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 51
As the wind from Bulls Eye’s magical blow started to roar violently in a massive circle . It started to build up like a small twister . Suddenly the mist was being rapidly blown away . At once , our enemies were finally spotted ! The first thing that I noticed was that I was right about my first hunch . The fish guy was falling to the ground when our bat enemies caught him in the knick of time . I saw the last bits of cloud that got blown away . Our fish enemy was riding on a cloud in the mist ! They were tracking us using our sounds that we made with our feet . The loud sounds I described before , of us sloshing around . While they were primarily while being silent in the air themselves . The bat guy using his wings that made no sound when he flapped . The fish guy somehow creating a cloud to float on using water magic . It's a frightening strategy to have to deal with , but we have no choice .
By Terrence4 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 50
The ground beneath us started to become damp and wet . Everything including the air became very moist . The air gradually became thick and misty . The thick mist made it impossible to see in front of us for more than 4 feet . It was also impossible for us to take quiet steps . As the ground became muddy and wet . Each step that we took was making a loud slush sound . Painting a loud target on our backs .
By Terrence4 years ago in Fiction
Six and Three Quarters
Nicholas Stern thought of his Dad as “The Question Man” because he always had an answer, no matter what question you asked. There wasn't anything Nicky's Dad didn't know. So it was natural that he came to him one day after school for some answers.
By Joe Moreland4 years ago in Fiction
Overdue
"Lost?" Chief Librarian Zark closed his eyes in pained resignation and turned his erudite and, for the moment, exasperated face to the distant domed ceiling of the Cosmos Central Library. He opened his slash of a mouth to speak and then closed it again, resignedly.
By Malcolm Twigg4 years ago in Fiction
The Severed Knot
Those who knew a thing or two about the English Civil War acknowledged that the Battle of Blundell's Edge was a turning point for the Parliamentarians. What was not suspected was that the previous night of Royalist debauchery at nearby Higley Court was a contributing factor. Higley Court had burned down immediately afterwards so the world didn’t know the truth. Only Gerald Higgs did. Or thought he did …but had made it his life's work to find out.
By Malcolm Twigg4 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 49
I was waiting on a moment for him to become very aggressive . As he kept his stream up for longer than usual . I felt like it was my perfect time to strike . Time to use the opportunity that the shaman gave me . So I aimed with all of my focus where I thought that he would move to . I shot my electricity that I stored up at his stream which sent the electricity flowing through his water . The electricity then traveled into his mouth and throughout his entire body .
By Terrence4 years ago in Fiction
Tales from the Cooinda Cycle: Memory Seven
My head throbbed, the pain was nauseating and I felt as if I was going to faint, or throw up… or both. But I couldn’t do that, and I couldn’t stop. I was making the tenth free drink for the day, and trying to serve another that I had just completed making. There had never been this many residents at the cafe at one time, as well as the regulars around this time, there were faces I’ve never seen here.
By Savannah K. Wilson4 years ago in Fiction
Voyages of the 997
It was a hot summer day, and two friends were on the beach. Kyle and Tina were bored and decided to go on a field trip together.
By Kylecovey Smith4 years ago in Fiction
Flash in the Pan
Reginald Wellbeloved was a meticulous, pernickety little man, and so environmentally aware that he used to bottle anal wind, hoping to delay the onset of global warming that little bit longer. By the time he died, alone and unloved, from terminally trapped wind at the age of 89, he had a cellar full of neatly labelled glass jars that mapped out his entire gastronomic life. Which was all very interesting, but ultimately academic when an incredulous and careless house clearer called, appropriately enough, Albert Crapper accidentally dropped one of the largest jars whilst lighting up an environmentally unfriendly cigarette. Then, the whole cellar went up in a sheet of blue flame, blowing the door and Albert into the garden and releasing a lifetime's collection of fermented methane into the atmosphere at one fell swoop. Reginald would have been mortified, if he hadn't been dead already.
By Malcolm Twigg4 years ago in Fiction