Double Choice “Seriously?” I said in total disbelief. The king loomed above me. Decked out in an enormous crown and gold robes, he was surrounded by wise old men with huge beards on either sides. They examined me with curiosity, waiting for my reaction. My lawyer, standing by my side, cleared his throat. “Your honor, please be reasonable, that is not quite how the constitution says things are supposed to go—“ The king’s eyes widened. “Constitution?” he spat, his voice…
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Ghost Mode What would you do with eternity? Think about it. No, really. What would you do if you could go anywhere, do anything? Never aging, never hurtin'? There is, of course, a catch. You'd have to die first. Now, my dear, death has many flavors. The nature of your life, how you die, all add a certain *je ne sais quoi* to the big ol' stew of your after life experience. You like that? Je. Ne. Sais. Quoi. It's en Francais. I've been practicin'! ... Bah, lighten up, flesh…
Shotgun I was sunk into my own thoughts. You would think my mind would be focused on the friggin mission, but all I could think about was her. Her body floods my mind with longing and desire, but then my imagination teases me with just a flash of her smile, and I picture her laugh, I would go through hell just to hold her close to me again, knowing how long this mission will feel for me, I have this shitty feeling where my heart may or may not be. Emotional and slightly…
Intergalactic Insurrection Inside the cockpit, despite the perfect air conditioning, a bead of sweat rolled down Orion’s back. He knew he had just one shot at this. “Pull out of the warp maneuver in 3…2…1…*NOW!*” Shouted Lieutenant Lestrange. Orion pulled back on the lever, engaged rear thrusters, and tried to hold himself still as the extreme forces battled towards equilibrium. When he was able to open his eyes again, the sight was beyond what he could ever have hoped.…
Realest *California, 20XX* The light beamed down on my face. It burned my skin, and blinded me when I looked at it. I don't remember anything. In this very moment, I am nothing. I am mute. I see my surroundings, but I'm not there. In a slow buildup back to reality, I hear a round of applause and laughter. Suddenly, I snap back to my chair. I'm sitting in a studio. "Well, wasn't that something!" The host announced, "Lets have another round of applause for *Terry Clix*!" The…
7:11 The booming thunder shook the walls of the shop, the accompanying flash of lightning unable to penetrate the dark tinted windows. Fluorescent bulbs flickered in the dimly lit aisles. The soft light of the coolers on the shop's perimeter provided most of the illumination. Despite these limitations Vladimir ensured his 'children of the night' could locate the provisions they sought for their late night cravings. The high toned modern klaxon announced the arrival of one.…
Checkup "That's odd." Not exactly what you want to hear from your nurse as they change the bandages on the gut wound you spent hours in surgery getting fixed. "Nurse?" You thought your voice was under control, but she looked up at you and smiled that professional smile. The one that says, no problem! Nothing to concern you in a wrong way. Only you aren't buying it. Her face smoothes out as she relents. "It's just that you seem to heal remarkably fast." She tells her…
What Ground “I don’t think the character movement looks right. It needs to be more impactful as he swings his sword down.” Leo peered down his glasses as he analyzed the character movement sample in front of him. “Take into consideration the size of Haruko’s sword. That thing is ginormous! Not only should his movements reflect that, but his face should look like he’s carrying a heavy-ass sword and swinging it with everything he’s got. There’s gotta be an ‘Ooomph’ when he…
Wretched Night Mare 2 Stepping inside the stone-walled building, the smell and sizzle of frying meat and potatoes awakened Michael’s stomach. The dirt floor was packed hard and hardly anyone besides them were wearing shoes. The clanging of metal cookware battled with servers and cooks yelling incomprehensible orders at each other as they hustled about. A man in one of the booths was shaking a finger at two others, looking like it might come to blows. “Gentleman,” a pretty…
Wretched Night Mare "Fuck you, Dad," Michael whispered. "I didn't turn out like you. Cycle broken." "Dad, what did you say?" Caleb asked, stirred awake. "Nothing, son," Michael said through the crack in the door. "Just excited for your birthday tomorrow. Sixteen's a big one." "Straight up, did you guys get me a car?" Caleb asked, sitting up in bed. "Mom won't tell me anything. I won't be mad if you didn't. I just want to know so I don't get my hopes up." "Still a school…
Mild Thoughts In My Mind 2 "So, I just talk to the door or?” Tom asked, standing at attention. A sage nod from sensei Haq. “There is no chance this room here contains the means to outfit someone in a sharp suit, specifically someone with a 34 waist, 34 inseam.” He put his hand on the handle, looking at Mr. Haq again. “That easy?” “That easy, no way any of that is behind that door.” Tom opened the door to see a brightly lit showroom of suits, smelling of fresh linens. A…
Mild Thoughts In My Mind "Good morning, Tom!" *crack* "Supposed to be a real boot baker out there today! Sixty fohore!" Tom glanced over until he caught sight of the mint green scrubs. He focused instead on his polished shoes and their dizzying trek across the hotel carpet. What was the man doing? It had looked like cracking coconuts between his legs and making a pile of the shells on his left. Isn't that kind of the opposite of what a cleaning crew should do? And where…
Who Is Son Of Wealth I am the Son of Wealth. Mon nationalité est Nigeria e. Or will I say Je Suis Nigeriane. I speak 5 languages. Yeah I do but my dominant languages are Igbo, Le Francais et Other tongues 😁😁. Son of Wealth is Just an Alias My actual name is Wealth. Take it that Way. The Name son of Wealth is from the Church I go to. Dedicated, Committed and connected children to their Spiritual Fathers are Called Sons. I'll appreciate other Christians on this Platform also.…