Sci Fi
Heavy Hauler and the Pit Monster
Heavy haul driver Ron Ross got a nasty surprise on the job today and was lucky to walk away in one piece. After receiving a load from the shovel he began driving back down to the wall to unload, when he heard a very loud banging noise coming from the back of the truck. These heavy haulers are noisy as hell and from within the closed confines of the cab it has to be pretty loud for the driver to hear.
By Mark O'Neill4 years ago in Fiction
The Gaze of Adonis
If walls could talk, Adonis would have gone mad. Well, more mad than his current state. Returning from his travels, Adonis closes the door to his secluded studio behind him with a heavy bag. His calmness and allegiance has always been terrifyingly daunting. His pastime has always drawn curiosity and adoration due to the methodically undisclosed inspiration behind his paintings. Many worshipped and longed to be chosen as his muse, blithely, and easily bewitched by his beauty. A greasy, dark lock kisses the sweat on his handsomely chiseled cheeks. Although warm, cultured, and well-received by many; his hobby is discrete and crafted in isolation.
By A.Y. Mallette4 years ago in Fiction
Agency of the 5th World Head Mission 6: Operation: Spy & Seek (Remix Version) Part 1: Infiltration
Previous Mission First Mission <Original Plotline by Jeremiah and Nic Ellison I do not own Club Penguin, Super Smash Bros., or Roblox. They belong to their respective owners.>
By Jeremiah Ellison4 years ago in Fiction
Into the Dark
I prefer the dark. They are afraid of what they might not see, I feel hidden and safe, knowing the darker it gets, the less likely I will be seen. That and my deformities do not become a topic of conversation in inky darkness. Not that I am embarrassed, I have come to appreciate my unique appearance and somewhat enjoy the initial shock when I come into the light. But I hate retelling the story over and over – that was a fire hotter than any I could have imagined, and remembering it brings ghost pains and sensations to my now nerve-dead limbs and face.
By Christopher M. Kelly4 years ago in Fiction
The Canopy
From up high, the clearing was just a green speck of hope in a sea of death. Theta was the first to spot it, and motioned to her pack mates – Leo, Ty and Rainer. The group eased up, spreading out their wing suits to fall back into a tighter formation. For them, flight was no longer a gift. It was a necessity.
By Zack Duncan4 years ago in Fiction
