Nebula Wine
Posted using postybirb nebula wine by kandrel the drunkard wandered across the sky like spilled wine.
Flavour
_Milk, check. Eggs, check. Pre-grated cheese (sharp cheddar), check. Nu-meat (beef analog, ground), check. Shampoo (tingly scalp refill), check._ I looked over my cart and double-checked. The slim touch-screen on the...
Full-Scaled
It's commonly said that when you party with kobolds, you'll wake naked and penniless. I'm sure that's meant to be racial slander alluding to their tendency for theft, but really I'd never seen the downside to the saying. It always seemed to...
A Taste of the Wild
A Taste of the Wild Neon lights shone through the double-glazed hotel windows, adding a vibrant life to the otherwise dark and desolate room. I don't know why hotels insist on keeping their suites bleak and colorless, as if to defy the metropolis'...
A Different Kind of Trainer - Chapter 2
"Bui! Bui!" The call came from off to the left, where Lusu had scampered off to just moments ago. I carefully clawed my way through the thick undergrowth, and after a moment of struggling in the dark foliage, my hand broke through the sharp...
In Service Of...
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A Different Kind of Trainer - Chapter 4
"Come on, Shrewie! It's just through here!" Trey heard something heavy moving through the underbrush. Thud, thud, heavy footfalls loud enough to wake the growlithe from his nap. Interspersed between the footfalls he heard the "slsh-slsh"ing sound...
A Different Kind of Trainer - Chapter 3
The flames of my camp fire flickered brightly in its ring of wood smoke stained stones. Little tongues of fire licked skywards, crackling like a cascade of pebbles down a cliff side. I sat facing the fire, enjoying its warm glow, while Razz and Lusu...
Her
I couldn't concentrate with her scent in my nose. The smell slinked past and stood at the lights in a low-cut red dress. Every time I attempted to drag my attention back to the computer screen before me like a wayward teenager, her scent would beckon...
The Surrogate
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Negotiation Breakdown - Sci-Fi Summer Entry
A thousandmiles high, and falling. Razor loved free fall. He let the peaceful tranquility of high-orbit insertion surround him. It brought him a peculiar kind of zen--the calm before the storm. All the way up here, there was nothing to distract him...
Comfort Zone
Kiel once asked me what it was like to be an introvert. I hadn't answered him then. I knew what he wanted to hear, which meant I had to pick between a lie and a wrong answer. I didn't want a fight, so I said nothing--acted like I hadn't heard him. We'd...