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  • Under the Broken Sky

    Klaxons. Klaxons everywhere. Truly this was it.

    The building convulsed. It wasn't supposed to be like this. We were supposed to fight back, to win against all odds. Where was the indomitable human spirit now? Running for their lives. Nothing had prepared…

    Posted 5 months ago
  • Twisted luck

    Klaxons. Klaxons everywhere. Truly this was it.

    After months of combing through this enormous abandoned spaceship, we’ve all started to lose hope. But V’Ru kept pushing us, and she was right to do so. If we were to make any use of this monstrosity of a v…

    Posted 5 months ago
  • Beautiful Triumph

    An adolescent boy, nude but for a spotlessly white loincloth. Great feathered wings sprout from his shoulder blades, so perfectly clean and glorious that anyone who saw them would be instantly blinded. But of course there are none who can.

    He stands in t…

    Posted 5 months ago
  • Reclamation: Noodle Stall IV

    The fat man moved suddenly, standing up and ducking forward to release her hold while throwing his unfinished noodles over his shoulder. Even as the contents of the bowl splattered against her chest, her hand closed reflexively, no longer on his neck but …

    Posted 5 months ago
  • Air Invasion

    Klaxons. Klaxons everywhere. Truly this was it.

    It was the dead of night, of course. They never attacked during the day. That was too obvious, and we'd see them coming a mile away -- on a cloudless day. (And even on overcast days, they always mysteriousl…

    Posted 5 months ago
  • Reclamation: Noodle Stall III

    Behind the counter, a serious faced Jin watched them while he used his apron to wipe his hands. She needed to finish her business here before he called a street team to investigate. She didn't want to tangle with them. The violent thugs thinly disguised a…

    Posted 5 months ago
  • Reclamation: Noodle Stall II

    “You have the wrong man.” he said, slowly putting the bowl down and setting his hands flat against the counter.

    “You don't recognize my voice? Maybe I can jog your memory. How about these words: no, don't, stop, please, you're hurting me!” She echoed her…

    Posted 5 months ago
  • Reclamation: Noodle Stall

    She moved through the crowd deliberately, puddles overflowing around the soles of her boots as she took each step, water streaking behind her in long broken lines. Compared to the hurried activity of the people around her, she looked like she was moving i…

    Posted 5 months ago
  • Everything We Bring, part 1

    Brett Parker bounced along the dirt road to the sounds of Toby Keith's “Beer for My Horses.” Satellites had picked up movement in the area and it was his job to intercept the illegals who had made it across the border.

    Just after twilight his headlights …

    Posted 6 months ago
  • New World Order: Interlude I

    President disavows knowledge of attack in the middle east, official inquiry to follow

    Another ineffectual attack inside the palace at Yaniv ends in blood as the superhuman leader calling himself Savior dispatches twenty-one assailants and adds their head…

    Posted 6 months ago
  • New World Order: Prologue, Part Six

    He walked through the detonations unscathed and unfazed. Soot and dirt splashed against his uniform but didn't stick, sliding back to the ground.

    A ray of the new day's sun bridged heaven and earth and he stepped into its light to pose majestically. Spre…

    Posted 6 months ago
  • New World Order: Prologue, Part Five

    The chain-link fence trailed along as far as his eye could see. He continued to the nearest section. The whole world had been watching this strip of barren land. People had died here, slaughtered like animals. More would. Let everyone watch now too and se…

    Posted 6 months ago
  • New World Order: Prologue, Part Four

    The sun's golden head peaked over the mountains, tinting the sky with rose. The gunfire that had swelled into a wind of bullets was now silent. He didn't even have to kill them. They had just stopped. The man supposed that they were finding heavier ordina…

    Posted 6 months ago
  • The Longest Storm

    There was a big thunderstorm in the night, starting at around 00.00. I thought the lightning was the brightest I'd ever seen - like it was day for a second.

    I turned off all the lights, pulled up the blinds, opened the window and just watched for a whil…

    Posted 6 months ago
  • New World Order: Prologue, Part Three

    Without altering his course, the man brushed by the human obstruction and with a negligible hand gesture sent him spiraling to the ground.

    More hands reached out for him trying to take hold of anything they could. When they found something to hang on to…

    Posted 6 months ago
  • New World Order: Prologue, Part Two

    The child babbled something in a language that the man didn't understand and ran off, calling out in a high pitched voice.

    The man frowned. If he couldn't understand them, then his message was going to be wasted on these . . . people. Well, he had chosen…

    Posted 6 months ago
  • New World Order: Prologue, Part One

    The man appeared in a rectangle of shimmering purple light, a Door. Striding forward with confident purpose, he stepped over the twitching bodies of those who had been cut down when the Door had opened. His careful steps left a trail of bloody footprints …

    Posted 6 months ago
  • One Child's Treasure--

    “Claire, did you want to give your mom something?” Tammy asked, propelling her niece forward.

    The six year old approached the hospital bed, took the worn out rabbit she had been hugging against her chest, and gravely pushed it into her mother's hands. "B…

    Posted 6 months ago
  • Memorial Post

    "And on that day, I will be here to turn you back. This truce will stand, this war is over, whether you wish it or not." I approached the god-post and jammed my blade into the wood just below the loathsome face that peered back at me.

    "You are releas…

    Posted 6 months ago
  • Message Post

    "This is truce by ultimatum," the god sneered.

    "It is," I agreed. "But it is a truce, nonetheless. You and your kind leave this world alone forevermore, and I and my descendants will cease our war upon yours. That I must force this is irrelevant, but pea…

    Posted 6 months ago
  • Post of Ultimatum

    The god was silent for a time. Irritation appeared across its countenance, but it knew now it had no choice in this matter. It was merely processing this information, coming to terms with it, making peace with its new fate.

    "Very well," it agreed. "I am …

    Posted 6 months ago
  • The Broken Post

    "You are not a man at all, are you?" I heard the god ask behind me. "Nor a god. You are both less -- and more."

    Suddenly the weight of everything that had happened fell upon me. The burden weighed heavily on my head, on my shoulders, and I felt immensely…

    Posted 6 months ago
  • Bronze Post

    The god finally found its voice, and not to my surprise, there was a quaver to it. "What are you?" it asked. "You are less than expected, yet more than you seem. The power you hold does not compare even to the simplest Alderman, and yet you are fluent i…

    Posted 6 months ago
  • Carving Post

    I said nothing to the god, merely turned my back to it and stepped to the golden post from which the spectre of death continued to emanate. The fleshing blade was still in my hand, and using the curved tip of that sanctified steel, I drew the point along …

    Posted 6 months ago
  • Post-War, Pre-Truce

    "The bargain is this," I began. "A truce. An end to this petty war that began with my ancestors, that has led to so much death."

    "NEVER!" the god roared, cutting me off. "WE WILL HAVE OUR VENG--"

    I held up my blade again and said nothing. The god's mout…

    Posted 6 months ago