Kota needed supplies. There wasn't a question about it when it came to surviving. Either you ran out and died, or you clawed and crafted to give yourself that little bit of edge above the next individual. A shameful, but necessary tactic. One sometimes taught by an experienced person, sometimes learned easily by observing, counting, …
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The Theta State
Oryx flipped and dodged with the perfect poise of a talented dancer. He tiptoed while simultaneously flinging his legs enough to cartwheel and side flip as easily as breathing. His talent came in handy. It'd taken so long to show his companions that there was more to the Magnetic Oryx than most had heard. Agility, …
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 …
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 …
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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A Stiff Spirit
Eliot, trapped and secluded, was surrounded by fighting. Which tended to happen when inciting a war. While he managed to hide behind the pile of obvious rubble, he might as well waved a hundred white flags. It was the only pile of rock for miles.Smoldering blasts of iron strung the sky like fireworks, the deadly …
The Great Dreamer
Jackie's impatience was getting the better of her. She'd set everything up perfectly through hours of tedious work. She'd dragged the lounger from her apartment and scooted it to the center of her patio of her condo facing the open beach. She'd tucked a cooler full of sodas and beer, snacks to the other side, …
Period Pieces
"You idiot!" Vincent yelled as he decked his broken with a hardy jab. Edgar dropped to his backside, bouncing slightly on the listing platform. The back of his head bumped the steel pipes. His brother had held back tremendously. He knew that if Vincent truly wanted to hurt him, Edgar wouldn't have maintained his head …
Only One Piece of the Story
One,Two,Three,Four,Five,Six, Seven,Eight,Nine,Ten,Eleven,Twelve, Each one a turn, each one a path, Leading towards one lightOf hope.
Just Buckle Down 