Jeremiah Ellison
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Hello, my name is Jeremiah Ellison and I'm here to post content that I hope you will like. I mainly specialize in Sci-fi, action, and apparently psychological horror as of recently. I hope you enjoy my content.
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So this is the end. Trapped in a mechanical fortress in the middle of downtown New York lying down on the cold, hard, steel floor as blood pours out from the opening in my chest. So much blood, but that’s not the worst of it. I look up at the screen in front of me, the only thing displayed on it is numbers. 00:27, 00:26, 00:25. It’s a countdown to destruction. Once that timer hits zero, everything will end. That machine is set to destroy all life on the planet. A nanoscopic nuke if you will. 00:21, 00:20, 0:19. It was my job to stop them. I was supposed to be the hero. 00:15, 0:14, 0:13. In the end, I couldn’t win. Every story I read, the hero always wins. 0:10, 0:09, 0:08. I guess I’m the exception. 0:05, 0;04, 0:03. I’m a failure. 0:01, 0:00. I’m sorry everyone. There’s the sphere that will engulf everything and end all life. Why do supervillains want to kill everyone? Wouldn’t that include themselves? Everything is going white. I’m dead.
By Jeremiah Ellison5 years ago in Fiction
Truck-kun the Malefic God of Isekai
I was walking by the town square when I notice an unusually crowd in front of the town’s central clock tower. I was recently isekaied, or rather transported to this world when I was ran over by a truck. I’ve been here for three months now and have accrued student loans in this fantasy world’s version of college. Where’s my overpowered weapon or my harem of cute girls? This is not what I signed up for! I walk over to the crowd with my bag of groceries in hand hearing chatter throughout, but I can’t make any of it out until “Truck-kun! It’s truck-kun!” A woman yells out in excitement. I look and see a large truck parked in the middle of the square. Wait, truck? But there’s no cars here!
By Jeremiah Ellison5 years ago in Geeks
The Superheroes Mission 1: When It All Began
One million years ago, on a planet called Planet Smiley Face. The forces of another planet, Planet Gaxi (Gal-a-za) , were attacking it. The Gaxi HAs have the advantage of superior technology. While the Citalogs have the home field advantage and superpowers. The queen of Planet Gaxi, a chubby humanoid adult woman currently clad in battle armor with big black boots, just arrived in her royal battleship.
By Jeremiah Ellison5 years ago in Fiction
Dark Wizards
In the dead of night, a helicopter flies by, shining its light down on the ground. Under the cover of darkness, a dark cloaked figure is behind some rubble. As the helicopter flies by, the dark figure runs over to the next piece of debris. As it passes by the general area, the cloaked figure runs into a cave.
By Jeremiah Ellison5 years ago in Fiction
A Statue And Its Cat
On a dark, stormy night a downpour ensues. Thunder can be heard in the distance. A white cat runs in search of shelter. It runs past a bronze statue into a corner between a fence and shrubbery. A noise can be heard, like metal rustling. All of a sudden, the statue moves and steps down from its podium causing the sidewalk to crack under its metal foot.
By Jeremiah Ellison5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart Locket
I walk across the desolate wasteland. I don’t know what happened, I always ask why. All I know is that I must find my beloved whose picture I keep in this heart-shaped locket. That tan hair, hazel eyes, gorgeous smile. I can’t believe…I lost her! Tears are streaming down my face. We got separated in the cataclysm, and I’ve been tracking her ever since. Tears fall down on the picture. I wipe it off and close it, moving forward. These were once streets of a bustling city, now all torn apart by the ravages of time. The concrete upheaved by forces unknown, buildings no longer straight. Instead they are in several different angles, held up only by their weakening support structure. Some have already fallen. My blue eyes look to the distance on my side, but my sight is obscured by the ruins of a knocked down skyscraper. I look up into the sky wondering when the madness will end.
By Jeremiah Ellison5 years ago in Fiction
