I couldn't deal with being blinded. I didn't think anyone could properly form themselves back together when their sight was suddenly taken. I tried to grasp my bearings, I really did, but there was only so much my brain could process. A slow brain that handled any stressful situation with anxiety and panic attacks. I …
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Dust of Whispers
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, …
Heavy into the Unknown
Why were things so fuzzy? Jacob thought. Why couldn't he form the correct thoughts? They were being yanked away. Against his will, as a toy from an eager dog. A treat from a child being punished for too many sweets. Jacob mentally clawed for the right thoughts. Or the useful ones so he could understand …
Convection Tinged
How many hits could he take? Twenty?No, must be thirty by now and increasing every second. The burly, giant-no, monster--mounted me before he could react. Trying to block the desperate claws, there was never going to be a moment when the barrage would pause. The beast screamed a roaring laugh, guttural and gurgling, as each …
Transmission of Guilt
Wesker huffed his remaining equipment into the back of his truck. Metallic shavings splashed from an unknown tear and fell into a corner, crunched together like sawdust and wood flakes. He latched the back, placed the cover, and double checked all four sides until he was absolutely sure nothing was misplaced. He locked the doors …
40 Sounds
Originally, it started with a snap. Not too similar to bark. It would have to be a bit stronger. So, a branch. That satisfying -WACK- when you'd kick an old empty trash bin from school. Take five of those, string them together, then you have what it sounded, what it echoed. But as one big …
The Decay Field
"God damn it," I screeched. Chunking a pile of dirt aside, it proved to do nothing more than add to a pile aside a single shovel I had abandoned an hour ago. The dig yielded complete zero. My partner, a rustic middle man, had given up the attempt two hours before me. The guy lounged …
Snap out of it
spider legs curl around its prey. Silk falls around the shoulders, gives a minuscule weight that brings two barbs deep into the meat. hanging beast gives protection against the elements. The cold seeps through the strands, and while the soft touch brings relief. Nothing else did. Everything else melted to liquid--torn to pieces. between the …
Flask
Reaching further into the center, he managed to yank the source away. Freed from its prison, manifested again to the rest of the world, it beat several times. Slow, methodical, silent as a lightning bug blinking in the darkness. A solid one second. Not a lot of time. Tiny compared to infinity. But that was …
Ignition
Impossibilities. It's impossible to be idle. Impossible to not try. Impossible not to scream. For more.
Just Buckle Down 