STALLION AKA Shane Anderson AKA Byron Liam Original Illustration by Hal Glick of 13th Warlock Art © Last Dreams Creations
Category: Shadowrun
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Karmic Circle, Burning Alive
“Pardon me, do you know the time?” I knew the answer, I knew the answer. I just needed time for it to bubble to the surface. But, I never get the time to do things right as I heard the blades slide from their sheathes and the gun’s safeties click. The spirit damned bake brains …
Journey towards Epiphany
I stumbled into my bedroom, the massive bed, larger than anything I had ever owned before, calling out towards his beaten, bruised, exhausted body. Exhausted from the inside out. Exhausted from the exhilaration of winning the running battle against the Rats and the Kabukis. Worn from terror because I had nearly failed to protect my …
Tainted Love
The driver honked repeatedly, before finally turning back to face me. "Looks like this is as close as I can get Byron, unless you want me to run over a few of these chromers. But the club's just down the block." I sighed. This section of downtown was always busy, even in late winter with …
Second Thoughts
Contentment. I'm not sure I'd ever felt it before. Desire, jealousy, fear, anger, hatred, love, agony, pain, joy. Lots of extremes. Contentment, never. Until right now. Oh, the negative ones were hiding right around the corner, waiting to stalk across the plains and cut my hamstring before the feast, but right now, right here, peace …
Astral Storms
After a couple hours of sleep, I felt remarkable. The storm still pounded outside the apartment, and the thunder echoed through the older building. I did not trust Grey Mauser, but I wasn't confident about bringing it up with Talon. She'd been my only teacher, and I trusted her. I didn't want her to …
Protecting Secrets
I slithered back into bed shortly after five, as careful as if I was avoiding a ballerina, not wanting to wake her. I had hoped that today was one of the days she didn't slot to the corp, but well, how was I to keep track when I was gone so much. Wouldn't be fair …
Secrets
The wind howled outside the bedroom's windows. Light freezing rain had begun to clatter against the balcony about thirty minutes ago. I wanted to pretend that's why I was standing here, silk robe draped loosely over my shoulders. Whatever may have happened recently, casual nudity still made Patricia uncomfortable at times. Even if she …
Distress – Part I
I lay in the tussled sheets, one arm wrapped bent under my head and pillow, propping my head up as I geeked at the slow circling of the new, "antique" ceiling fan Patricia had wanted in the master bedroom after we had moved in. The wall trideo flashed three times, signalling that it was the …
Big Brother
"Yo, Byron." I stopped, and turned from the entrance to Keliendi's Kustom Leathers and looked around. The sidewalks were relatively uncrowded this Sunday afternoon, but that didn't mean empty, so I didn't eye any chummers at first, and not many others knew that name. But then I saw Omar waving from a heavily customized Ford …
Coming Home?
e “Hoi! Chummer, you gettin’ out?” growled the dwarven driver, with a hint of nervousness. “Huh?” I replied, with extreme wit. “Corner of Broadway and East Galena. Fifty nuyen.” “Already? Sure,” I mumbled, and I swipe one of Byron’s cred sticks across the scanner, adding ten for a tip, not really sure how long …
Hidden Minds
Rest. That seemed a joke last night with the memories heavy upon me, but exhaustion had taken me. Safety, I was safe here. I was always safe here, had always been. No matter what, she always helped me, even if I didn't want it, or probably deserve it. It may be the only …
Mind Break
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wqhR37qSUMA The fog of memory parted as raven black wings unfolded, piercing the shroud of obscuring mist while hoof beats echoed lightly. As the veil of darkness lifted, the golden notes of a cello echo through the cavernous warehouse, a figure sitting motionless in a circle of pale light on an old wooden chair. …
Mind Games
I cracked the lid of my left eye. Yep, Talon was still sitting there before the fire. Sigh....... I closed my eye and tried to again enter the meditative state. There are lessons. Then there are lessons. The latter you always remember. Or should. Sound. One of the earliest took me a long time to learn …
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