He awoke to aching cold, a mix of numbness and pain in his legs. Dizzy, he couldn't really orient his direction, but when he moved, the feeling of water sloshing around him brought some coherency to his thoughts. A fine spray was showering over him, as he struggled to get somewhat upright. He moved his …
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Safe Place – Part 1
He awoke suddenly, confused momentarily before his body addressed the swelling from the concussion driven through his brain as his head slammed into the steel walls a few moments ago. His senses fired, but the container provided no light for his eyes to filter, completely dark. It had been dark outside, but there was no …
My Hometown
They never really looked like they should be together, the punk girl and the soldier. Age, music, style, clothing, bearing, attitude, all said no. A grand tour of Port Hedland proved that, where no one knew them. Now, as evening closed in, and the sun headed towards the sea, they sat on an isolated …
First Loves: Part II
Men Who Loved Her by Paradise Motel He'd been pulling her along impatiently, but when she stepped on a sharp rock for the second time, she stopped, hopping on one foot, muttering obscenities at the rock, the farm, Australia and fucking stupid Australian snakes walking around in the dark where no one can see. When …
First Loves: Part I
She awoke to an empty bed, not an unusual feeling. The darkened room was strange, only the moonlight glowing through an open window, the curtains waving slightly in the breeze of the Australian night, throwing waving shadows across the room. It felt more than a little creepy to be in Brett's childhood room and bed, …
Coming Home
He'd been obnoxious about the Venn diagram discussion. Intellectually, regardless of what he told Henri, he could recognize the value of such a proposition, and frankly it really wasn't that much different in its objective than many of the threat or target analysis discussions he'd either ran or participated in previously. Course, stylistically, anything related …
Homeward Bound
Sophia by Cruxshadows Its never really silent in a combat aircraft, even when its quiet. The mechanical hums, the chimes and sounds of various consoles, the breathing, farts, belches, and assorted creaks of equipment from the troops in the back. Now, though, with Alliance Two, it seemed different. Oh sure, Henri snored in the co-pilot's …
Broken Self
Empty Eyes by Within Temptation He walked out of his office, "Tôi sẽ đi dạo, tôi sẽ trở lại tòa nhà trong khoảng ba mươi, Leyna. Trang cho tôi nếu bạn cần tôi." "Chắc chắn rồi, Trưởng," she replied automatically in Vietnamese, knowing the boss liked to have short conversations like this to practice the …
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Ghosts of Therapy: Interlude to Mazatlan Massacre
The man sat on the bench, staring into the brilliant hues of the setting sun, dropping into the ocean to the west. Perfectly still, sunglasses hiding the eyes. A construction workers tool, the nail gun, lay crookedly on the ground, blood congealing slowly next to it in the sand and rock covering the roof of …
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Mazatlan Massacre – Intro
2018-01-18 0337 I can tell you this is fucking bullshit. I’m tired of the dreams. The nightmares. Not sleeping. I finally went and saw Downs a couple months ago, since Henri wouldn’t give me her head doctor’s name. Course, that’s half a lie covered in secrecy since he only knows me at Smith, the …
When Death Hovers
The smell of salt and wind filled my nostrils, and I gazed out unto the far horizon. My favorite place in all the world, the lookout's nest of the Nature's Sacrifice. Far below, I could see mother as she scoured the deck looking for me, before glancing up. There's no way that she could see …
The Night Before
My time among the deserts and communities of Khor have taught me many things, not least amongst them that the shorter lived beings move at nearly impossibly hectic paces. My family keeps logs filled with the minutia days and months at sea, trade logs, accounts, rosters of crew, events, weather, and more. Buried in them, if …
Festival of the Elements, Part III
I forego the illusive mask I had planned on wearing for the Day of Strangers. With Teresal beside me, the experiences would be new enough, and strange enough for those we encountered, as there were always few humans in Karendar, festival or no, and they rarely ventured outside the dock areas. I knew not what …
Festival of the Elements, Part II
THE DAY OF STRANGERS It's not an official name, of course, but the final day of the Festival of Magic was always given over to the new, the strange, to experience something as an abecederian. Many sought that new experience in taste, whether it be a new food, a different drink. Others watched a new …
Last Dreams 