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I press down on the speed peddle and speak into the small microphone attached to my bright red flying helmet. "I'm gaining on them." I say. I feel exhilarated.
2 years earlier.... Jet woke up in a daze how long had it been sense the figures had come. Where was he. And when. "You finally woke up" said the agent. "Where am I and what time is it?" Jet asked.
I stared out of the foggy window into the murky day. My head ached. I get these things called migraines, there basically really bad headaches.
As I was walking empty-handed and alone I saw something in the distance. Upon a closer look I noticed that it shimmered in the setting sun's light.
A myriad of ominous grey lumps tumbled to the malevolent-red ground as I forced the over-sized metal sphere into the nozzle of the cannon.
Head ringing. Heart pounding. Legs bringing me to who knows where... A vast, arid plain of dry, cracked earth blanketed the inhospitable landscape.
This is a note to my future self. I don't have a specific time or place significant enough to dictate an opening ceremony. I don't have the answer to everything yet.
Chapter 16 "Two guesses. Where are we going?" Jake asked, smirking. It had got to 10AM when he decided he was getting up.
"Experiment 283a is commencing. All non-employees please exit the building through one of the marked doors. Have a good day." Jon sat at the stainless steel control panel.
Alcide tossed and turned under his sheets. He shuddered and screamed until he awoke. He took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down; it was only a nightmare.
Part 3 of . John had arrived in his battered old transit van with coat hanger antenna in a ploom of thick smoke that was even visible in the darkness.
Part 2 of . Important information... Our Sun still exists and will not burn out for millions of years.
What scared me the most was the glass box. It looked to be at least five inches thick and heavy. Very heavy. I shuddered at the thought of lying in it.
I was slowly starting to drift asleep when suddenly my bedroom window opens and someone, a boy of about 18 climbs in.
Madison was walking to school. This was her first day of second grade. She had her new purple backpack and matching lunch box. She was ready for anything, at least that's what she thought.
At the age of 5 Madison like all little girls wanted to get married with a prince and live in candy castle. But none of that would ever happen. "She's perfect" the cloaked figure said.
A short 3-parter I wrote a while ago. Shall be uploading them. Cause I'm going down the route of chugging out lots and lots of meaningless content now. But no, this is a decent enough story. Enjoy...
Kima is flying. Not actually of corse, it just feels like it. She is actually just running, her bare feet pounding the earth, her long light brown hair streaming behind her.
Balance is ever so necessary in life, yet all things are constantly moving to a state of greater disorder.
I left the bar, the smell of alcohol and cigarets still lingered in the air.I walked across the grim streets of London on the way back to my flat so I could call it a night.
Untitled_Audio_Log_001 Is this thing on. *tap-tap* Ah, yeah, there we go. This is Elizabeth McGlashan reporting at 0812 hours on May 21st, 2017. Location... Somewhere.
A short story Trapped on this side copying every move you make. The hardest job I've found yet. But you go to sleep and I'm done.
Moon The man wakes and looks out the lunar module window. He is on the Moon. He sees the earth beaming back at him, silent and subtle as it hangs in the midst of a sea of darkness.
I was Wiped. I did something bad. Now my name is Caroline. And I'm about to do something bad again. It was morning. I'd forgotten how much I liked morning.