Spare Parts and Analog Hearts
Metal shelves brimming with various spare parts, a bookcase filled with repair manuals and technical drawings, the floor was littered with oil stains and discarded papers.
A Spare in the Trunk: Part XIV
#14 of a spare in the trunk jack remembers the packages in the car. lys gets something she's been wanting. life continues to change. the needle tapped up and down in a rhythm that jack remembered from his childhood.
A Spare in the Trunk: Part XV
#15 of a spare in the trunk jack and lys have a small argument and jack surprises her with a trip. jack wrung his hands together. "not too much now." the green kobold's tail twitched again in agitation. "i know." "push it gently."
A Spare in the Trunk: Part XVI
His old, high-school football helmet slipped around his head, the strap long since MIA. The flimsy cardboard bracers duct taped around his arms were already peeling off and taking his hair with them. He didn't remember buying any gardening gloves,...
A Spare in the Trunk: Part XIII
#13 of a spare in the trunk jack makes a few plans that get disrupted by meeting lys's friend. "were ru noww?" the message asked. _at the store, picking up dinner, got off work early._ jack typed out the same on his phone.
A Spare in the Trunk: Part XII
#12 of a spare in the trunk allison and lys finally meet. worlds (and rears) collide. or at least jack gets a shock in the end.
A Spare in the Trunk: Coffee Break
Jack zipped up his coat around his sweater. The gray, wet world outside was a far cry from the sunny day he’d missed yesterday. If he were going to call in sick he should have done it then. The tiniest knife cut into his toe with each step he took. An...
A Spare in the Trunk: Part XVII
Running water and clattering dishes echoed from the kitchen, broken up by the occasional laugh. Cheap wooden half-walls boxed in the booths, but gave no real privacy. Safe and conservative tans wallpaper accented the equally boring brown seats. The...
A Spare in the Trunk: Meeting Mother
“i’ll get some spare blankets. i think there’s a pillow somewhere…” lys said, already halfway into the bedroom, leaving the two of them alone again. “i almost didn’t think you’d say yes,” ixby said. “you could try saying thank you.”
A Spare in the Trunk: Mug Break
Yesterday’s rain had become today’s drizzle, and the slight cold had turned to bitter chill. The dull, gray afternoon wanted to sap all the remaining life out of the world; it was doing a fine job. It felt more like winter than autumn. It didn’t help...
A Spare in the Trunk: Part XIX
“elders, spare my horns." he glared. “hey, rodil may not be a man, a human man, but he's strong. can lift all kinds of things she can't anymore, just have trouble with getting to high places is all. rodil feels good about it, nice to help someone.
Alien's Life Sparing
**alien's life sparing** by _shinrufurdrag_ somewhere deep in space, far from eearth, even far from the milky way, a spaceship was heading its way towards the space station called sevastopol.