Dystopian
Decland's Last Sunset
Decland stood, watching Annalise and Cella bicker with one another as their spat over the horses escalated. Presently they stood not but a foot apart, heated energies fueling their arguments, each equally adamant and stubborn that their perspective made the most sense. He, however, was the picture of cooolness, leaning against an ancient alderwood trunk, arms folded casually across his chest, emerald eyes lit with mild amusement as they always were when he observed two of the gentler sex battle with snide comments and bitter retorts. A humorous event found in nature: females taking holding opposing stances.
By Autumn Ungererabout a month ago in Chapters
Guardians of Knowledge
David continued to pump gas for the next three month while searching for work. The job market was tight for people without a specific trade. He learned quickly that the technology field had no interest in someone without a degree in electronics or coding. He considered looking for work at one of the paper mills in the neighboring town of Fitchburg, but that wasn’t any different than working in a plastics factory. He even considered rejoining the Army or maybe the Air Force because the living conditions are better. The one thing he was sure of was that time was continuing to surge ahead, and his life was at a standstill.
By Mark Gagnonabout a month ago in Chapters
Chapter ? - Charles (Anne)
There it was. He was trembling with fear at what he might find inside. The sun was beginning to set, and he didn’t see the telltale glow of candles in any of the windows — but then again, if they were smart, there wouldn’t be. And he knew without a doubt that Anne was smart. Charles also saw that the windows looked intact, and with the curtains closed he could make out that someone had screwed plywood up against them as well. Smart.
By Chris Santiagoabout a month 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 Xiaoshengabout a month ago in Chapters
Tattoos & Rail Guns Chapter 13: You May As Well As Be In The Army Now!
The next day began at dawn. Since the squad was not assigned to a mission outside the fort, today would start as a regular day. This meant an hour of exercise in the morning. Fortunately, it was a light day for the squad, consisting of little more than push-ups and sit-ups followed by a short two-mile run.
By Jamais Jochimabout a month ago in Chapters
Tattoos & Rail Guns Chapter 12: The Little Shoeshine Boy
The gargoyle dropped off the camera and flew out of the rook. Deezle the Defiler hooked the camera up to his laptop and proceeded to watch the footage. He became visibly more upset with every frame. At the end, he had to prevent himself from smashing the camera to bits or at least tossing it through a wall. He couldn't believe what he had seen; he hadn't expected the shade to survive; it was a minor demon at best and therefore imminently expendable, but it had practically died on arrival. The soldiers could have killed it.
By Jamais Jochim2 months ago in Chapters
The Parasite Protocol. AI-Generated.
The Archive was less a library and more a tomb. Here, the golden, pervasive glow of the Colony’s central lighting did not reach. Instead, there was only the low-frequency hum of cooling fans and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone that clung to the back of the throat.
By Blessing Moyo2 months ago in Chapters
