2130, August. Continent B. Jaax was sweating. Not the kind of mild sweating you get after a good workout. No, this was the full body entrenching, underwear soiling, pouring down … Continue reading The Shadow of Death: Part 2
2130; March. Continent B. Jaax studied the pulsatile blood flow as it crept between her interlaced fingers, the red warmth gushing from the wound underneath her hands despite her best … Continue reading The Shadow of Death: Part 1
Charlie’s dirt-bike spun on the loose gravel, nearly hurling her from her seat. She struggled to gain control of the steering as the bike spat rocks and dust out its … Continue reading The Only Thing to Fear
He said goodbye At first it was slow Like the melancholy Of a summer afternoon Coming to a close He said goodbye This time like the storm Thunder … Continue reading He said Goodbye
Jack stepped outside, pulling the copper gas mask over her face. She tightened the elastic straps against the back of her head, shifting them underneath the long, black hair that … Continue reading Acid Rain
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