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Selections from the Grand Bazaar
“Now, don’t talk when we meet these guys. If you get flatlined out here, no way I’m sticking around to clean up the bits.” Chuck said it with such nonchalance that Blanco almost had to stop himself from asking if he was serious.
By R.R. Stephenson2 years ago in Fiction
King Kuan's Galactic Odyssey
The Endeavor hurtled through hyperspace, its engines humming steadily, yet the tension on the bridge was thick. The crew sat in silence, still shaken by the horrors they had encountered. The wraiths, the whispers, the unnatural pull of the anomaly—none of it made sense, and yet, they had barely escaped with their lives.
By Patient Joel NISHIMWE2 years ago in Fiction
King Kuan's Galactic Odyssey
The derelict ship groaned as King Kuan and his team advanced cautiously, their boots echoing against the rusted metallic floor. The fog that filled the corridors seemed alive, slithering around their bodies as if studying them. The air was thick with an unnatural hum, vibrating deep in their chests, a sound both ancient and foreboding.
By Patient Joel NISHIMWE2 years ago in Fiction
King Kuan's Galactic Odyssey
Captain King Kuan adjusted the controls of the starship Endeavor as it glided through the vast, uncharted region of the Andromeda Expanse. The mission was simple: explore the newly discovered anomaly near the black hole designated XG-57 and determine if it posed a threat to interstellar travel. But simple missions rarely stayed that way.
By Patient Joel NISHIMWE2 years ago in Fiction
Selections from the Grand Bazaar
Dalys had become many things in the short twenty-five years she’d lived: a brand ambassador for Robins Co., a board member of the Vargos Entertainment Coalition, an idol for all Vargosians who believed they too could claw their way from obscure poverty to something approaching godhood, and an iconic pop star considered by most to be “The Shining Star of the Century,” after a digizine gave her the title.
By R.R. Stephenson2 years ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM
Chapter 9: My Heart Beat When Gary slid the door open to enter his classroom, he was surprised to see that not everyone was there yet. His eyes peaked in the direction of the school clock and could still see there was a good fifteen minutes before class started.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi2 years ago in Fiction
Selections from the Grand Bazaar
Russ kept his rifle aimed at the door of the shack, listening closely for any sounds beyond his own breath and the soft rustling from Buddy. He had found Buddy as a puppy, abandoned on a pile of trash, and from the moment Russ cradled him in his arms, he knew he’d never let him go. Trustworthy friends weren’t easy to come by in the Gutter, but Buddy loved him unconditionally. Now, the dog was poised to leap at the flimsy plywood door, ready to protect his master, unaware that what lurked outside could tear him apart in an instant.
By R.R. Stephenson2 years ago in Fiction
Selections from the Grand Bazaar
Fountainhead Armory 4-4. The Beacon of Long Days. The Spire of Malice. The Lead Citadel. The Shithole. The factory was all of these things. The 4-4 structure and its sprawling campus stood as a monument to Fountainhead’s dominance in Vargos. Weapons, drones, ammunition, and experimental killing machines rolled off its assembly lines around the clock. Its efficiency and market dominance was indisputable as the second-largest munitions factory in Tokyo produced only a sixteenth of Fountainhead’s output, and that was only when its workers and machines were overclocked. The air around it hummed with the rhythmic clanging of assembly lines and the endless whir of conveyor belts stretching in every direction, so vast it would take a day of careful observation to determine where just one of them truly ended.
By R.R. Stephenson2 years ago in Fiction
Selections from the Grand Bazaar
Another day in Neon Heights, but this one felt different for Lola. She was still buzzing after last night. She’d gone out dancing with friends at a Zenith cocktail bar and met someone she couldn't forget. The woman was a stellar dancer, her hot pink bob cut twisting as she moved across the dance floor, her bright red eyes burning their way into Lola’s memory. They’d bumped into each other at the bar that night, the mysterious woman ordering a vodka soda, Lola’s favorite drink.
By R.R. Stephenson2 years ago in Fiction
MY WEREWOLF SYSTEM. Content Warning.
Chapter 8: Fight back! Today, Gary was walking to school a lot slower than he usually would. He was constantly looking around his surroundings, checking if there wasn’t anybody following him. He had recognised the three deceased gang members on TV as the same ones who had been after him at the construction site.
By Ifeoluwa Akinyemi2 years ago in Fiction





