After a whole week I'm able to parry a little over half of Valencia's attacks, and I've been throwing in my own slashes and jabs here and there. Recently she's been teaching me how to implement magic into my combat, the first method being the gloves which I already created for myself, and the second one being my favorite. She said it required immense concent...
Ana was a cold, hard bitch. With a scar that danced its way up from her pouty lips to her deep-set, azure eyes, she had long, ratty black hair, and genocide-thin curves. Yet despite her comely shortcomings—which Flower personally found rather attractive—the way she slaughtered was poetic. By Uzi, arrow, or a well-placed Herpes Cluster-Bomb, Ana never misse...
An eighteen year old boy was running away from a large red building. He was wearing a bright orange jumpsuit and green goggles on his head. He had blonde, spiky hair and bright blue eyes, with three whisker-like marks on each of his cheeks. His name was Naruto Uzumaki. His dream was to become the Hokage of the Village Hidden in the Leaves, but in order to do...
Disclaimer: All characters in this story are of at least the proper 18+ years of age. ***** Out in the cold dark reaches of space a moderate sized yet compact spacecraft was slowly drifting through the seemingly endless void. The mission debrief given to the two occupants of the ship was quite clear, travel to each planet listed and document any possible f...
"Serra, they're on our tail!" "I see them! Hang on!" Serra Keto and Malik Ran rocketed through the Coruscant system, the Republic navy chasing after them all the while. The Z-95 Starfighters were fast, but their antique Defender-class light corvette held up splendidly, able to evade most incoming attacks. Not to mention that it was also quite well armed....
It was called Operation Valve. Its main purpose was designing portals based off of salvage Nazi science plans, and to make them able to transport things great distances in no time. The team was not composed of Nazis, but a small group of people working on the project. Other researchers, namely from bioconstruction, biofusion, and biochemistry were in the gr...
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away.... Star Wars: Intel on Illium Prime. "Imperial Centre, this is shuttle Objurium requesting clearance for entry on vector 290." Erisi Rendar spoke crisply into the communications panel of her Lambda Class Shuttle. "Transmit clearance code, shuttle Objurium." The controller responded in a flat ton...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The stories contained in this series are not so much chapters of one continuous storyline, but rather different circumstances build around the same concept. For that reason, they can be read in any order. ~ My dreams have always led to new perceptions of reality, and the one epiphany that came over the course of a week, two weeks ago, chang...
Saturday afternoon, late April. It was sunny outside, but no one could get out for a stroll. Everybody had to stay home, by order of the government, because a stupid disease had been spreading all over the world for two months and a half. "I'm so bored" complained Luca. "Me too" yawned Gina. "I just finished watching nine seasons of The Office. Twice." Lu...
The car's hum was calming as they crossed The Confederation Bridge. The day was overcast and windy, the Northumberland Strait active beneath them. Katherine was staring out the passenger window, or at her reflection, Spencer couldn't tell which. She wore a grey knit sweater, a tartan scarf bundled around her neck, black tights, and leather ankle boots. He wo...