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Firebug: Chapter 18 - Others
When Theo opened his eyes, he found himself staring at a speckled white drop-ceiling. The air smelled strange: a mixture of strong chemical cleaners, layered on top of the faint yet distinct odors of blood and human excrement. A soft, incessant beeping to his left broke the shaky hold that sleep still had on him, drawing his attention to the source: a sturdy, chrome pole, with a clear plastic bag of fluid hanging off it. The latter of which was connected to his arm via the thinnest tube.
By Natalie Gray10 days ago in Chapters
Glass Winter | Chapter X
When it became too much all Mal could do was retreat from the world, despite his high position within the commune. He could no longer cast his thoughts onto all that was beautiful, nor observe the darkness and all its frightful potential. No. He could only be.
By Andrei Babanin12 days ago in Chapters
Dragon Horse. Content Warning.
Captain Swirski walks in the shadow of his ship, the ORP Dragoon, the one hundred and thirty-six meter, fastest-built destroyer of the southern hemisphere’s navy with a top speed of 30 knots. It is propelled by six Yarrow-type water-tube boilers, geared steam turbines, and two shafts, and it is armed with six Mk XII guns, two Mk V AA guns, and twelve torpedo launchers.
By Wen Xiaosheng12 days ago in Chapters
Who's the real Monster?
~ Matt's POV No. It can't be. Z...They can't be dead. Ed unleashed a gut wrenching sorrowful roar. Pain gripped my heart as a saying mum would say came to mind 'In the shelter of each other, people survive'. If only I had tears to shed in this moment.
By Lucy Torralba13 days ago in Chapters
Family Obligations Chapter Two
Cole took a deep breath through his nose as he exited the portal behind Davin, his daughter secure on his hip. The smell of home soaked into his pores and he could feel himself relax minutely. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his daughter turning her head from side to side as she tried to take everything in. She tugged gently on his beard, something that made him smile since that had been what she’d done as a baby when they’d fallen asleep together. “Daddy,” she said in what he was sure she thought was a whisper, “is this Santa?”
By Reb Kreyling15 days ago in Chapters
Businesswoman 359
A trail of vodka like a transparent blood line on the floor. Socialista picked up the bottle and chugged. “We’ve gotta hit them with the idea that we’re prepared to knock over their rocket. It’s against the environment and the welfare of the Earth,” Socialista swallowed and announced.
By Skyler Saunders17 days ago in Chapters
