Casual Hobby Writer - I tend to like the fantasy and dystopian prompts. —————————————————————— Check out my new stories: - When Light Seeks The Shadows - Ditch It
Casual Hobby Writer - I tend to like the fantasy and dystopian prompts. —————————————————————— Check out my new stories: - When Light Seeks The Shadows - Ditch It
You slide the bag across the table, and the hooded figure opposite you peers inside. “Where the hell did you get this?!” He quickly looks up at you with an expression of pure disbelief. “How?” He says, lips parted, eyes wide as he searches you, scanning down your face, neck, and arms as if you should bear some sort of mark for having this in your possession.
Not seeming to find what he searches ...
Gods It’s stifling in here; you wonder why you didn’t choose a cooler climate. Droplets of sweat drip along your brow and run down the side of your face. Mentally, you start to remind yourself that this is only...
“So, who’s going to die today?” He says this as he saunters down the line-up in his industrial hydraulic exoskeleton suit. The squad lead, eyeing his new batch of recruits with the typi...
William once again found himself completely disoriented. A symptom that often came from following his two older brothers. If only he knew they would be riding deep into the Queen's forest, he probably would have skipped out on this… Well, actually, he wasn’t quite sure what this was. All he knew for sure was that he regretted begging them to let him tag along.
“Oscar, where are we going?” Willia...
“It smells like...” Ingrid stops and breathes in the misty air, closes her eyes, and takes in all that mingles with it: the sound of the river below, the leaves chattering in the trees, the vocalists amid the high-altitude flock of birds. She opens her eyes, feels the cool breeze prickling her skin, and suddenly she’s seeing it all as she had once seen it. “… Home.” She whispers.
A breeze pushes...
“Milk thistle, please Harra.” I watch as she rustles through the medicine bag. “The side pocket, Harra, just there.” I point from across the room, warming a tea pot in the hearth. “Yes, that’s it. Bring it here please. Thank you.” Uncorking the vial, I find myself overwhelmingly thankful that there are leaves left. Just enough for a single brew. Even so, it’s just another reminder of our dwindling...
Log Book:
September 5th, 6789 - 2pm
Study site No. 4889 SE upper quadrant.
The pictographs are such that they take up the majority of the SE face of the rock formation (Code: C12). Due to equipment malfunctions, we have yet to scale the steep sides of C12. Therefore our investigations have been limited to aerial photographs. A small team has been dispatched to analyze the surrounding grounds b...
“How long has it been? Surely not the 100... 200 years as you last promised?”
Something plays at your peripheral, but when you turn, all you see in the darkness is the sodden moss that makes up the cave walls. You steal yourself; you're focused, remaining detached from what frightens you here in the dark. Even still, you can’t help but remind yourself of how much you don’t want to be here.
A shad...
A languid shadow crept across the road. Making it seem as if the trees closed in around her. It was late autumn, and the sun was reminding her once again that the days grew short. She felt him shift against her stomach, his nails pressing against her skin in what she knew was his morning stretch. Without so much as a shed in sight, she picked up her pace. She could feel the nausea coming on as she...
The window is closed and yet it flickers. With every overwhelming wave of frustration a sigh escapes and the flame, flick, flick, flickers. A yawn escapes me, my eye lids feel of lead and they begin to drop, slow and heavy. But I must not falter, it is my destiny that I finish what must be done here. But the flame, those ever present sighs, the way the flame dances against the air, seductive, enti...
“We were arrogant pieces of shit back then. Arrogant and stupid.” Dodger spit the shells of sunflower seeds on the floor near his boots and continued his rant. “Fuck, I still can’t believe we never saw this ending coming. Those people at NASA didn’t think that perhaps their messages wouldn’t be taken so friendly like?” More shells hit the ground.
“Not NASA.” Gerald mumbled casually as he ran a bo...