It had never before seemed strange to walk through the base in clothing that was soaked in something; whether that be sweat, blood, water, mechanical fluid, none of it mattered. After years of moving around, or at least not remembering where he'd been, Tempest Point had finally become.......home. Since he almost always healed any wounds …
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Quiet Judgment
He let the water spray over him. A few months ago, Shawna would be in here and they would have figured out how to make this narrow shower their playground. Given that she'd changed her hair to the same sea blue as that first vacation to Cancun, and.....well, there had been a lot of firsts …
GHOST VENOM
GHOST VENOM Art Commission by Lorenzo Lizano
Shimmers of Truth
The blood and gore had been difficult to remove. A shower long enough to scrub and scrub and scrub again would have gone long cold in a regular home. And yet, still the scalding heat poured down on my body, the steam condensing into clouds barely piercable by normal eyesight. After the water no …
Loneliness
He moved around the greenhouse, mixing some fresh fertilizer for some of the vegetable plants he had planted a few weeks ago. It was never going to be massive treasure trove of fresh food, but, a couple of meals worth of each vegetable, maybe enough corn to last several days when it got here, and …
A Nightmarish Truth
The monstrous former grizzy bear roared as it spun, far quicker than something of that size and weight should be able to move, and as it did, the electro-metallic parts piercing its bloody chest swung into few, complementing the metallic gleam of its unnatural claws. Perfect, his landing had distracted it from the …
Ambush: A Gleam & Ghost History
Just two months after the weird alien Prodigy summoned us to this empty fuckin' warehouse inna middle of the slums, or as Henri had already corrected me several times, the "economically underdeveloped.." Whatever the fuck pretentious academic terminolgy she wanted to use, the place was a shithole. I think she thought that meant I …
Rage: The Duality of Love & Hate
He regretted it as soon as it left his hand. Mad as a cut snake. How the fuck was he supposed to compete for romanticism against a story of a proposal in space, viewing the Earth and saying whatever she wanted because he was a fucking Foster? So afraid when she said that he screwed …
A Father’s Decision; A Daughter’s Reward
Pain radiated through her arm, every jolt of the boat as she guided it through the swells sending spikes up to her neck and out into her back, so much so that she hardly even noticed the rapidly deepening bruises along her ribs and hip where the safety line she has tossed together has tightened …
A Father’s Test
“Hey Dad, I didn’t hear you guys come in last night…..out past curfew? Like the dress?” “Very funny kiddo. Bloody comedian. At least you’re up on time, ya eat yet?” “Nah, I was waiting on ya and Mum.” “She’s still in the shower, and then I think she's going ta take a little nap before …
A Father’s Questions
She'd been interested in spite of herself. Counting her mothers' scars was so stupid. Yet, something about the way Dad said it made her wonder if.....maybe. So, she'd jogged, almost running over Hamilton as he turned to set out some cookies he'd been making. Yelling "Sorry" over her shoulder, she'd ran through the halls and …
AAR – Alliance Upsurge Defence Force
G’day H, I bow to your obsession for bloody emails, even though I swore a couple of years ago it was too much of a security risk. I didn’t really pay any attention to what the hell you wrote in that report you submitted to the mayor, but I finally read it while all you …
A Father’s Lesson
He heard her steps coming down the hallway. He heard everybody’s steps, all the time. Brant was good, very good, but….it had been worse lately for him. In most ways, having Livy and Amelia here the last few weeks had been good for him. Every time he thought of that though, then he felt guilty …
Last Dreams 