Gene Vs. The World_Where the Waters Take You_A Scission in the System_Off the mountain
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Gene Vs. The World
Smoke hissed from Mondress Kika Teluwon’s wrists as she struggled against the humming particle chains. She bit her lip through the pain. The laboratory’s cold sterility reminded her of her father’s experiment chamber back at the palace. Though the sweaty little human standing before her could never hope to reach his achievements. Her father developed the omniglotter she wore around her neck, allowing her to communicate with any form of sentient life—for all the good it was doing her now.“I will be free of these bindings,” she groaned. “And when I am… I—”“You’ll be dead,” the sweaty human mocke...
Where the Waters Take You
Shoutout to Nainika for collabing with me:) Check her out: https://blog.reedsy.com/creativewritingprompts/author/nainika-gupta/***Ding ding.“Um, excuse me, sir? Ma’am? Hello? May I get anyone’s attention here? Ugwww.onedoor.cch! This is terrible service!”I turn from the front desk and return back to where I started, the lobby. I take a seat and scroll through the procedures I was given for this vacation. After purchasing your Vacation Bargain Bundle Express, check your email. You’ll be sent a copy of your scheduled flight times and everything you need to know. Make sure you get on the right flight. Also, m...
A Scission in the System
The sky stood bleak, yet tranquil. The hours flew by like the fish in the rivers; now grey as the pollution of humanity has corrupted all, from the heights of the Himalayas to the depths of Tartarus. Axel stood solemnly as his mind traversed the vacant field of 1’s and 0’s up until the point where only a void could be found, henceforth he moved northbound towards the ever-ungrateful city of Scalstead. A city of smog surrounded by the sickening sense of society, a horrid place well-known for its distaste in morality; perfect for an inpidual of Axel’s physicality. ‘The Monotonous Metropolis of M...
Off the mountain
Okay, I know the prompt is about someone finding an odd animal and keeping it as a pet and that element is in here, it's just very small. I hope it still counts.-Rune Rogue.We lumbered through the forest, the trees brushing against our waists. My father carried his fifteen foot spear, the silver head gleaming in the grey sunlight streaming through the sullen clouds overhead. I carried my sword, it swung at my waist in it's scabbard. My father is eighteen feet tall, and I'm fifteen feet. This is nothing special. We are frost giants, living in the highest mountains and hunting for food.I always ...