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Eléni’s First Visit - Part 7
This is the seventh part of the tale. I have not yet decided on the last. The first, second, third, fourth, fifth and sixth parts are all required to appreciate this continuing story, and each part is around a five-minute read. Both Anthi Psomiadou and R Tsambounieri Talarantas have graciously agreed to become fictional characters in this special visit by Eléni (formerly Cryssarina) to Greece, where she had hoped to speak to Goddess Athena and find the missing Patrick. The continuing story spans the rest of her two-week visit to beguiling blue-and-white Greece. We may never leave Greece. We? Read all about it!
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 3 years ago in FuturismEléni’s First Visit - Part 6
This is the sixth part of the tale. However, the first, second, third, fourth, and fifth parts are not really required to appreciate this one. They are very helpful, however, and full of kisses by both Eléni and Anthi Psomiadou who had graciously agreed to become a fictional character in this unusual visit by Eléni (formerly Cryssarina) to Greece, where she had hoped to speak to Goddess Athena and find the missing Patrick. She accomplished both with Anthi’s help. The continuing story spans the rest of her two-week visit to gorgeous blue-and-white Greece. Moreover, R Tsambounieri Talarantas has also graciously agreed to become another fictional character in this still continuing story. I may never leave Greece. Athena has taken care of the flying roaches.
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 3 years ago in FuturismEléni’s First Visit - Part 5
This is the fifth and probably the last part of the tale. The first, second, third, and fourth parts need to be read beforehand to understand this one. Anthi Psomiadou had graciously agreed to become a fictional character in this unusual visit by Eléni (formerly Cryssarina) to Greece where she hoped to speak to Goddess Athena as well as find Patrick who had left Canada to meet the goddess and end his apparently miserable life.
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 3 years ago in FuturismMissing Pieces
There’s no getting out. Fuck. These pictures are either getting out or I’m the page 6 news story of the floating corpse in found in Union Bay.
Eileen GrimesPublished 3 years ago in FuturismCryssarina’s First Visit - Part 4
This is the fourth part of a continuing tale. The first, second, and third parts need to be read before to better comprehend this one, perhaps the last. As reiterated, Anthi Psomiadou has graciously agreed to become a fictional character in this unusual visit by Cryssarina to Greece where she hopes to speak to Goddess Athena as well as find Patrick who may be alive and still afraid of flying roaches that abound in both warm and hot climates.
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 3 years ago in FuturismCryssarina’s First Visit - Part 3
This is the third part of a continuing story. The first and second parts need to be read beforehand to better understand this part. As previously mentioned, Anthi Psomiadou has graciously agreed to be included as a fictional character in this unusual visit by Cryssarina to Greece where she hopes to speak to Goddess Athena and find Patrick who may still be alive.
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Locket for Power
Trevor Geddis sprinted through the woods, his heart pounding in his chest, his breathing was heavy, but he knew he could not stop running or they would find him. Beads of sweat trickled down his red face as he gasped for air. He only had to keep going a little bit more...just over the fence and he would be safe. Trevor looked at his cracked watch, he had ten minutes before the shields went up. He picked up the pace as he darted through the dark, foreboding forest. Footsteps were not far from him, he took a deep breath in and continued to run. The fence was not too far from him now, he could see it in the distance. He pushed himself even harder, his shirt was soaked with his own sweat. Trevor reached the fence, this would be the hard part, he lunged himself off the ground and grabbed onto the fence, he still had three minutes, he quickly scrambled a shot was fired at him he lost his footing, but found it again and he continued up the wall faster this time. His legs were starting to ache from running so much. Another shot was fired this time it grazed his side. Trevor let out a small noise that was barely audible, he gritted his teeth and he finally jumped down as a third shot was fired. He landed in the heap of hay that the base had laid out.
Cryssarina’s First Visit - Part 2
This is the second part of a longish story. The first part (also linked at the bottom) needs to be read first to better understand this second part. Anthi Psomiadou has graciously agreed to be included as a fictional character in this unusual visit by Cryssarina to Greece where she hopes to speak to Goddess Athena and find Patrick who may still be alive somewhere wandering around her but possibly somewhere else.
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 3 years ago in FuturismCryssarina’s First Visit - Part 1
For some background, please refer to Fuck You M: Patrick Contra M as well as Fuck You Patrick: M Contra Patrick, both also linked at the bottom.
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 3 years ago in FuturismUnexpected find in the desert
The little hand in the red dirt curled open to reveal something glinting in the blazing, midday sunshine. I stooped down and gently pushed the tiny fingers open to reveal the locket. I carefully unraveled and untangled it and held it up to the light.
Shirley TwistPublished 3 years ago in FuturismBully (parts 7 & 8)
Seven: Flashback IT HAD TO BE THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT WHEN I HEARD SAIL RISE. I don’t know how I ended up sharing the tent with Sail. The boys considered it a privilege, like I had become his right-hand-man. “River!” Sail hissed. “Come on.” He gestured for me to get up.
Nathan CharlesPublished 3 years ago in FuturismWaking Dogs- A World Eaters Tale
Crixus woke to the stench of blood, and the sound of screams. He stood on a battlefield, surrounded by smoking craters and the fragments of the army that had come out to meet them. Shattered tanks dotted the ground like broken teeth, and burning promethium turned the field into a scene of hell while black smoke choked the skies. Scattered across the field like chaff after a reaping were the bodies of the dead. Men, women, it was hard to tell after what had been done to them. They’d stood before the teeth of a war machine, and it had chewed them to pieces. Crixus took it in, bemused as the mists slowly cleared away from his head and he came back to himself. As the fog of battle frenzy departed, though, the pain it hid returned; the feeling of the butcher’s nails demanding to be fed. It was only a dull ache for now, but he knew the pain would grow teeth soon enough.
Neal LitherlandPublished 3 years ago in Futurism