The last thing he remembered. A flash of pink, and a burning white. He remembered his wife and twins, his wife and family, his wife and--Screams and alarms. Crumbling. A fall. And a hard hit to the ground. Underground. He remembered the attack, some gone instantly. He remembered a bubble--His head was covered in some …
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Pro Bono
The caked grime and blood weighed me down. It stunted my abilities, cracked my skin, and worked like sludge that contaminated my limbs. Oras was captured to his knees, arms strung up in chains. The bonds around his wrists had been placed so tight that skin was starting to form around the edges of the …
Having a Bad Day
Of course--honestly, he should have seen it coming--the date didn't turn out well. The list of things Adrian could scream from the mountain of why this date was, yet again, a failure...There was a lot. Adrian held each one close because he'd never been one for confidence. It was a folly of his life. But, …
Moments, mental moment
This was a challenge. Probably the worst situation. Someone covered their bases. No, a group handled this together. There was no way I would have been taken out by one person alone. I remember at least four voices before the darkness, before the chloroform. My throat and chest still burned from the toxic chemical. The …
Passive Against Mortality
We guarded our camp as best we could. For only having about seven seconds, we managed to protect the kids with a swift use of a magic barrier. The largest of our group focused on handling the shrapnel. He waved his arms like he was attempting to wipe the fragments away. They gathered into a …
Dominion, Domination, Destination
I rolled and pranced back to my feet like a bounding gazelle. My back slapped the muddy, wet boulder, stuck a moment from all the grit and algae. I invoked a quick incantation, just a swift word, and my skin gained the properties of marble. Durable, tough, and unmovable. Another timed spit of words added …
Psychosomatic
Phil tossed another can of beer into the nearest trashcan. He used the wrong arm to grab his phone from the side table. The phone dropped from his ghostly fingers, but he managed to snatch it with the other hand after scrambling off the wood floor. He checked the date and time. Sighed heavily, rubbed …
The Brittle Nature of Reflections and Dreams
Sirius jolted awake. His glass armor finished pieced itself back together and delivered a resuscitating burst of reviving electricity from its stored reserves. Sirius, caught upside down, wiggled violently. He was disoriented, severely. Hanging--the rush of blood, the residual energy given off by his armor, the heat, the blunt force trauma--Sirius fell unconscious. Chunks of …
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The Realm of Hel
Each step created an indentation in the snow. The crunch and shuffle of flurries, at least up to the knees, was the only sound beyond the frigid whistling wind. Occasionally there was a spot of dead grass under my boot, and if I didn't take a full overstep, I'd sink deep into the white. My …
Confident Touch
Dillon backed against the wall. Guard up, feet apart, shoulders square, and hands tight until his knuckles bleached. He kept his head ducked behind a solid wall created by his forearms. He'd managed six people. Each one writhed on the ground in shattered pain. A few with broken arms, some ribs. But the hardest challenge …
Just Buckle Down 