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I looked inside his red pupil eyes, which looked bloodshot, but it was part of the transition. I felt fear. I felt coldness. I felt death. He stretched his jaw, and sharp fangs longated. Vampire!.
The starship Magellan was an oasis of existence in an ocean of nothingness. It screamed its loneliness through the inky blackness of space, crying out to the cold, distant stars.
It's 3000 years into the future and the world is ruled by two, left and right wing factions, the united west, led by North America after the economical and social collapse of Europe with what's left...
'AAAAGHJESUSFUCKHELPHELPHELPHELP!!!' Exclaimed Johnny, blood gushing through his heart at the speed of blood, eyes streaming, and nose running like all manner of clappers.
The wind blew through the rusting leaves on the trees and the charcoal clouds blew along in tow.
Humans adapt. This is the prerequisite for life on earth. When civilisation ended in the six days of fire they believed only the cockroaches would survive.
I meander back to the main control room, the dusty corridors holding no place in my mind, and the friendly orange glows of the sodium lamps that adorn the offices, casting strange silhouettes of...
This seemed like any ordinary day at the office, however I've never had a start like this..
Please note the below is an imagining of a different universe. The opinions below are not mine but of the characters and I certainly do not subscribe to them. That said enjoy.
The light twitched and flickered as it shook. He sat squarely at a wooden table that had hundreds of names scratched into it, messages of warning and despair. He took no notice.
Quinn felt tears of exertion trickle down her chin as she flitted through the maze. All around her the snapping and baying hounds nipped at her heels and ate at her paranoia.
Chapter 4: Interrogation. When I woke I was in a large, cold room. Everything was made of steel. The tables, the chairs, the walls, everything. I quickly noticed that my hands where cuffed, yet again.
'The light flickers as it turns on, and I hear her moan beneath the blanket. I am awake, but she’s still somewhere in between.
Waking up a few minutes before the alarm goes off; a person might count their blessings and wait for the inevitable noise to rudely interrupt their slumber.
His plan had backfired. George was unsure where he was or how he had got there. He was dirty though and hungry. By the earthy pine smell in the air he knew he was in a forest.
Lilac lights shoot down on me, as I wander through the immense hall, legs and arms swinging in the spambreeze.
I sit, all the time. It should get painful but I can't feel a thing. Can you. I don't expect so. I think you sit, too. I can't see your legs very well anymore since she moved you.
The wiry one they called Flint had returned and he was careless.
'We traveled by train to reach the hub, watched Downtown flicker by outside the windows. Snow cascaded from the sky, and beams of morning sunlight pierced the clouds hanging between the skyscrapers.
The glass was clear, so he could see them observing him. However, this glass was different, it was stopping him sensing them, knowing them, being in control.
Waiting – visiting earth in three weeks..
So I'm here at the galactic airport waiting for our flight, its been 3 hours now and all we done is absolutely nothing, well apart Lucy, who has been reading the same fashion magazine for the whole 3...
In early December of 2012, CIA Director David Petraeus arrived for a secret meeting at the White House with President Obama. "Mr.
Slippery. That was the feeling I couldn’t shake after having spoken to the salesman. I stood there feeling violated, a folder in hand as well as his card, not knowing what to do next.