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Captain Rydian of the Human Galactic Unit
I paced the living room as the others watched. Rubi was panicked, "What do we do?! We can't take on that thing!" I sighed, "You could, but it wouldn't end well. Not for anyone. Since the klitons don't understand, they won't know how to surrender or negotiate! If they don't do one of those things, and fast, the Armada will take it as defiance and attack. Then the war begins."
By Lydia Booker5 years ago in Fiction
Captain Rydian of the Human Galactic Unit
Lillian sighed. She and I were sitting in the livingroom. Of course, after meeting Gerry, I was careful to make sure everything was closed up properly. Alphonse and Vanessa were also there, listening as I told Lillian everything. Now that I was finished, I waited for her to respond.
By Lydia Booker5 years ago in Fiction
Lost City: Found
Like I have told you before the story I’m tellin’ is one that mama told me, that her mama told her, so on and so forth. Now, I left off right after the earth had merged the Waymaker Gemini Coven into Nimue and Niam and fulfilled the promise of filling the earth with inhabitants in 1450. My mama told me that Nimue and Niam sure made that old barn on the outskirts of town a real fancy place back in their day. Come to think of it, that barn is right on the edge of my mama’s property. Hmm, I wonder, nah, let’s get on with the tale of how lost city got found.
By Greylee Tynewise5 years ago in Fiction
The Chronicles of Verspania
Beneath the blanket of space in the sky, an 8 year-old girl lay underneath a barn skylight, looked up into the stars and listened to a bedtime story. The girl lay surrounded by itchy hay and a thick woollen blanket sat over her body as little Iris’ mother began to tell a story of magic, mystery and wonder.
By Bel Mellor5 years ago in Fiction
Captain Rydian of the Human Galactic Unit
I walked towards work quietly. As much as I wanted to get my ship finished, I knew I needed to keep from looking anymore suspicious. And who could say how long it would take? I couldn't very well finish the ship if Alphonse and I starved on the streets.
By Lydia Booker5 years ago in Fiction
Whispering Death (part 1)
It was a chilly night as the door of the hostel swung open. The owner glanced over, smiling brightly as two girls walked in. A tall-looking woman beside a younger child stepped through the doorway, removing their hoods from their colorful assorted clothing. The child looked worn from her travels, sleep claiming her as she rubbed at her eyes. The taller one wrapped her arms around her protectively, leading them closer to the owner. Both of the girls shared the same color of eyes, dark hazel with gold flakes. The owner was sure they were sisters just based on their similar looks and how close they were.
By Turan Turnip5 years ago in Fiction
