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The New Planet, The New Life
Marcia woke up with a heaviness of having come out of a deep dream state. She had actually been asleep for many days. Someone had sedated her after she had become hysterical by the trauma of leaving earth with the remnant of human beings who escaped. The rest of her family had periwww.onedoor.ccshed by the fire caused by the enormous asteroid upsetting the very molten core of the earth. The earth had actually moved off of its axis. She had escaped because she had had an interview with NASA minutes before the disaster happened. The whole center was in a panic because they saw it coming from their giant t...
Aerelian
Aerelian felt the fangs of the pijavica snag on his left shoulder, perforating his Imperial-issue tunic. Blood began to drip, if only for a moment before it was all licked away. He thrashed and kicked, rolling in the dirt. The monster’s silhouette in the torchlight was truer to its form than the image of a girl before him. Her hair was lilac, her skin was dark and healthy. Pillowy lips clasped around his wound. Though he thrashed and wriggled, her movements were nothing but graceful, mesmerizing. The only trait betraying her nature was her eyes. Bright red and filled with bloodlust. Deep withi...
FOLLOW THAT CAR
I knew it. It was that guy on the same flight. He was barreling his way once again through the crowd of passengers headed for the exit. Was that a gun strapped on his waist? I had to do this. No excuses. If not me, then who? What I heard onboard was enough to put any questions into action. Following him out into the dark I watched as he got into an unmarked black Tahoe. My gut was telling me 'GO' so I flagged a taxi, opened the door, fell in sideways gashing my leg. Seriously? The driver was concerned and paused a moment, but I just waved it off. "Follow that car!" It began with an awkward mo...
The Scrolls of Garguana
With one fell, destructive swoop, all fifteen thousand, nine-hundred and twenty-three books were destroyed. The Brigadier’s Bounty, the galleon that had been used to store and transport the arcane texts from isle city to isle city crashed into the water under the weight of the Nautilus Leviathan’s gargantuan tendrils. It was all Elsbeth could do to manage her way through the thrashing waters into the remains of a lifeboat. Just as the fate of the galleon, the lifeboat was smashed in fragments, leaving only vaguely artificial pieces of lumber left afloat. As she clung on for dear life, the wave...