Mom.

Today is mother’s day 2016, and I realized a bit too late that I hadn’t prepared anything special for my mom yet. Just a small breakfast in bed (which I didn’t even participate in) and a card (that didn’t have my name in it).

The JP Brookmore College Incident

Synopsis: Investigators and college officials entered the room. Two bodies lay on the floor, limp and lifeless. The only source of light was the slightly cracked computer screen, which lay face-up on the floor, sending sparks all over the room. A sound file was found at…

The Street of Hallow´s End

By thealchemyst

I was walking down a dirt path, surrounded on both sides by trees. Cold, dark, naked trees. A dank musty wind blew through the limbs, howling like no other. I was but alone, as no one else would brave the street of Hallow’s End. Snow fell…

CYGNUS RAL 8

Finally! I was productive!

Yesterday I began planning all the mods to the hab, and with time, I managed to salvage even more parts!

Can you believe that all the uranium-238 from the large bombs in my ship actually survived? Now I have a power source that…

The Secretary

A strong odor hung in the air as Alan Ericsson walked into the door of Sonic Computers Inc. The room was dark, and no personnel were at the visitors desk.

He lit a cigarette, in hopes of replacing the smell with one that was more familiar. His parents had smoked all around him…

The Driver

Situation Update:

Bahrain GP.

20xx.

Tesla Motorsport F1.

Be prepared. The lineup’s looking tough.

My rival Réson starting 6th. I’m starting 8th. Time to show him what I’m made of…

Things to do.

I’m going to cry.

I’m going to crash a car at exactly 274 mph

I’m going to make a list of things I’m going to do

I’m going to fly away to the internet

CYGNUS RAL 2

[UPDATE: Pressure Stable]

Ok. I’m back. So, about Striker Squad. We were a group of the 100 soldiers aforementioned. But here’s the special thing. We were covert ops. We had missions all over the galaxy, mostly recon and espionage, but still no less important. Then came the last…

Gravity

He fell.

For ages.

The ship, just in the corner of his eye, burst into a fiery bucket of incendiary smoke and gas.

His ship. His home. His life. Gone.

His parachute.

Chance

December 5th, 1983.

A hooded figure approaches the bar. The dark coat he sports is covered in raindrops. Fresh raindrops.

The smell of the tavern is alcoholic. Men lay outside, regretting their choices.