It was her daily routine. She loved getting to the hangar early enough to make use of the light of the rising sun as she carefully polished and checked over her mecha. A couple of screws appeared to be working their way out from joints in the left arm, and she dutifully tightened them up. Once everything appeared ready, she keyed a command into the remote and the mecha started moving out of the hangar. She found it much easier to get to the cockpit when she had more room.
The mecha walked forward sluggishly, and she inspected the feet and legs more closely. The worn light blue blanket hanging over the bolts in the right knee caught her atten
She expected to find comfort from the noises of the bustling city when she ducked into the reserve library at the base of the Eastern Mountains. But the solitudinarian's hopes were quickly dashed. The Dragons had recently received a recent shipment, and initiates shuffled about, sorting books, stowing scrolls, and even organizing the occasional box of data crystals.
The noise, which was probably ambient at best, felt deafening.
She stood just inside the doorway, the only spot safe from the activity going on, trying to decide if she should go ahead and find herself a corner to settle down in for a few moments or if it would be better to cont
Alana grabbed the hem of Aidan's sleeve as he rushed past her. “Wait! There’s something off here.”
The cleric jerked to a stop and scanned the tunnel. “Is there?”
Alana stepped forward, slowly rolling from her toes through her heel with each step. “Can’t you feel it?” She removed a worn dark leather glove and placed her hand on the wall, pulling it back with a sharp yelp of pain. She massaged her hand a moment, and then looked ahead toward the light.
“I guess the lesson here is: Don’t touch the walls.“ Aidan took her bare hand between his, closed his eyes, and bowed his head.
Mario dragged himself out of the water and pulled his shirt, intending to wring it out a bit before throwing himself at the flagpole that would let him into the mini-castle. Almost...there... He shook out the shirt, a bit lighter now for having lost so much water, and held it out to inspect it. He'd been stung by overlooked jelectro before.
A sudden gust of wind rolled across and snatched the damp shirt out of his hands. He chased, but the wind blew the shirt into the castle before he could reach it. He stopped. He'd always thought bringing down the flag on the pole outside was what unlocked the door. Have I been wasting my time and energy a
Trending Topic: Pin-Up Girl by kirylin, literature
Literature
Trending Topic: Pin-Up Girl
I closed my email and looked over at the photos tall enough to peek over the edge of the box next to my desk. "Sorry, guys. We'll get it next time." Needing something that wouldn't leave me sober, I spun my chair toward my kitchen when I heard the familiar ping of new mail arriving. "Maybe they changed their mind."
Instead, it was from Nancy, knee deep in trying to launch her new fashion blog as the fabulous Nanette Dupris. She'd been emailing me almost daily for the past two weeks, begging me to do some photography for her. But the show's deadline had been approaching, and that took most of my free time as I tried to build just the right te
WWC #33: A Reflection of Fear by kirylin, literature
Literature
WWC #33: A Reflection of Fear
“It’s not you, it’s me.” he apologized to the mirror. “I just can’t do this any more. I thought I could. I thought I was being brave, facing my fears.” He traced one of the jagged edges. “I was lying to myself, and you paid for it. And I’m sorry.”
He pulled on his gloves and started picking up the pieces of shattered mirror around him. The mirror had seen him through so many transformations over the years, but it never occurred to him that he’d never actually seen himself fully transformed until he heard the crash and saw one of his oversized colorful shoes lying next to it.
"Oh my gosh! You’re that chick from that movie!”
Here we go again. “Yep, that’s me. But my friends call me Annalise from Dwarf Planet.”
The girls giggled. “Okay, Annalise.” There was something off about their voices, something that reminded me of the voice modifiers used in science fiction movies. “We loved your last movie.”
You mean that movie you can’t remember the name of? “Thanks. I had a lot of fun working on it.” That much was true. It turned out working on science fiction movies and getting to play with all of the technobabble really appealed to my inner action-fig
Escape Along a Cliff's Edge by kirylin, literature
Literature
Escape Along a Cliff's Edge
Jocelyn could feel the pain creeping up her arm. Maybe I should have stayed in that fire. Asphyxiation has to be less painful than this. The flames still danced out over the cliff’s edge, drawing sweat through every inch of clothing she wore. Looking toward the vines dangling off the cliff just a few feet away, she wished she’d thought to kick off her boots before she swung over the lip. The weight was pulling on her, forcing her attention back to the gash in her arm.
Just a little bit farther. Bracing herself against the rock face, she inched her injured arm across loose gravel until it found her healthier arm. Then, she slid her
TECH 1
The system is glitching!
TECH 2
Glitching? Really? You have eight advanced degrees in computer systems, and "glitching" is the best you can do?
TECH 1
The letters "DH" keep appearing at random addresses in the data. What would you call it?
TECH 2
Random addresses.
TECH 1
Yeah.
TECH 2
I'd call that a "glitch".