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Planet Tetro ~ Page 93
The fight was looking pretty even , but Draco seemed to have less stamina . Both him and his dragon were panting and seemed to be taking turns fighting him more so than trying to jump him . Knowing that Avion had tremendous stamina this must’ve been his strategy all along . A battle of attrition. If they both constantly attacked him without being able to deal any fatal damage then when they got tired he could just easily dispose of them . I started to think that maybe if we had a way to help tire him out that could be of assistance .
By Terrence4 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 92
Me and Visceroy looked each other in the eyes , we both knew what that was . The fight that we still have to get to . The stamina that those two possess is unreal . I’ve been healed multiple times and rested , but them two ? They both are probably still in better shape than me , after they've been fighting this whole time . Visceroy spoke up , " well , are you ready ?" I looked up at him . My bones were still aching , and my muscles started to stiffen up . I said to him " Yup ." I had no choice . I’ve come this far and I was going to have to push myself , as far as I have to . I told visceroy , " give me a few minutes to stretch and then I’ll be ready ."
By Terrence4 years ago in Fiction
Rainfall
Rain was a third-level jumper in the Chronos Division. The Chronos Division had three rules: One: Anonymity is key. Never, under any circumstances, reveal your true name.
By Bradley Ramsey4 years ago in Fiction
Gabriel's Box
With a clunk, and a soft buzzzzzzzzz, the drone dropped off the empty box on his doorstep. Gabriel made no move to open the door. He wasn't ready to experience heartbreak yet.
By Di Luo4 years ago in Fiction
Murder at the Cyborg Ball
I know your secret. The room service drone had left the package mere minutes ago, but when Chia opened it, instead of the towels she’d requested, it contained only a lone, threatening note.
By Lorelle R.4 years ago in Fiction
From the outside
The humming of my uHomey 13e fades as it follows its vacuuming path out of the living room. Soon, the flat white disk that houses my robot’s brain will detach from the vacuuming base, hover up to the oven-like uHomey KitchenHub and rest in its dock, where it will begin to prepare one of its ninety preloaded meals. I sit and smell the chicken-flavored uHomey InstaMeal cook as I watch the news project holographic replays of local riots on the other side of the city.
By M.J. Weisen4 years ago in Fiction
The Experiment
KNOCK! I jumped out of my skin, startled by the loud bang. I hadn’t moved in hours and had been so absorbed in my work, that the jolt hurt my neck. After taking a moment to realize where the noise came from, the front door, I got up from my computer desk and went over to peer cautiously out the front window. Nothing. I didn’t see anyone there at all. Whatever crashed into my front door sounded like a loud singular blow. A collision maybe? I opened the door slowly, rather reluctantly, half expecting to find a dead crow lying there at the foot of the doorway, neck twisted and eyes bloody. As my eyes sank down diffidently, I was relieved to find there was no bloody bird. Just a box. A plain, cardboard, square, unmarked box.
By Andrea Hilton4 years ago in Fiction
Visilam
It was an average day for your average Joe, or at least your average Joe millionaire genius who now lived on his own asteroid in his own old-school, oak wood cabin. Yeah, that’s the life, a somewhat lonely life. Not completely lonely, though. He did have his dog Rufus with him, who ended up becoming more of an alarm clock with his early morning lick attacks. But how could one complain about waking up to the beautiful, infinite universe whilst simultaneously receiving infinite love?
By Michael V4 years ago in Fiction
Where Angels Dwell. Runner-Up in The Mystery Box Challenge.
When the clock struck ten, my borrowed heart leaped. My legs—his legs—felt the itching urge to run to the door like a human version of Pavlov's dog—minus the salivation. A messenger from Amazon would arrive within minutes: Amazon was nothing if not consistent. Truth is, between the daily deliveries, I simply existed, an alien consciousness inhabiting the husk of an agoraphobic man who followed a daily routine with the precision of a time-keeping machine in an effort to keep the anguish of losing his wife and twin daughters at bay.
By Dooney Potter4 years ago in Fiction
Welcome To The Team
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By Ellen Stedfeld4 years ago in Fiction
T.A.N. - Talaria AI Network
Blinking away the last traces of sleep, Connor rubbed the sand from his eyes, wondering as he did so if the droning buzz he'd woken up to was a leftover from last night, or an actual swarm of bees hovering around his head. Sitting up in bed (too quickly, dammit his head hurt) he looked around his small apartment bedroom, trying to locate the source of the buzzing noise. It didn't take long to spot the gray drone hovering right outside his window with a large cardboard box attached to its midriff. The little robot was as close as it could get without its wings crashing into the glass, it's small red optical sensor swiveling around, scanning Connor's tiny apartment.
By David Rabbani4 years ago in Fiction
He Will Not Return
He woke up that morning and took in some air— not a breath, for our species had not breathed for a span of centuries. Not since late in the 21st, when mankind did away with organic lungs in favor of a sleek mechanical lungs, easily replaceable with larger models as needed to support our growth factor, and placed at the back of our throats. Such a device was necessitated by a catastrophe which began in the year 2061, wherein a series of Oxygen Extractors were detonated on a northern stretch of the Mississippi River on the border between Sotathar and Wisconsin; the details of how this came to happen were never disclosed to the public. Those with the power of the spoken word always stood by their stance that the Oxygen Extraction was an unfortunate accident, but Jean Sans Vie always thought otherwise.
By liell4 years ago in Fiction