In the northeast quadrant of Thargonos sits the City Headquarters for Defense and Statistics. The top floor is technically my office now. But that doesn’t make much sense. An Upholder has no need for an office he doesn’t even know how to use. Let those who need it use it. My office is the streets. … Continue reading A Sequel To “The Static touch”.
Your hands grip my leather wrapped hilt as you drive me farther into his chest. His fiery eyes glaze over, smoldering. His skin turns ashen, and he drops to the ground as you pull my beautiful blade back out, bloody. Turning around you break into a jog, moving past the several pale bodies that lay … Continue reading I Reflect You (a stand alone)
Dear readers- You are amazing! I love to share my stories with you, and I'm so glad that you read them. But I'm coming to a transition. Yes I will still be posting stories, though not at the rate I have in the past, or at least I won't hold to the standard of one … Continue reading My goals are changing…
I feel a foreboding bite to the wind. My hands tremble as I hold the rifle in place. My breath puffs through the black mask on my face, misting the air, fogging my glasses. The clouds are grey. No sun shines. As we draw closer to position I become even more conscious of my hair, … Continue reading Fight For Thargonos
It’s the last five minutes in the last lecture of the year. My hands grip behind my back, and I feel the buzz. I am The Static Touch. Pulling both hands back around, they grip the desk in front of me. The tingle running through my body says I need to calm down. But that … Continue reading The Static Touch (A story from Thargonos City)
As I play my ocarina over the hills, Lovely birds sing back in musical trills. The sky shines down upon my face, Pushing up my playing pace. Notes fill up the lively air, And up pop squirrels, cute, a pair. They dance from side to side, And harmonize with voices that glide. A … Continue reading Poetry Of Music
At the very top of a glimmering building, sits a young man. His black hair stands wildly, like a mane, a dull black carbon plate armor, covers everything but his head and face, and dark stubble covers an angular jaw, complementing well a pair of grayish blue eyes. And his body is relaxed, vulnerable. … Continue reading “Yes.” (Sequel to Game or Life)
As I sit in front of the computer, a large block of text remains untouched. It’s been like that for the last four hours. Some would see it as meaningless letters, some would be impressed by its literacy, but those like me see it as a wall. A wall woven together by my own … Continue reading The Will And The Wall
Kenneth stood on a hill, overlooking the Abs. facility. A cold wind blew his hair all around, but had no effect on the rest of his body. "I stole a thirty thousand dollar suit of armor, which officially makes me a criminal."
In the cement locker room, sitting just beneath a massive Capture the Flag stadium, Kenneth stood in front of his locker. Inside the locker was his exoskeleton. Instead of taking it out, and putting it on, he turned around, and walked over to the doorway. In the hallway just to his left, a security … Continue reading Game On (Part 2 of Game or Life)