The Scent

“What?” Brennan groaned. He pulled down, but something around his wrists chafed his flesh. Numb arms made the abrasion feel distant. Brennan tried to separate his legs but was met with the same resistance. He moved his body from side to side, felt himself dangle. Everything was dark, but this wasn’t due to an absence…

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The Evil I Know

You are facing a window. It has seven panes—six trapezoids arranged around a circle. This window faces a black tapestry with pinpoints of light scattered about. The cosmos. Final frontier. Worlds far off and filled with wonder and mystery. But it is not them that you look for. The object of your search is what…

Wilted Flower

I had three monitors, and the feed was divided into three sections. One displayed a screen with an artistic work in progress. Some kind of cartoony lizard-human thing—I didn’t give enough shits to know. It was a layered animation; the loop changed depending on what angle you viewed it from. Compatible only with HJ51 screens.…

Purple Dots

Cypri’Lan: “I can’t wait; I can’t wait! Ever since I could wait I’ve been in a state of being unable to wait! I’m so glad this day is here!” YUP_YUP: “Actually, you can wait. What’s going to happen if you don’t wait?” Cypri’Lan: “I will literally EXPLODE!” YUP_YUP: “We are not capable of doing such…

Twisted by Malignant Will

This story is part of a series. For the first entry, if you are new, click here: Ducks. For the previous entry, click here: Resident Conman.     On my way to my destination I spotted a water fountain with a screen attached to it. Exactly what I needed; I had an awful taste in my…

Antiquated Standards

Thick set armchair padded liberally. Table beside it, a helm upon this. Five cords extended from said helmet. They were arrayed around a globose protrusion and kept together by cloth ties at equal intervals. The cords separated upon reaching the wall and connected to separate ports in a computer shielded by removable paneling. On the other…

#2 Bad First Impression: Introduction

This is the second story in a series of stories. If you haven't read the previous entry, click here: Bad First Impression: Introduction to Introduction.     We’ve all experienced fear, but few have experienced the dread of imminent extinction. Few have been under heavy fire, ears ringing and trousers drenched. Few have cowered behind…

Resident Conman

This is part of a series. For the previous entry, click here: Ducks.     “Ah hate dis sheit,” Richard muttered, his mouth full. Juicy and sweet with perfectly textured skin—excellent taste but no flavor. This “apple”, as did the others in his bag, came from a pile. There were several in the store, a…