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Swamp Invader part 4Claire struggled fiercely against the pulling tendril, yet it seemed unimpressed by her resistance. That was until she was pulled near a tree which she latched onto with curiously strongly muscled hands. Her grip was quite strong and she held on like a bulldog with its prey. She reached down at her hip with one hand and tried to free her Mare's Leg from the holster. But the tendril was holding her too tightly for her to pull the gun from the holster. Then she got an idea. However, this was one of those ideas that seems good at the time, but later wonder how you could have been so blind. Now Claire didn't bother trying to pull the gun free. Instead, she lever the action that chambered a big shell, aimed blindly and fired the gun while it was still in the holster! 'BWOOM!' gun announced. The stiff recoil of the magnum cartridge helped loosen it from the grip of the tendril, allowing her to pull it the rest of the way out of the holster. She quickly levered the gun again one ha
Swamp Invader part 3For a split second, Marcia had no idea what was happening. Some things happen to fast for the human brain to process and it takes a moment to catch up. Something lurched up from the ground like a grotesque prairie dog and grabbed her ankle tightly. She smelled fresh soil and a plant kind of smell, something she couldn't quite place. Half a second later she had her right leg yanked out from under her. Marcia fell to the ground with a thud and grunted. Another thing ripped from the ground near her and curled around her left arm. She was being pulled towards the water! Then Marcia's fighting instinct kicked in. She hefted her clunky rifle in her right hand, utilizing her exceptional upper arm strength to steady and aim the weapon downwards past her leg. What she saw there confused her. It was a dark brown, hairy looking thing. Like a long fire hose covered in bristly hair. It was wrapped twice around her ankle, the hairy projections curling at her boot and socks, clearly trying to g
Swamp Invader part 2Marcia tensed, her muscles growing taught and ready to react. The presence was behind her. Close. Way too close! Her senses now high tuned themselves, stretching, testing. She could hear the breathing of whatever was behind her. So fine tuned was her hearing now that she could tell that the mouth out of which it was breathing was slightly over five feet above the ground Small, not much larger than her. No, not through the mouth. Through the nose. How did it get so close? Being a hard core veteran soldier, getting close to her without her notice was like trying to steal a bed out from under a light sleeper. Somehow this thing had Marcia flicked off the safety Ready to turn and fire
"Careful dere shâ, I dun mean yuh no harm." drawled a feminine voice with a thick Cajun accent. Marcia relaxed slightly, getting up and turning around slowly. The woman was clearly a swamp dweller. Her skin was browned from lots of time in the sun. She wore tanned deer
Swamp Invader part 1Marcia grumbled to herself as she trudged through the sticky, festering swamp. Every time she stepped into the water, her feet sank up to her knees in silt that smelled like manure. The dark muddy water also seemed to conceal every kind of creepy crawly imaginable. She'd already felt crawfish crunch under her boots which only served to discuss her more than she already was. The water of this lowly swamp wasn't very deep, only to her waist at the deepest, but the mud made it almost unbearable. It was absurdly slow going, her legs sinking in with every step. And every time she pulled her feet out the mud released her only after a short struggle and a sickening sucking sound, like a kid pulling a lollypop out of their mouths. The sun had difficulty penetrating the trees here that hung over the water as if they were sad, their long leaves drooping and swathed with Spanish moss. Most trees resided on tiny islands, most no wider than a few feet. It was a sad, mysterious territory. Marcia now
Lalita and Three Lusty Meals 1When will busty women ever learn? As the three young ladies, Jackie, Mint and Dez didn't realize, camping in the jungle alone wasn't the best place to relax.
India was a reasonably popular tourist destination in the world. An ancient country with a dazzlingly rich culture along with breathtaking wilderness made it an obviously attractive place to travel. At the moment the trio of young ladies were now at a rather remote camping spot. India is the second most densely populated country on the planet, and the girls liked the idea of having more privacy. So to get as much privacy as they could, they traveled to their current campsite that was thirty miles from the closest habitation. It was a good spot too. A small clearing surrounded by lovely trees and a nearby creek where one can bathe without worry.
The three girls were glad to have this spot so as not to be pestered by men. The girls were almost ridiculously attractive. Jackie was a deeply tanned Aussie girl with a fiesty demeanor and
Celladona meets Djinn SistersCelladona purred to herself, sliding through the shadows in the forest like a ghost. Cella was on the prowl, hungry for prey that had power to offer her. Every now and then her instincts urged her to absorb some hapless life form to supply her with energy and sometimes new abilities. She enjoyed it too. She enjoyed using her tail to slurp up her prey, finding it somewhat arousing as well. She enjoyed using her charms to lure prey in close in her usual flirtatious swagger and then the look of surprise and terror on their faces when she chose to strike.
Right now she felt something powerful nearby, something that made her lower stomach tingle pleasantly. She quietly slipped nearer, now within visual range of the life form. Despite living in the world of DBZ (Did all the dog and cat people of Dragon Ball die off after that series?) Cella had never seen a creature like this one. Cella was looking at the Majin girl Jasmine. Jasmine, one of the Djinn Sisters was a perky creature with a perso
MAGGOT- A short storyThe boy nestled the hand grenade close to his chest . The deadly explosive felt icy cold even though the afternoon city was feverish with the summer humidity. He feared jostling it, so he walked quickly but with extreme care.
Shesh's bare feet padded as he navigated the rusting tin panels that lined the floor of this particular narrow slum alleyway. He could tell by the denseness of the air -and the smell- that he was very near the bottom levels of the many storied Sun City.
He knew they called it that because you could never see the sun this deep into the lower floors of the slums. It wasn't very clever. He figured that they just didn’t want to call it Slum City.
Cramped old apartment buildings, and scavenged bits of metal and plastic formed a rat warren of tiny overfilled dwellings and markets dozens of floors deep. Every twenty meters or so throughout Sun City, corroded water pipes and hulking bundles of cables crawled through the labyrinth like the roots of banyan tree
ParallelIt's 2014 and you've spent the better part of the last four years dealing with a diagnosis of Dissociative Identity Disorder. Your head is more full of noise than ever, and your skin still feels like it's the wrong size far too often, but life is slowly starting to improve as recovery begins to take shape within you.
You are touching the mirror, nose to the glass and examining your face in minute detail when it happens. The floor shudders beneath you, your forehead hits the reflective material and a crack forms. Something in you likens the crack in the mirror to the crack of your fractured personalities, and then there is nothing.
The silence wakes you, and you take stock. All your limbs are there, and except for a bump on your head, you seem unharmed. Whole. The word seems to want to connect to something, but you're still a little muzzy. Pieces of the puzzle gradually come back to you - the mirror, the ground shaking beneath your feet. The mirror.
You try to see how the glass fare
Zeltepha Abscalon (FFM Day 19)On an undiscovered planet in the Zeltepha Abscalon universe, Tristen traipses and stumbles across abandoned and depleted automatons, searching for her next charge. The bleeping of her battery pack is second nature; she tunes it out. Space breathes, a soundless, discordant churning. In the five years since she's been trapped here, it's weighed on her. She walks with slouched shoulders.
Stooping down, she rifles through a pile of rusting bodies and broken antennae. She hasn't seen a working machine in a week. The last one she found remote-detonated when it saw her coming. Her eyes are halfway closed when it happens: a flash of pink, a shuffle of movement that scatters the pile.
A baby automaton--the first she's ever seen--shoots from beneath a corroded hunk of head and floats, mere inches, in front of her. Tristen grins, a wolfish flash of her teeth. Finally.
The automaton--male, she deduces from the pink eyes and s
Alienating Earth FFM19NASA is practically shitting itself right now.
After years of trying to communicate with the rest of the universe, we have finally made contact. We have tried crop circles, burning canals, time capsules, Doritos ads blasted into space for eight hours straight, golden records, nudes, and even telepathy. None of them worked, but the aliens came when they were good and ready.
They overrode all of the screens on Earth, easily hacking into our systems. Every TV, tablet, iPad, and computer in the world turned on to a black and white, fuzzy screen, most likely because our technology was not as advanced as theirs. The entire world sat huddled around these screens, watching in awe of the first alien-human interaction.
An alien spoke, his voice being translated into a young, British man’s voice so we could understand. “Can you please stop trying to communicate with us? We are very busy right now. The intergalactic bus station blew to pieces and it was because of your golden discs hur
FFM19: Where No Sock Has Gone BeforeHis socks blinked at him. Jim hunched his shoulders. The socks tried to mimic the motion but since they had no shoulders they just kind of bunched up a little. Captain Bob, as usual, was not impressed.
“It's life, Jim, but not life as we know it.”
“Shut up, Bob, this is serious.”
Captain Bob gave him a look that made him immediately regret his outburst. It was the “I'm your superior officer and I have the airlock codes, so no one will think twice if they see your body suddenly floating in space “ look.
“So am I,” Captain Bob said, “Stop leaving your dirty uniforms next to the radiation shields. It's an old ship, there's bound to be some spill off.”
The socks agreed.
But it wasn't until his uniform pants tried to bite him that Jim truly learned his lesson. He spent the rest of the voyage in the laundry room, learning how to operate the machines. Captain Bob was still not impressed.
Codename: FirestarterVerona bent over the computer and tried to see what her friend was looking at. "Is that a lock, E?" she asked.
Eric looked up from the screen. "What? Yes, that's what I was trying to tell you. Someone was in the system. I think it's just a joke, but I can't get past it to look at the code."
"What's it in?" Verona returned to her own computer. The room she shared with the other tech was small and quiet, and the glass door was shut. No sounds got in, and no sounds got out. Ostensibly that was to make sure that there was no chance for copyrighted code to get out of the lab. What it really meant at this stage of development was that Verona and Eric had to spend almost every waking moment with each other, insulated from the outside world.
Verona and Eric were working on a newer, better version of the company's breakthrough program JIM - officially a 'Johnson Integrated Machine'. JIM 2.0, Codename 'Firestarter', was being kept completely under wraps.
"I think it's the door command con
Unwanted Bonds - 7
After the first hour of trying not to move, Leonardo felt his spine starting to protest.
Not enough yet, to risk changing his position and possibly waking his exhausted brother, but enough to become a notable discomfort.
After the second hour, sitting still like a gargoyle on a roof, it started to become really uncomfortable and the oldest brother started to consider moving at least his legs enough to prevent them from falling asleep. But he still didn't give in.
Not when he snuck a glance at Raphael's sleeping face,
Even deeply asleep, he looked so very exhausted. Lips parted and eyes firmly shut, though with a small frown of tension forming a line between his brows. Almost, Leo gave in to the urge of smoothing that away with his thumb, but he thought better of it and remained unmoving for a little while longer.
A little movement in the corner of his eyes caught his attention and instantly, he had to smile. The baby was yawning in his sleep, kicking his small legs before settling back
AwakeningShe had been sleeping for a thousand years, curled tight in her pod as it soared through galaxies and nebulae and unending vacuum, past stars that burned brighter than souls and planets that were, somehow, each unique despite their infinite number. She was sealed tightly in her pod, and sleeping besides, but she saw the universe in her dreams as it streamed past her. She saw the tiny worlds all around her being born, and growing and living, and finally collapsing. She saw the glitter of moons and starfire and space-ice.
But at last her journey came to an end. Her pod reached a planet that was green and brown and blue and white, all swirled with clouds, and she orbited it for only a few of its days before floating down into its atmosphere. Her descent was slow and careful, and soon the world's own winds carried her to her landing-place and set her gently down.
It was a good place: there was rich soil all around her, heavy with wet, and the world's sun shone bright onto her pod; she coul
FFM 19: The Oracle BoxThe hotel room was too quiet, and Jamal’s feet itched to set upon the road again. California was so close that he could almost feel it calling to him, but the journey had taken its toll, and he needed to stay sharp now that he was travelling alone again. The Circus of the Endless Spiral had provided remarkable protection from the hitmen and maniacs on his tail, but they were headed up towards Oregon and then on to Canada.
Crawling onto the dusty old mattress with his clothes still on, he turned on the TV to fill the silence. It’d been a long time since he’d watched television, but it seemed like the same old nonsense as he flipped through the channels. Reruns, reality shows, political scandals. Bullshit piled on bullshit.
“Jamal!” A middle-aged father barked as he passed over a sitcom on channel 4. His thumb hovered over the arrow button on the remote. “You’d better take care of your business, or
Truth or Dare part2"Um, alright. Who goes first?" Darak asked.
"Me! Me!" Nadia chirped eagerly, waving her hand in the air.
"We have a winner!" Rinava laughed.
"Alright gal, truth or dare?" Annah asked, smiling.
Alright. Lesse... Who do you see yourself marrying in the future?" Annah asked, smirking mischiefously. A slight blush came to Nadia's cheeks.
"I, erm... Let me think about it for a sec..." Her eyes switched back and forth from Rinava and Darak.
"At the moment... I'd have to go with..." Both males held their breath in anticipation.
"Darak! I know him pretty well so far, plus he's easy to trick." Nadia winked, earning an easy blush from Darak. Annah playfully nudged her friend with her elbow.
"Nice choice." she chuckled.
"Yeah... nice..." Rinava muttered, obviously feeling a tad bit left out.
"Oh? Alright then tough guy. How about you try me?" she offered, her tail flicking quickly.
"Okay then. Truth or dare Annah?
I'll pick dare." she said without hesitation. She was after all a ra
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