Oren Lomena
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Human | Father | Philosopher | Lover | Artist
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Dreams of Lesser Gods
Falling with every bit of gravity's worst intentions, striking its' mark true and flush, the sledge hammer landed with a deafening thud. The high pitched ring of concrete clashing with iron, muffled by the crush of flesh and bone. Flesh and bone the width of a human hand to be exact, separating stone from stone breaker.
By Oren Lomena5 years ago in Fiction
Old Dog
The giant chamber door lurched open with violent reluctance. First, the synchronized metallic KACHUNK-KACHUNK-KACHUNK of its three Duranium pillar bolts jarring from their housings in succession. Next, the hiss as pent up pressure races to escape through the widening gap around its edges. With a belabored push a thin band of blinding white light haloing the nine by nine foot tungsten behemoth's edges widens, eventually filling every visible inch of the disembark chamber.
By Oren Lomena5 years ago in Fiction
