Nov
1
The quietness in the facility added its own weirdness to the stifling palpability of the air. Being so quiet, a pin drop would have shattered the silence in the room, possibly drowning out the rustle of paper. Sweat soaked through the ski mask that the man inf front of the counter was wearing. The lady behind the counter could barely control her shaking, as she shoved the crisp green bills into the bag.
“Lady, don’t make any heroic moves, or I’ll shoot ya. Have you ever seen what a shotgun does to such a pretty face when its this close?†the masked man demanded.
She managed to shake her head no, in-between the sobs. The other masked man at the door yelled, “Hurry up Mike, lets get the hell out of here!â€
“Move faster bitch, or I will pull this trigger, don’t tempt me,†Mike said. The lady was stuffing the dark green sack as fast as she could; just not fast enough for Mike. The man at the door yelled back again, “We have company. Time to go, now!†Mike grabbed the sack full of hard, green cash and sprinted for the door.
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As the two men stepped out of the bank, two cops readied their guns to fire. The cops ordered the two men to throw down their weapons, which both did. Mike also dropped their bag of money, which spilled open as it hit the ground. Money flew out of the bag, painting the entire street green. Stunned, the cops took their weapons off the robbers, and ran scrambling for the money. Mike and his accomplice seized the opportunity to reacquire their guns and the half empty bag of green. Mike sprinted for the car as his partner laid down cover fire, both of them barely getting in before the cops returned the fire. Bits of broken glass, which was shattered by the cops’ bullets, rained down a shower of cuts upon both robbers. The accomplice slammed on the gas once the engine turned over, tires squealing against payment as they jerk away from the crime scene.
Oct
8
Life Spins
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Life spinning, control lost.
Horizon dimming, can’t pay the cost.
Change is slow, adaptation slower.
Sinking down, can I go any lower?
Fear and loathing, just not in Vegas.
Frustrations deepen, apathy choking the sun out.
Time rushing with no clear route.
Sun beaming all around, yet darkness surrounds.
Grip slipped, days flung about like monkey poo.
Stay tuned.
Sep
5
Change
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His skin ripples as the change begins, hair breaking out all over his body, his face growing longer. The pain intensifies as his teeth enlarge into sharp fangs, the pain from the snapping bones creates starbursts of color in his field of vision. The shift completes as he reaches the point where he almost passes out. The savageness has overtaken his mind, leaving him with a yearning to kill and rut – the most primal of all urges. The change in Heos is now complete. Read more
Jun
28
White
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The tops of my ears were freezing, I wonder if humans have this issue in cold weather… That stupid kender just had to get us kicked out of the last town; I will kill him if I ever see him again! We didn’t even get a chance to buy any snow equipment like that nice bearskin coat, or those wooden snowshoes. The wet, cold snow soaks through the shoe leather, the bitter frost biting into my feet. The white forest stretches out for miles, no end in sight, as I trudge along - if only I could lie down and go to sleep.
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As the sun reaches it’s zenith, the thinning forest gives way to a large clearing, and the green of the forest concealed by the snow. A huge white dragon, his pristine scales shining in the sunlight, lay snoring in front of me. Damn my luck! Why do I have to stumble upon a dragon? As I move quietly away from the clearing, just wanting to get the hell out of there, I step on a twig. The snap echoes around the forest, a hitch in the snoring worries me for a second, but the snoring starts again. I realize the snoring has stopped once I get about 30 yards away, but it is the earth shaking roar that really clues me into my oncoming trouble.
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My legs pump furiously as I try my hardest to run in this snow-covered landscape, these soft boots too inadequate for the task. I can hear the dragon flapping behind me, gaining on me. The fear of the moment unleashes the tide of adrenaline in me, my legs pumping harder than before. The wind from the dragon’s wings knocks me over, the utter terror gripping me in silence, as he lands on my back. I notice my blood spreading out on the clean white snow as my life slips away.
Jun
18
Red
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My blood boils. I can feel the bubbles of anger rising within me, the red haze clouding my vision. Consuming all my senses, the haze is making it hard to maintain my grip on consciousness. “It is working!” someone behind me exclaims, “I think we have found the right formula.” I cannot control whatever it is that I am fighting, the raging battle is lost. As I slip away I hear, “Quick, someone grab the elephant tranqs because I don’t think those restraints are going to hold”.
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As I come to, someone at the door shouts “Don’t make any sudden movements, we have 5 guns trained on you”. Dazed, I take in the horror of the lab - severed body parts strewn about, like a child’s messy playroom. “Get up slowly.” the man at the door instructs, “Keep you hands up, no funny business.” I lose my balance as I try to get up, the blood-slicked floor making it hard to stand. “Turn around and put your hands behind your back,” he orders. As they shackle my legs and hands, I realize that it was me who caused all the bloodshed in this lab. I sob quietly, guilt consuming me, as they haul me out.