Satire
Vickers Goes Down With the Ship
Chapter 1 - The Boatman “’Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.’” Science Officer Cornet Barnaby Vickers was distracted – lost in a peaceful trance. Sleeping was never a regularly afforded luxury in the academy, and many of the cadets had trained themselves to rest by focusing on a single point. It was a makeshift form of sleeping, but it was incredibly rejuvenating compared to the alternative of struggling to convince a Cadre Instructor that one was not asleep.
By Charles Rix4 years ago in Fiction
Placeholder
She settled in beside him, his body heat seeping through her clothes and staving off the cold. He had always been like a walking heater.it was a wonderful perk of spending time with him, never needed a blanket though she’d burrow beneath one anyway. They never spent much time cuddling because of it. He was tapping away at his Xbox controller, trying to unconscious a dinosaur so that he could then collect it. Sarah would then gleefully listen to him explain what it was, what it did, and all the stuff he could get with it. It was a typical night for them. She was content but pretty sure he was bored. He’d get fully consumed by his game eventually and completely forget she was there. The little icon that indicated someone in his tribe was active appeared in the top of corner of the screen. Sarah mood shifted as he put his headset on basically blocking her out. She threw her legs over his and got comfy. He wouldn't shew her away, but their night was basically over. She would get him back later before he went to bed if someone else didn't require his attention.
By Amee Moore4 years ago in Fiction
Joshua Campbell: The Man, The Myth, The Legend
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The open air of a town-car was a different story. The solid black paint did little to muffle the sounds of a scream. Much less to muffle the voices on it’s radio, tuned straight to the back passenger, Joshua Campbell.
By Christopher Beesley 4 years ago in Fiction
Not Without Incident
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Which is true. In fact, you can't really hear dick-all in space. Not only due to the vacuum part but also because there isn't anything to make any noise. It's quiet as shit out here. Pardon my language, but I've been out here a long time, floating aimlessly by myself, and it's starting to wear on me. It's not supposed to be aimless, of course, and maybe the lads who shot me out here actually do have a trajectory programmed into this supersized CT scanner, but it feels aimless. I mean, there's no up or down or left or right in space, right? It's just...space, empty bloody space, and my official review of space so far is that it's rubbish.
By Adam Diehl4 years ago in Fiction
Who am I?
The query of who am I seems to be the only question you can actually solution. Yet, when I took the time to try to parent out Who am I, I discovered this question is the one that requires important wondering. In wellknown, the answer to this question is that I am a normal individual who loves spending quality time with the humans I respect. In addition, I dedicate myself to completing my duties, and I actually have a dream of becoming a awesome character. However, there are such a lot of other things that make me someone. I constantly try to use each opportunity to have greater unfastened time for my pursuits.
By Abhinav Pandey4 years ago in Fiction
A Perfectly Natural Haircut
Welcome! Come right in, please. Thank you for coming to Hair First! Barbers: where your hair is more important than anyone else’s hair. We are one of the highest-rated barber shops online, I think, of all time. In fact, everyone is always telling me how great we are, despite only having been open for a week. My name is Quinn. Mind the water on the floor as you enter. The last customer wasn’t careful enough, despite my warning, and slipped. Completely his fault. Yes, actually, that little patch of blood there. No, the other one.
By Joshua Drama4 years ago in Fiction
