He blinked. Pain radiated out from the light recepters, a pain so constant, so low, that it no longer registered consciously, the blink a habit as minute fluctuations from a crewmember's screen registered out of the corner of his left eye. He breathed in, and out, the rhythym the constant focus of years of training, …
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She leaned back into him, standing comfortably with his arms wrapped around her, his head resting on her shoulder, the brunette hair still occasionally strange to him, but the scents wafting from her head and shoulders eased his troubled mind. He still could never find the words to describe scents the way his reptilian organs …
The rage burned through the reflection of the yellow eyes visible underneath the mask, the flickers of purple as the teleportation spell took hold, depositing them on the mark Spyder had painted on the floor so long ago. For just a moment, irony distracted him, the wave of purple magic jumbling with the purple tint …
They walked slowly to the guest house, following one of the family ushers. As usual, he couldn't get out of his own mind. "Are ya sure ya don't want to go back home to our rooms, we've been gone a long time?" She slurred the words a bit as she placed her hand on his …
"Hey, ya two 'roos, we need ta talk." I ignored their whiny expressions. "Fine, not about.... Shawna, ya fuckin' probates." "Well, what then, Grandpa?" joked my youngest brother, Bryce as Brant chuckled. "Least I don't look like some worn out ball a skin......" Brant's chuckled turned into a guffaw and Bryce and I looked at …
There'd been a bunch of appearances, and autograph signings, way more than any race I'd won in Australia. For two days after Halloween. I mean, yea, its supposed ta be the top three from all the age categories, even if the loser just bailed after I crushed him. Not like I'm salty about that or …
I walked silently into the new bedroom at Tempest Point. She had no idea I was here, not with the music blaring on the punk albums I'd got from the vintage record store. I'd given them to her earlier when the team celebrated Christmas. They seemed to be acceptable as she danced around, trying to …
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February One street over, the chaos of leave reigned as the amphibious group based on the USS Bonhomme Richard had returned to port yesterday. Several thousand sailors and marines, especially the unmarried ones, were on the rampage. In some ways it felt like coming home, in others, he thought as he glanced at the …
I sat in the chair nearest the primary presentation node, the cold air of the warm room settling around me, waiting on the participants of the next briefing to arrive. The risks.....the risks of loss were extremely high, but the chance of success, while limited, the rewards could be immeasurable. I needed help. “I …
It was always the same......It was always different. Sitting in the pilot's seat, he didn't need to, not really. It was obvious William didn't want to allow him to pilot Alliance Two, always issuing orders over whatever weird internal communications link he had, even if Brett was actively engaged in a maneuver. It was annoying …
Frustration burned as he walked through the hallway towards his quarters, his home. He tried to bring up the security breaches in a logical way, but lost his temper. He hadn't meant to, but no one wanted to take security of the base seriously. They refused to listen, William especially refused to listen. Whenever …
The swells of the Pacific crashed against the western walls, surf lapping over into the moat-like interior waters, disturbing the peaceful waters as the sea foam glinted in the light of the waxing gibbous moon. An alert viewer might have seen the shadow swim across the wall in one of the bigger waves, splashing …
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 …
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 Art Commission by Lorenzo Lizano
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