Kindred Spirits, Bloodied Sands
Freedom. That is what he felt as he plummeted through the sky head first with closed eyes. His back felt light without the weight of any parachute and just that of the rifle scabbard and combat harness. The air rushed by his face, whipping by his ears...
Aged Patience at Dusk (Otherwise Untitled)
~ [Author's Note: The Synth mentioned in this story are a fictional species of robot-folk, created by Vader-San. For an example image of a Synth,...
The Observation Effect
The Observation Effect. By GeneseePaws This Week's Writing Challenge: "There just aren't enough days in the hour." _Meanwhile, On Wednesday, in the first week of April at **2:03 pm.** _ ...
Project N.E.X.U.S.: M.A.N.T.L.E.
The rail yard stretched for what felt like miles, a dead web of steel and rot cut off from the rest of the city by rusted fencing and time. Tracks vanished beneath mats of weeds. Freight cars sat tilted on their axles like beached carcasses, their...