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Incoming, Chapter One
Less than an hour had elapsed for Joe and Gala since receiving the horrendous news that they were already parents-to-be of Harbin, The Foretold One, whose adult life would be distinguished by a universe-wide reign of terror. Now amidst the grotesque greenery of The Back Garden, where living fungi of monstrous size snared whole planets in their twining grip, the first of The Four Heroes and the first of the Next Four braced for battle as that same son barrelled down upon them. Harbin, a grown man on his second time-travelling trip to the present day, was a gaunt blur of twilight wrapped in a ragged cloak as he alighted on the tangled stalks and stems that made up the flooring where his parents stood. Those two at once bore the piercing white light from Gala’s cutlass and the fiery blaze of Joe’s fists directly to the heart of Harbin’s preternatural dusk, as the family reunion made its less-than-promising start.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Chance, Fate & Chocolate Cake
London was everything Sophie dreamt it would be. After a long day of sightseeing, she was exhausted yet satisfied. She had one last stop on her tour before she could finally retire to her hotel room for the night. Although she was seriously considering skipping the last stop and sneaking away to her luxurious hotel bed early, she knew she'd regret it tomorrow.
By Jessie Waddell3 years ago in Fiction
Elegy of a Farmer's Daughter
Horse had been on the farm the longest, and so had known the Farmer’s daughter, little Fern, the best of all the animals. In all his years on the farm, he had seen many cows, chickens, and pigs come and go, gone to slaughter when they stopped producing milk, eggs, or young. And as soon as little Fern was old enough to know what that meant, as the only one around to advocate on their behalf, she had protested to her father not to kill the “cute hens” or “sweet piggies.” And she always did so, despite the loud crashes and weeping the animals would inevitably hear later that night after the axe was put away.
By Sarah Shea3 years ago in Fiction
The ABC’s of Cosmic Love
The year is 3030. I’m a resident of what was the USA before we all became one giant global economy—we had to if we wanted to survive. After The Great Fall, there was a melding of human and robot assimilation. Except the AI are not us—I feel like I’m putting on a show portraying my AI personality. It’s a difficult impersonation for me, but not to say I won't do it. What choice do I have? One thought—die. I did that once, before I became part of AI. My family and I have been designed this way through generations of programming.
By Jessica Crane 3 years ago in Fiction
Lucinda's Diner
The tiled dining room and kitchen were quiet, but that was to be generally expected from a Tuesday afternoon. This was the normal timeframe when the delivery trucks would come and restock the eggs, juice, and various types of cheap bread used for toast, so naturally the staff would be in the back room prepping for the after work rush. The difference was that the trucks hadn’t come in months. They simply weren’t needed, and aside from that, it wasn’t as if there would be anyone left to drive them.
By K. G. Starke 3 years ago in Fiction
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“I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.”
By J. R. Lowe3 years ago in Fiction