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TrivelaJanice rushed towards the dome wall. Well, I guess rushing is not really the word. She limped towards the dome, shifting her weight to her good foot, painfully proceeding towards her destination. She limped faster than she was running minutes ago, then she splayed her hands on the glass and gazed sadly at the crack as it grew and grew until it seemed to stop at about 30cm. She sighed and lowered her head and just stood there, her hands on the transparent walls, framed by the red sand outside. Sitting on the gray thing we insisted on calling ‘grass’ despite our better judgment, I wanted to tell Janice it was all going to be okay. I wanted to tell her it was a superficial crack and that I would fix it in the morning, before I did my rounds checking the air conditioning. It would take me just a few minutes and it wasn’t a big deal, it could wait until the morning, it was just a matter of using a liquid neoplexiglass gun to refill it. The dome was built to withstand a lot
Trust Machines - Sweet AnniversarySweet Anniversary
Trust Machines story
Steve raised his eyebrows as he looked at the petite raven-haired woman standing on his doorsteps. At a massive 6'2" and 250 pounds, all of it muscle, without a single gram of extra-fat, he was used to having strange chicks run after him. His body would have been enough to attract most gals, but his job as a firefighter added a special something women seemed to crave, an aura of danger and heroism.
Not that this girl looked like any of his usual devotees. Truth to tell, even those weren't ringing his doorbell well past ten in the evening, but aside from that minor fact she missed the typical 'bimbo-look' he so despised. Apparently, girls seemed to think that they had to dress like a hooker to land with the facsimile of a Greek god. This girl, though, was clothed fairly
Average Guy To Rocker Chick TGBobby is a pretty average guy. He's 17 years old, 5 foot 7, average build, long brown hair with a slightly purple fringe but mostly wears a black and grey striped hat, and wears whatever he can find in his drawer not caring about his appearance. He has left school and is waiting to start college, but also enjoying the holidays doing what he does nearly everyday, either sitting at home on his Xbox, or hanging out with friends in town.
Though as much as Bobby was having the good life, he felt out of place, that he should do or be something different. He could think of nothing though. It didn't help since he didn't have a girlfriend for a while. His last girlfriend had fear of commitment issues but she was honest about it to him so her reason was good. Bobby was hurt at first but he knew that things happen and you gotta move on. It sucked even more that he's a virgin still, he mostly dated girls that were 15 but he had set himself good priories. But overall, he didn't kno
Spending the day with CharlisaEsau Abraham followed Charlisa Brant down the hall of one of the nursing homes in Angel Falls. He was spending the day with his frequent partner. Right now she was taking him to meet the oldest living member of her family, her great-grandfather. She stopped by a door with a placard that said ‘Joseph River’. She turned to Esau and said, “Here we are,” before knocking once and entering. “Hey, great-gramps, we’re here.”
“And early for once,” the elderly man replied. He was laying in bed. “Come on and give me a hand up.” She helped him sit up, and then put her hands under his armpits and helped him transfer to his wheelchair. He looked over at Esau and said, “And you must be Charlisa’s friend.”
“Yes, sir. I’m Esau Abraham,” he said as he stepped over to the older man and offered his hand.
Joseph took it and shook it. “Nice to meet you. And don’t call me ‘sir’. I was
TMNT 2012 Chapter 24: BittersweetChapter 24: Bittersweet
The turtles ran across the rooftop, just after taking out a large group of Kraang. They stopped at the edge of a building and watched the streets below, everyone that is except for Raph. He stood off to the side and was faced towards the general direction of the lair.
“Raph! Chillax bra! Mona will be fine, and if your worried about the two nut head doctors giving away the lairs position don't worry! We made sure they were blindfolded and that we drove around a lot. There is no way in the world they can figure out where it's at,” Mikey hollered back to his older brother.
“Raph,” Donnie walked over to his brother. “Mikey's right. Mona is safe.” Donnie placed his hand on Raph's shoulder, “And at any time you'll be a dad.”
Raph sighed and rubbed his hands together, “We should head back....” Raph's t-phone rang which he answered it immediately, “Hello?”
Mikey and Leo stood and watched Raph who tu
A Mission of Friendship, part 6Between the realms of waking and sleeping, Danny felt a sense of vertigo pass through him. He had been dreaming, and a shudder rocked his body. He wasn’t the sort of kid to ever have nightmares, and this one tugged at his heart.
It was the sort of bad dream that didn’t make a person scream or jolt awake. It wasn’t about some kind of monster or terrible shock. It was a slow, creeping horror, such as one gets when he dreams about his family hating him, or his work failing miserably — the kind of story that sucks the hope out of you.
The discomfort brought him out of sleep, and he exhaled heavily before he sat up and rubbed his eyes. As soon as he opened them, memories of the dream seemed to slowly lose detail. He knew he had seen his mother, she had been dancing with his father, and then Colby was there, but he looked sick and weak, and then there was someone else — a woman with long, dark hair like Colby’s mother, except human-sized, and she was weari
Weird Science-Part 1 [Slob, WG]Marigold Farmer stood in awe of the massive facility, arching her neck back to see just how high the building went. She was no stranger to skyscrapers but this place seemed like something surreal out of the futuristic animes she was so fond of. The quiet brunette had stared for a full minute at the monument to science as she shook it off; thinking to herself that she probably looked silly standing on the curb like that. Then again, most people would question her choice of tight jean against her thighs and ass and an anime t-shirt that clung to her mammories like static electricity as she rolled her duffel bag into the building. The cool breeze was a refreshing contrast to the sweltering heat of the Massachusetts summer, making Marigold sweat like a pig as she walked around the lobby.
“Here at Nexis Labs, we strive to bring cutting age inventions to our current society, benefitting man today to evolve tomorrow!” Marigold heard the corny display monitors chip as if she were b
'Nother Steam Conversation As WellSpartanZeus: hello
Dingodile Is A Sex Machine: Hi.
SpartanZeus: I found a new character on the internet that defy logic
Dingodile Is A Sex Machine: Yeah?
SpartanZeus: Stu Pidface
Dingodile Is A Sex Machine: Oh I know him.
SpartanZeus: I looked him up on Tf2 freakshow wiki
Dingodile Is A Sex Machine: Yeah?
SpartanZeus: It says that "Stu Pidface's abilities defy all logic and explanation. There seems to be no limit to what he is capable of doing. He can fly, teleport, fit inside tiny containers, summon objects from thin air (ranging from miscellaneous props, to people, to mountains of explosives), expand any part of his body, eat anything, make things spontaneously combust, turn people into inanimate objects, stick to any surface, lift and throw things many times his own size, defy gravity, and much more."
Dingodile Is A Sex Machine: Yeah, that's him.
SpartanZeus: Imagine him vs Bobobo
Dingodile Is A Sex Machine: That'd be a catastrophe.
SpartanZeus: G-Mod vs. Youtube Poop?
BurnThe darkened corridors of the Nemesis were eerily silent, the presence of patrols dwindled to a bare minimum as the graveyard shift rolled in. Only a handful of Vehicons roamed the halls, the only sound being their heavy footsteps as they searched for the vain hope of any sign of an Autobot incursion.
In one particular corridor however, things were not so still, as bright white light heralded the sound of a deep, rumbling motorbike engine streaking through the ship at an alarming pace, scaring a patrol or two as the owner screamed past or behind them, with seemingly little care for their presence. The patrols knew not to interfere however, for horrible things befell those who meddled with one of Shockwave’s pets. A fact that was especially true when it came to her.
The source of all this commotion, a Harley Davidson most biker enthusiasts would kill for, rushed through the corridors with practised ease. The black paintjob broken up by red flames across the entire chassis of the v
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The Panic Room (A Supernatural One-Shot)“Dean…? Dean?”
The name felt like lead on Sam’s tongue, so thick and heavy that he wasn’t sure if the syllable had actually made it past his lips.
The only reason he was aware of something cutting into his neck was the trail of red that was marking a small pathway against the stark fabric of his shirt. The dark suit and tie that usually accompanied the white-collared look were missing, but he couldn’t remember why.
His brother’s name seemed to drop soundlessly into the dark space before him. Everything felt heavy. Dull. Maybe he was dreaming.
But dreams shouldn’t smell of dust and abandonment. They shouldn’t be framed by cobwebs and wallpaper so aged that their floral design has faded into funeral bouquets. They shouldn’t have flickering candlelight and robed figures looking down on you.
No, dreams shouldn’t be like that.
But Winchesters don’t have dreams. They have nightmares. Sam smile
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