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Guard Dog
Plot: While tracking down an assassin a meteorite explodes in mid air, the lone survivor begins to exhibit increased strength, healing factor, libido, better senses, and increased cognitive abilities. He must use his new abilities to protect the keep from other creatures that changed due to the effects of the strike.
By daniel morris8 years ago in Futurism
Stellar Cruise Part 5
When things finally come to a head, will the passengers and crew be ready... The Zala’s senior staff met every ship’s morning in the main conference room behind the bridge. The room was dominated by an oblong table that kind of resembled a fat plantain. The senior most of the staff sat around it while their aids and junior lieutenants stood behind them. Screens displayed ships status and viewports on either side showed the void of space in its ebony glory.
By daniel morris8 years ago in Futurism
Stench of Death
Salt stings the noses of the small band of survivors crossing a narrow channel of calm, crimson stained water. Smoke bellows from where they came and ash lightly falls through the heavy fog. The men cough and tremble, each of them are scared in some way. Captain Wayland sits at the helm of the ship that carries fifteen men including himself. Many of them are too wounded to sit, let alone stand. The ones that do sit and stand, endure the odor of their comrades’ burnt flesh rising up to their noses. Captain Wayland drifts back and forth as blood runs down his chin, he gently looks upward. The tight vein of water is enclosed by large walls of stone, sharpened like the spears of giants. The fog and smoke lay a blanket over the sky dripping ash through the air and into the men’s lounges. He wipes the blood from his jaw and looks down towards his soldiers that shiver and cry.
By Andrew Schrader8 years ago in Futurism
Whisper in Elegy
Preface {TJ} "RUN!" It was the night of the blood moon, the forest was black and foggy. I can hear her breathing as she ran and I can smell her sweet blood. Her bloodcurdling screams, the fear in her eyes, and the chills that ran down her spine. Her long black hair, dark brown eyes that looked into my very own soul, and lovely skin. Skin that I want to rip apart and drink the blood from her very flesh. I've been awaiting for this night and now the time has come to free the inner monster within me; pale skin, eyes black as the night, long sharp black nails, fangs, and black wings of a demon. As the leaves crunched beneath her feet, I continued to fly low to become close to her to grab her. To my surprise she ran pretty fast for a human because as I had gotten close to tearing my claws through her skin, she'd manage to get further away from me. I had to think quick and fast. The longer this charade had gone on, the more angrier and bloodthirsty I became. She took one sudden look back at me as she ran, and when she did I saw the tears in her eyes.
By S A N D Y 💀 C L A W S #TJPForICTitle ♥8 years ago in Futurism
Forget HAL 9000: Theory Says Wall-E Is The Most Evil Robot On Earth
It isn't just Transformers that are robots in disguise, does #Pixar's Wall-E also feature a machine with ulterior motives? Under the surface of the feel-good tale about star-crossed lovers was a political commentary on health and the planet, however, beneath that, does there bubble and even darker tale of #horror and homicide?
By Tom Chapman8 years ago in Futurism
Stella’s Choice
Chapter 1: Present days The church's bell chimed twelve times as I sat at the edge of the cliff with my knees drawn to my chest. The cascading light from the full moon in the sky enlightened the sight of the forest that was spread in front of me. A gush of wind flew by, swaying the trees back and forth as the leaves rustled.
By Samantha Lam8 years ago in Futurism
Chapter 1: Morzan
A dark city sat in the middle of a dark forest, moonlight shining on a massive fortress. Guards patrolled the streets, keeping their eyes open. Howling could be heard outside the city, making guards look outside the wall, pricking their ears up and listening. Deep within the castle a tower sat, and a single light shone in the window. A man sat on his bed, holding his sword in his hands. He had golden hair, and brown eyes, which were scanning outside. He was muscular and wore silver armor, his body tense as if waiting for something.
By Christopher Jimenez8 years ago in Futurism
Voices of the Live Ones: Chap 1 Pt 1
Voices of the Live Ones Part One – Crack in the Glass Eye Chapter One: Embers I once believed in a True Earth. That’s what the textbooks read: “For when our souls finally leave the ruins of This Earth, we will inherit a True Earth with God as our True Leader.”
By CT Idlehouse8 years ago in Futurism
Parole Duty
The youth sat uncomfortably in the back of the police car. He reached down and stuck a finger under the band holding his tracking device to his ankle. It had not blown him up because his police escort, Officers Machowsky and Darell, had called in to say that he had been picked up for parole duty.
By Shashi Joseph8 years ago in Futurism
